The Greek's Bridal Bargain

"PLEASE don't go in there, Bryony," Glenys Mercer told her

daughter tremulously. "Your father has an important...er... visitor with him."

Bryony's hand fell away from the doorknob of the main study as she turned to look at her mother, standing in the great hulking shadow of the grandfather clock that had kept time at the Mercer country estate for six generations.

"Who is it?" she asked. Her mother's drawn features seemed to visibly age before Bryony's clear blue gaze.

"I'm not sure your father would like me to tell you." Glenys Mercer twisted her thin hands together. "You know how he is about those sorts of things."

Bryony did know.

She moved closer to her mother, her light footsteps on the polished floorboards echoing throughout the huge foyer, reminding her yet again of the emptiness of the grand old house since her brother's death.

Ever since Austin had died almost ten years ago the house had seemed to grieve along with the rest of the family. Every window, room, corner and shadowed doorway held a memory of a young man's life cut short, even the creaking of the staircase every time she w ... read full excerpt from: The Greek's Bridal Bargain ebook