Two reader-favorite Greek Tycoon stories from Kate Hewitt.
The Greek Tycoon’s Convenient Bride
Rhiannon Davies plans to reunite her late friend’s baby with the infant’s Greek father, then return home…alone. Instead, Lukas Petrakides whisks them away to his private island! Soon Rhiannon falls under the spell of the sun, sea—and Lukas himself. Caught up in the desire for him, she finds herself agreeing to marriage—with a man who has made it clear he’ll never love her….
Bound To The Greek
Ellie Langley is stunned to see Jace Zervas in her office. After he walked away from their passionate affair years ago, she never thought they’d meet again. Now, working so closely with him, the old desire returns even stronger and more tempting. Yet can she truly abandon herself to a man who’s holding something back?
THE BILLIONAIRES COLLECTION
High-powered negotiations, exotic locales and lavish parties…marriages of convenience, surprise pregnancies and undeniable passions. This 2-in-1 collection will take you into the luxurious world of the rich and powerful, where all that you could ever desire is at your fingertips….
But for these irresistible tycoons, the thing they want the most is the thing they’ll have to work the hardest to attain….Because the stakes are never higher for these passionate, jet-setting men than when they’re fighting for the affection of the women they love.
Wed in Greece
The Greek Tycoon's Convenient Bride
Bound to the Greek
Kate Hewitt
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Contents
The Greek Tycoon's Convenient Bride
The Greek Tycoon's Convenient Bride
Kate Hewitt
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
HE WATCHED HER from the shadows.
Lukas Petrakides stood behind the camouflaging fronds of a palm tree, his eyes tracking the young woman as she slipped from her hotel room onto the silky sand of the beach.
Dark, wild curls blew around her face and her slender arms crept around herself in a hug that was pitiably vulnerable.
He hadn’t meant to stumble upon her—or anyone—here. He’d been consumed with a restless energy, his mind full of plans for the new resort that had just opened here in the Languedoc, minutes from a sleepy village, stretching out to a pristine beach.
He’d needed to escape the confines of his own suite, his own mind, even if just for a moment.
The wind and the waves shimmering beneath a diamond sky had soothed him, and he’d slipped off his shoes, rolled up the cuffs of his trousers, and strode down the smooth, white sand.
And had found her.
He didn’t know what had drawn him to her, why that slender form seemed to hold so much grace, beauty, desire.
Sorrow.
Her head was bowed, her shoulders slightly slumped. The look of someone in grief or pain.
Still he felt a blaze of feeling deep within. A need. A connection.
He took one step towards her, an impulse, an instinct, before checking himself. He knew his presence here would cause questions, complications he couldn’t afford.
He had to keep his reputation above the faintest reproach. He always had. So he stood in the shadows, watched her walk towards the waves, and wondered.
She stood on the shore, the waves lapping her bare feet, and gazed out at the calm waters of the Mediterranean. She threw one worried glance over her shoulder towards the sliding glass door of her hotel room, as if someone were there, waiting, watching, as he was.
Who waited for her in there? A boyfriend? Husband?
A lover?
Whoever it was, it was none of his business.
If he were a different man—with a different life, different responsibilities—he might not check that impulse. He might walk up to her, say hello, make conversation.
Nothing sleazy or sordid; he didn’t want that. Just honest conversation, a shared moment. Something real and warm and alive.
The desire for it shook him, vibrated deep in his being. He shook his head. It was never going to happen.
A bitter smile twisted his lips as he watched her. She dropped her arms, raised her face to the moon-bathed sky. The breeze off the sea moulded her cheap sundress to the slight contours of her body. Her curves were boyish at best, yet Lukas still felt a stirring of desire.
A desire he wouldn’t act upon. Couldn’t. As the only son of his father, the only heir to the Petrakides real estate fortune, he carried too many responsibilities to shrug them off lightly for a mere