The Ruthless Greek's Virgin Princess
He was close, she could feel it.
It wasn't just the prickle at the base of her neck and the catch in her throat that had Marietta Lombardi on full alert. It was the way the air seemed suddenly thinner, tighter, as if the myriad candles in the Castello's enormous dining room had consumed every last drop of oxygen from the atmosphere, leaving a vacuum that ached to be filled.
And then across the room the ancient timber doors swung open, and even the air in her lungs was sucked out.
Yannis Markides, the man she'd vowed never to see again, was finally here in Montvelatte. Dressed entirely in black, he filled the wide entrance like a dark cloud, his eyes purposefully scanning the throng assembled for the wedding rehearsal dinner while an adrenaline-fuelled wave crashed over her, pinning her to the chair and threatening to free thirteen-year-old memories that had been buried in the deepest recesses of her mind.
Apparently not deeply enough.
Yet even a flood of unwanted memories was no match for seeing him in person. The Yannis of her unbidden and unwanted dreams couldn't hold a candle to this man, who looked more like a warrior about to go into b ... read full excerpt from: The Ruthless Greek's Virgin Princess ebook
