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  • Paperback
  • Publisher: Mills & Boon; New edition edition (Dec 5 2003)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0263833437
  • ISBN-13: 978-0263833430
  • Product Dimensions: 16.6 x 10.8 x 1.2 cm
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About the Author

USA Today Bestseller Lucy Monroe finds inspiration for her stories everywhere as she is an avid people-watcher. She has published more than fifty books in several subgenres of romance and when she's not writing, Lucy likes to read.  She's an unashamed book geek, but loves movies and the theatre too. She adores her family and truly enjoys hearing from her readers! Visit her website at:

--This text refers to the Mass Market Paperback edition.

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Alexandra nervously smoothed the kerchief style silk halter-top over the nonexistent bump where her baby rested under her heart.

The unaccustomed warmth of late spring had allowed her to wear the sexy outfit to boost her flagging morale. She turned to the side and surveyed herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Her willowy body encased in the champagne silk hip-hugging pants and sexy halter looked no different than it had when Dimitri had left for Greece.

The week-old knowledge that she was pregnant with his child might show in her wary hazel eyes, tinted sultry green by colored contacts, but it had not yet affected the shape of her body. She adjusted the gold chain belt resting low on her hips and the multiple thin bangles she wore on her wrist tinkled like small bells as they clinked together. Then in a nervous gesture, she pulled another curling strand of her hair down to frame the soft angles of her face.

Curled and professionally bleached so many shades, it looked like rippling sunlight when she let it down, her hair was a Xandra trademark. Only right now, she didn't feel like Xandra Fortune, popular model and lover to Greek tycoon, Dimitrius Petronides. She felt like Alexandra Dupree, daughter of an old New Orleans family, convent educated and shocked to be unmarried and pregnant with her lover's child.

"You look beautiful,pethi mou."

Alexandra spun away from the mirror. Dimitri stood in the door, masculine appreciation burning in his startling blue eyes. For a moment she forgot her condition. Forgot the many truths she needed to tell him. Forgot her fears. Forgot everything but how much she had missed this man over the past three weeks.

She flew across the room and threw herself against his chest. "Mon cher, I have counted the minutes since you left!"

Strong arms locked around her in an almost convulsive movement while his body remained strangely stiff. "It has only been a month and you have been busy with work. You cannot have missed me that much."

His words reminded her how he had resented her refusal to quit modeling when they had become lovers, but she had not wanted to be any man's kept mistress. Nor had she had the option of quitting her job. She needed the money she made to support the family he knew nothing about.

"You are wrong. Nothing can keep me so occupied I do not notice your absence. A day. A week. A month. I grieve them all." She grimaced inwardly at her blatant vulnerability. Where had her sophisticated cool gone, the career model facade that had initially drawn Dimitri to her?

The first crack had appeared when he'd told her he was going to be in Greece longer than anticipated and she'd cried. After two-and-a-half weeks of morning sickness, a positive pregnancy test and her mother's horrified reaction to the news, the Xandra Fortune persona was in definite risk of extinction.

Dimitri tried to hold on to his self-control, not an easy thing around Xandra. And this was Xandra as he'd never seen her. Clingy. Almost vulnerable, but he knew that could not be true. They had become lovers a year ago and although she shared her body with a generosity that moved him, she kept her heart and parts of her life hidden from him.

Their relationship was modern and free of long-term commitment, something she'd made it clear by her actions she did not expect from him.

She pressed her body to his in blatant invitation and he laughed. "You mean you have grieved my absence from your bed, do you not?"

That was the only place he was convinced she did need him. She wouldn't let him support her, making it obvious she would rather spend time away from him than give up any part of her career. None of this, however, made it easier to say what needed to be said. In fact, he was sure it would be harder for him to say the words than for her to hear them. His sophisticated lover would not appreciate a drawn out, or emotional goodbye any more than he would.

She shook her head, stretching up to link her hands behind his neck and brushed the hair at his nape. "I missed you, Dimitri. There was no joy in cooking for myself alone, no pleasure in watching the French Open without you to mutter when your favorite double-faulted on game point."

He frowned, remembering the play. She smiled at him with a look that spelled his doom if he didn't get his news out quickly. It had already wrought an instant response in his body. "I have news I must tell you."

Her arms went stiff in reaction to the seriousness of his tone. "Can it not wait, mon cher?"

He reached behind his neck to remove her hands, but she locked her fingers with surprising force.

He clasped her wrists. "We must talk now."

Alexandra did not want to talk. She was not ready to share her news. He'd seduced her from the beginning. She'd given him her heart, her body and her fidelity, as committed to him as any wife could be. Only she wasn't his wife and she didn't know how he'd respond to his lover getting pregnant.

Fear more than desire prompted her hips to grind against him. "No." She kissed his chin, tasting the skin and letting her body absorb the return of its other half. "No talk." She brushed her unfettered breasts behind her thin top back and forth across the crisp white silk of his shirt. "First, this."

"Xandra, no." He pulled her hands away from his neck, but made the mistake of letting them go.

She tunneled under his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. "Dimitri, yes."

He glared at her, but he did not stop her from pushing his suit coat to a pile of expensive Italian designer fabric on the floor. She smiled in approval. "I want you, Dimitri. We can talk later."

She needed the affirmation that they were two halves of the same whole before she could tell him the truth about the baby she carried and equally as terrifying, the truth about who and what she was.

He grabbed her round the waist and lifted her until her mouth was even with his own. "Heaven help me, I want you, too."

There was something about the angry tone in his voice she did not understand, but she could not focus on it for long, not with his warm lips closing over her own in overwhelming passion.

She tore at his tie while he made quick work of the two hooks holding her top together. He helped her with the buttons on his shirt. The two garments fell to the thick pile carpet together and his lips never separated from hers. He pulled her flush against his body and the naked flesh of her already aroused nipples brushed the heat of his muscular chest.

She shivered in reaction while he groaned.

"We should not be doing this."

The words registered only subliminally, planting a question as to why they should be said, but she could not consciously respond to them. She was too overwhelmed by the feel of his flesh against her own for the first time in over a month. He seemed similarly affected as his arms tightened around her until she could barely take a breath.

Seconds later they lay entwined on the bed, the rest of their clothes discarded, hungry hands touching intimate places, mouths devouring one another. They climbed to the heights together with a speed they never had before. When they tumbled into starbursts and oblivion, masculine shouts mingled with her own cries of pleasure.

Alexandra laid her hand over Dimitri's heart. It still beat with the accelerated pulse of recently spent passion. "Such a strong heart," she murmured, "such a strong man." Would the news she had to share direct that strength toward her or against her?

His body tensed as if he had some premonition of what was to come. He rolled away and ejected himself from the bed. "I need a shower."

She stared at the six-foot-four-inch sexy giant towering above the bed. Tension was emanating off him in waves.

"I'll join you."

He shook his head. "Stay there. I will be quick."

Her heart squeezed at the small rejection, but she smiled and nodded. "All right." Craven coward that she was, she gladly accepted another excuse to put off telling him her news.

He came out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later dressed in his usual sartorial elegance, but his dark hair was still damp. His choice of another business suit over something less formal made her pause.

"Do you have a meeting?"

The chiseled features of his gorgeous face were set in an unemotional mask. "Xandra, there is something I must tell you."

She scooted into a sitting position, pulling the sheet with her to shield her body from the blue gaze that had mesmerized her from the moment they met. "What?"

"I'm getting married."

Everything inside her went still. Had he said what she thought he had said? No. It wasn't possible. "M-mar-ried?"

His hands fisted at his sides, his body stiff with tension she could no longer ignore. "Yes."

She could not take it in. It had to be some kind of joke. "If this is your idea of a marriage proposal, you've got a lot to learn."

Sensual lips twisted in a grimace. "Do not be ridiculous."

"Ridiculous?" She wished her brain would start working again, but she couldn't think in the face of his words.

"You are a career woman as you've shown time and again over the past year." He slashed the air with one cutting hand. "A woman with your ambitions would not make a proper wife for the heir to the Petronides empire."

She shivered with a chill that went clear to the marrow of her bones. "What exactly are you saying?"

"I am getting married and naturally our liaison must come to an end." The sick paleness of his features did nothing to alleviate her personal pain.

"You told me our relationship was exclusive. You told me I could trust you. You would not make love to another woman while I shared your bed." She jumped out of that bed, feeling dirty and used, the passion they had shared soiled with his revelation.

Running his long fingers through the black silk of his hair, he sighed. "I have not had sex with another woman."

"Then who are you marrying?" she practically shrieked.

"No one you know."

"Obviously." Alexandra glared at him, wanting to kill him, wanting to scream, very afraid she would cry.

He sighed again. "Her name is Phoebe Leonides."

Greek. The other woman was Greek and probably meek, proper and brought up to marry money. "When did you meet her?" Though the pain was tearing her apart, she had to know.

"I've known Phoebe most of my life. She is the daughter of a family friend."

"You've known her most of your life and you just decided you loved her?"

A cynical laugh erupted from him. "Love has nothing to do with it."

He said love like it was a dirty word. Neither of them had ever spoken of love, but she adored Dimitri with every fiber of her being and had hoped that he had returned those feelings at least in some small way. Enough to make a marriage and family between them work now that she was pregnant with his child, but he quite obviously didn't believe in the emotion.

"If you don't love this woman, why are you marrying her?"

"It is time."

She swallowed convulsively. "You say that like it's something you'd always planned to do."

"It is."

Blood roared to her head, making her feel flushed and weak. She swayed.

He said something vicious in Greek and grabbed her upper arms to steady her. "Are you all right, pethi mou?"

What planet was he from? How could she be all right? He'd just told her he planned to marry another woman, a woman he'd always intended to make his wife while he'd spent the past year using Alexandra as his whore.

"Let. Me. Go," she got out between clenched teeth.

He dropped his hands, his face registering affront and she wanted to slap him so much it was an ache in her muscles. He took a single step back.

She glared up at the face that had been more beloved than any other since they met fourteen months ago. "Let me get this straight. You always planned to marry another woman?"

Indigo eyes narrowed. He didn't like repeating himself. "Yes."

"Yet you seduced me into your bed. You made me your tart knowing you never intended our relationship to be anything more than sexual?"

He reared back as if she'd struck him. "I did not make you my tart. You are my lover."


His jaw clenched. "Ex-lover."

"Why…" She swallowed the bile rising in her throat. She couldn't ask this, but she had to. "Why did you make love, I mean …have sex with me just now?"

He spun away from her, his magnificent body sending messages to her own even amidst the carnage of their discussion.

"I couldn't help myself."

She believed him. She hadn't been able to help herself with him from the very beginning. She'd still been a virgin at the ripe age of twenty-two, but her innocence had been no barrier to the feelings he ignited in her.

He'd been shocked by her virginity, but not deterred in his resolve to make her his lover. She'd loved him and after two months of holding him off, she'd given in. It had been fantastic. He had made her feel cherished and there had been times over the past year when she had even felt loved.

"I don't believe you want to let me go." He couldn't.

"It is time," he said again, as if that explained it all.

"Time to marry the woman you intended to marry all along?" she asked, needing to make it very clear in her own mind.


Suddenly she felt her nakedness even through the mists of her anger and it shamed her. She had shared her body without inhibitions with this man for a year…a year during which he knew he planned to marry another woman.

She spun on her heel and headed to the bathroom where she jerked on the toweling robe she kept hanging on the back of the door. When she came back into the bedroom, Dimitri was gone. A search of the apartment revealed he had not merely left the bedroom, he had left her.

She stood in the middle of the living room and let the emptiness of the apartment sink into her consciousness until it was so heavy it forced her to her knees. Her head dropped, feeling too heavy for her neck and the sting of tears began in the back of her throat.

Soon their acid heat burned their way down her cheeks and neck to soak into the lapel of the heavy Turkish robe.

Dimitri was gone.

--This text refers to the Mass Market Paperback edition.

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33 of 34 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa1753b34) out of 5 stars A great book! Nov. 29 2004
By Anza Carrillo - Published on
Format: Mass Market Paperback
French model Xandra Fortune's world came crashing down in a matter of hours. Her lover, Dimitri Petronides, dumps her because he is going to marry another woman, evicts her from their apartment, and denies that he is the father of her child. Heartbroken, Xandra leaves Paris and her modeling career behind, and becomes plain old Alexandra Dupree once more. She doesn't think that she'll ever see the man she loves again - until he shows up at her sister's house, offering marriage!

Dimitri knew he had made a horrible mistake when he threw Xandra out of his life, all in a misguided attempt to appease his ill grandfather. As soon as Xandra leaves Paris, he attempts to find her, but he searches for months and comes up with nothing. It's not until fate, and a little help from Xandra's brother-in-law, brings them together again that he realizes he can't allow Alexandra to leave again. He wants her, he wants their son, and he'll do just about anything to keep them in his life!

Although the little summary on the back of the book intrigued me, I didn't really think I'd like this book too well. Specifically, I didn't think I would like the character of Dimitri, throwing out his pregnant lover so he could marry someone else. But it didn't take me long to realize that there was so much more going on here than meets the eye. There's Dimitri's childhood, his perceptions of love, his grandfather's illness, and emotions that he can't put a name to. There's also Alexandra's belief that love is always conditional, that she must protect herself from being hurt, and that no one will really want her for herself.

There is not a saint in this book - the characters are both flawed, but the reader grows to love them both in spite of those flaws (or, maybe even because of them). The author manages to weave together such a convincing, wonderful romance full of ups and downs, promises and disappointments, that you can't help but fall under the author's spell. What an incredible, emotional book - I didn't want to put it down, and when I finally finished, I immediately wanted to read it again. This book deserves more than 5 stars, and is a wonderful tale of second chances.
32 of 36 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa15793fc) out of 5 stars Could have been better but he was hard to like IMO Feb. 16 2005
By baltimore0502 - Published on
Format: Mass Market Paperback
Like many readers, I'd never even heard of this author until The Real Deal came out and everyone gushed over it. So I read TRD and I really enjoyed that book and thought I'd check out some of her other books. This one sounded intriguing so I started here. It could have been a good book, but I just never really warmed up to the "hero".

He is Greek tycoon Dimitri Petronides and he has been living with fashion model Xandra Fortune for the past year. They have a very steady but superficial relationship in which the emphasis is on living in the moment, sharing steamy sex and some level of affection. But not sharing each other's deepest thoughts, hopes, dreams or even discussion of respective families, etc. One day Dimitri's ailing grandfather imposes an ultimatum: he will not have life-saving heart surgery until Dimitri agrees to marry Phoebe Leonides the nice Greek girl he has been expected to marry. And so he must end things with Xandra to save his beloved grandfather. He figures she won't be devastated, afterall she's totally focused on her career and often put it ahead of him. No, she'll be just fine - that's what he tells himself, anyway.

But Xandra Fortune is not what or whom he assumes. She's got good reasons for working so hard but she's never shared them with Dimitri. But things change when one day she discovers that she is pregnant. She is in the midst of debating herself over how to tell him when he abruptly (and not too kindly) tells her it's over. That he's getting married and that there is no longer a place in his life for her. Contrary to Dimitri's expectations she is devastated. He walks out before guilt can overwhelm him and leaves her to her tears. Days later they meet again and she tells him about the baby. He freaks out and refuses to believe that the baby is his. The next thing she knows, she's being evicted from their shared apartment, thrown out like so much garbage.

So Xandra, whose real name is Alexandra Dupree quits her job, closes all her accounts and goes home to America leaving no trace of Xandra Fortune behind. Alexandra winds up in NYC living with her sister and brother-in-law. Meanwhile, Dimitri has had second thoughts and is now desperate to find her. But there is no trace of Xandra Fortune - it's like she's dropped off the face of the earth. Will he ever find her and if he does can he ever win her back?

Okay, IMO Dimitri would have been hard to like under any circumstance, but his character really suffers because so little of the story is told from his perspective. We get pages and pages of Alexandra's feelings and thoughts but little of his. The result is that the reader has the impression of an extremely selfish, overbearing, almost cold man determined to have his own way no matter what Alexandra wants. And that's a shame because I think he could have been yummy with a bit more development. I like Alexandra's character, though she did let him push her around a bit more than I would have liked. But she was realistic about the kind of man he was and her feelings for him and she definitely had her pride. If you like pushy alpha's maybe you will like Dimitri's character more than I, but if not, this likely is not the book for you.
18 of 21 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa15c4360) out of 5 stars Made no sense April 18 2013
By StScho - Published on
Format: Mass Market Paperback
Jumping right in: from the get go, this book made zero sense and this is coming from someone who has been reading romance novels since (never you mind) and I have forgiven A LOT of odd plot lines in the name of HEA.
The story reminded me of those old Loveswept series circa 1980s. I saw that it was published in 2004 but that can't be right. It had to be a reprint.

First off, Xandra (Xandra?) Fortune is a French supermodel (working only in Europe) who only took a modeling job because her family's old money has turned into no money. Her mother is humiliated enough that her daughter even has to work for a living much less as a model who is practically next to being a hooker in her eyes. (WHAT?!)

So she hooks up with a billionaire Greek hottie (no complaints here) who she gives her virginity to... (huh?) Gets pregnant (hence the title) but he doesn't believe her so he throws her out of their home (not cool). Heartbroken (understandably) she goes back to her real persona as a broke American and promptly disappears. Having a change of heart, the Greek Hottie decides to look for her but cannot find her because Xandra is not even her real name and he has no idea who she really is.

Everything in this book was over the top. When I read about the restaurants they ate at, the places they stayed, the sidewalk they trampled I kept hearing Robin Leach in the background. It was BEYOND ridiculous. You can describe opulence without being so....opulent about it.

To top it all off, the Greek Hottie's grandfather refuses to make a life-saving operation until the Hottie marries a proper girl because the family needs an heir. This was the main reason why he got rid of Xandra in the first place (Xandra not being good wife material because she was a model).

If Mystery Science Theater 3000 did romantic novels, this would have been in it. If I had known the direction this story was going, I would have had a grand old time with it like those old hecklers from The Muppet Show. As it was, all I got was a headache from rolling my eyes so much.

Writing: Don't get me started.
Dialogue: Archaic (I saw fossils)
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa157f2dc) out of 5 stars just okay Oct. 1 2012
By Amazon Customer - Published on
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I thought it had a great storyline and I liked the characters to an extent. Xandra was very likeable - I just wondered why if she had been living with Dimitri for so long, why couldn't she explain about her family? I know the novel needs some dilemmas or it's "book over" but I didn't feel the delemma was enough to keep that type of secret from someone you lived with for so long.

Anyway, Dimitri was too shallow for me. I love an alpha male but I like the alpha males that aren't in the dark on what's going on. It seemed he only went after Xandra when he found out she was really pregnant with his child. There just wasn't enough of his point of view to tell otherwise.

Spoiler alert: In fact, throughout the book he seems more concerned about the baby than Xandra. Not saying that's bad, I just feel he should love both the same.
The HEA was good - but it usually is in these types of books.
4 of 5 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa1782858) out of 5 stars RealReader Aug. 31 2010
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The Billionaire's Pregnant Mistress This book was fantastic from start to end and worth every dollar. The author understands the heart of a romance reader and MADE sure every question was answered. I had only one tiny quarrel with the writer and it was the tidbit in which the hero had Xandra kicked out of the apartment by his managers and that act orchestrated by him crossed the line between pain and lacking character and you never want to question the hero's character. The writer was able to salvage this with all of the remorse and explanations and did an amazing job--but even on his worst day it would have been a better if the breakup scene was modified differently so that the hero looked like he wasn't capable of EVER doing anything like that to her no matter what. If the writer insisted on haing him kick her out, then we needed more pain coming from the hero at that point. For ex: If tears sprung into the hero's eyes when he denied it was his baby--that would have helped since it would have shown how hurt he was at what he perceived to be her betrayal. The writer made up for it later with all of the explanations, but as a result of doing that got dangerously close to overkill. She pulled it off though. In general i must state: I have literally read hundreds of harlequin's and this is one of the best. I give the book five stars and encourage any reader to absolutely buy it--it does not disappoint.

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