The Greek Billionaire's Baby Revenge
Snow was falling so hard and fast that she could barely see through the windshield. Anna Rostoff parked her old car in the front courtyard of the palace, near the crumbling stone fountain, and pulled on the brake. Her hands shook as she peeled them from the steering wheel. She'd nearly driven off the road twice in the storm, but she had the groceries and, more importantly, the medicine for her baby's fever.
Taking a deep breath, she hefted the bag with one arm and climbed out into the night.
Cold air stung her cheeks as she padded through soft snow and ascended sweeping steps to the gilded double doors of the two-hundred-year-old palace. They were conserving electricity in favor of paying for food and diapers, so the windows were dark. Only a bare thread of moonlight illuminated the dark Russian forest.
We're going to make it, Anna thought. It was Apri ... read full excerpt from The Greek Billionaire's Baby Revenge ebook
