- Mass Market Paperback: 384 pages
- Publisher: Harlequin (Feb. 19 2013)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 0373131291
- ISBN-13: 978-0373131297
- Product Dimensions: 10.5 x 1.3 x 16.9 cm
- Shipping Weight: 181 g
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Jane Porter loves central California's golden foothills and miles of farmland, rich with the sweet and heady fragrance of orange blossoms. Her parents fed her imagination by taking Jane to Europe for a year where she became passionate about Italy and those gorgeous Italian men! Jane never minds a rainy day – that's when she sits at her desk and writes stories about far-away places, fascinating people, and most important of all, love. Visit her website at: www.janeporter.com
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"Welcome home, my wife."
Morgan froze inside Villa Angelica's expansive marble and limestone living room with its spectacular floor-to-ceiling view of blue sky and sea, but saw none of the view, and only Drakon's face.
It had been five years since she'd last seen him. Five and a half years since their extravagant two-million-dollar wedding, for a marriage that had lasted just six months.
She'd dreaded this moment. Feared it. And yet Drakon sounded so relaxed and warm, so normal, as if he were welcoming her back from a little holiday instead of her walking out on him.
"Not your wife, Drakon," she said softly, huskily, because they both knew she hadn't been his anything for years. There had been nothing, no word, no contact, not after the flurry of legal missives that followed her filing for divorce.
He'd refused to grant her the divorce and she'd spent a fortune fighting him. But no attorney, no lawsuit, no amount of money could persuade him to let her go. Marriage vows, he'd said, were sacred and binding. She was his. And apparently the courts in Greece agreed with him. Or were bought by him. Probably the latter.
"You are most definitely still my wife, but that's not a conversation I want to have across a room this size. Do come in, Morgan. Don't be a stranger. What would you like to drink? Champagne? A Bellini? Something a little stronger?"
But her feet didn't move. Her legs wouldn't carry her. Not when her heart was beating so fast. She was shocked by Dra-kon's appearance and wondered for a moment if it really was Drakon. Unnerved, she looked away, past his broad shoulders to the wall of window behind him, with that breathtaking blue sky and jagged cliffs and azure sea.
So blue and beautiful today. A perfect spring day on the Amalfi Coast.
"I don't want anything," she said, her gaze jerking back to him, although truthfully, a glass of cool water would taste like heaven right now. Her mouth was so dry, her pulse too quick. Her head was spinning, making her dizzy from nerves and anxiety. Who was this man before her?
The Drakon Xanthis she'd married had been honed, sleek and polished, a man of taut, gleaming lines and angles.
This tall intimidating man in front of the picture window was broader in the shoulders and chest than Drakon had ever been, and his thick, inky brown and black hair hung in loose curls to almost his shoulders, while his hard fierce features were hidden by a dark beard. The wild hair and beard should have obscured his sensual beauty, rendered him reckless, powerless. Instead the tangle of hair highlighted his bronzed brow, the long straight nose, the firm mouth, the piercing amber gold eyes.
His hair was still damp and his skin gleamed as if he'd just risen from the sea, the Greek god Poseidon come to life from ancient myth.
She didn't like it. Didn't like any of this. She'd prepared herself for one thing, but not this .
"You look pale," he said, his voice so deep it was almost a caress.
She steeled herself against it. Against him. "It was a long trip."
"Even more reason for you to come sit."
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She hated being here. Hated him for only seeing her here at Villa Angelica, the place where they'd honeymooned for a month following their spectacular wedding. It'd been the happiest month of her life. When the honeymoon was over, they had left the villa and flown to Greece, and nothing was ever the same between them again. "I'm fine here," she said.
"I won't hurt you," he replied softly.
Her nails pierced her skin. Her eyes stung. If her legs would function, she'd run. Protect herself. Save herself. If only she had someone else to go to, someone else who would help her, but there was no one. Just Drakon. Just the man who had destroyed her, making her question her own sanity. "You already did that."
"You say that, my love, and yet you've never told me how"
"As you said, that isn't something to discuss across a room of this size. And we both know, I didn't come here to discuss us. Didn't come to rehash the past, bring up old ghosts, old pain. I came for your help. You know what I need. You know what's at stake. Will you do it? Will you help me?"
"Six million dollars is a lot of money."
"Not to you."
"Things have changed. Your father lost over four hundred million dollars of what I gave him."
"It wasn't his fault." She met his gaze and held it, knowing that if she didn't stand up to him now, he'd crush her. Just as he'd crushed her all those years ago.
Drakon, like her father, played by no rules but his own.
A Greek shipping tycoon, Drakon Sebastian Xanthis was a man obsessed with control and power. A man obsessed with amassing wealth and growing his empire. A man obsessed with a woman who wasn't his wife. Bronwyn. The stunning Australian who ran his Southeast Asia business.
Her eyes burned and her jaw ached.
But no. She wouldn't think of Bronwyn now. Wouldn't wonder if the willowy blonde still worked for him. It wasn't important. Morgan wasn't part of Drakon's life anymore. She didn't care whom Drakon employed or how he interacted with his female vice presidents or where they stayed on their business trips or what they discussed over their long dinners together.
"Is that what you really believe?" he asked now, voice almost silky. "That your father is blameless?"
"Absolutely. He was completely misled"
"As you have been. Your father is one of the biggest players in one of the biggest Ponzi schemes ever. Twenty-five billion dollars is missing, and your father funneled five billion of that to Michael Amery, earning himself ten percent interest."
"He never saw that kind of money"
"For God's sake, Morgan, you're talking to me, Drakon, your husband. I know your father. I know exactly who and what he is. Do not play me for a fool!"
Morgan ground her teeth together harder, holding back the words, the tears, the anger, the shame. Her father wasn't a monster. He didn't steal from his clients. He was just as deceived as they were and yet no one would give him an opportunity to explain, or defend himself. The media had tried and convicted him and everyone believed the press. Everyone believed the wild accusations. "He's innocent, Drakon. He had no idea Michael Amery was running a pyramid scheme. Had no idea all those numbers and profits were a lie."
"Then if he's so innocent, why did he flee the country? Why didn't he stay, like Amery's sons and cousins, and fight instead of setting sail to avoid prosecution?"
"He panicked. He was frightened"
"Absolute rubbish. If that's the case, your father is a coward and deserves his fate."
She shook her head in silent protest, her gaze pinned to Drakon's features. He might not look like Drakon, but it was definitely him. She knew his deep, smooth voice. And those eyes. His eyes. She'd fallen in love with his eyes first. She'd met him at the annual Life ball in Vienna, and they hadn't dancedDrakon didn't dancebut he'd watched her all evening and at first she'd been discomfited by the intensity of his gaze, and then she'd come to like it. Want it. Crave it.
In those early weeks and months when he'd pursued her, Drakon had seduced her with his eyes, examining her, holding her, possessing her long before he'd laid a single finger on her. And, of course, by the time he did, she was his, completely.
The last five years had been brutal. Beyond brutal. And just when Morgan had found herself again, and felt hopeful and excited about her future, her world came crashing down with the revelation that her beloved, brilliant financier father, Daniel Copeland, was part of Michael Amery's horrific Ponzi scheme. And instead of her father handling the crisis with his usual aplomb, he'd cracked and run, creating an even bigger international scandal.
She drew a slow, unsteady breath. "I can't leave him in Somalia to die, Drakon. The pirates will kill him if they don't get the ransom money"
"It would serve him right."
"He's my father!"
"You'll put yourself in debt for the rest of your life, just to buy his freedom, even though you know that his freedom will be short-lived?"
"You do understand that he'll be arrested the moment he tries to enter any North American or European country?"
"He's never going to be free again. He's going to spend the rest of his life in prison, just like Michael Amery will, once he's caught, too."
"I understand. But far better for my father to be in an American prison than held by Somali pirates. At least in the United States he could get medical care if he's sick, or medicine for his blood pressure. At least he could have visitors and letters and contact with the outside world. God knows what his conditions are like in Somalia"
"I'm sure they're not luxurious. But why should the American taxpayer have to support your father? Let him stay where he is. It's what he deserves."
"Do you say this to hurt me, or is it because he lost so much of your money?"
"I'm a businessman. I don't like to lose money. But I was only in four hundred million of the five billion he gave to Amery. What about those others? The majority were regular people. People who trusted your father with their retirement money their life savings. And what did he do? He wiped them out. Left them with nothing. No retirement, no security, no way to pay the bills now that they're older and frailer and unemployable."
Morgan blinked hard to clear her vision. "Michael Amery was my father's best friend. He was like...
Most helpful customer reviews on Amazon.com
The fallen Greek Bride: In this story Drakon, and Morgan were in love. They had married, and had an almost magical honeymoon. After the honeymoon ended, is when things feel apart. The two had a love that was so strong, that it scared them. They stopped talking to one another. Morgan left, and asked for a divorce. Drakon wouldn't give her one, until they could sit down and talk. He didn't know what happen to make her leave the way she did. Five long years passed.... Morgan needed his help, so she swallowed her pride, and went to see him. I could feel the strong emotions that they both were feeling. I was glad the two started talking, and working out their indifference. It's amazing how much a relationship can grow just by two talking, and communicating. The depth of love between Morgan, and Drakon blew me away.
I was a little disappointed at the end of the book. I felt it just ended. I would have liked to know if Morgan's father was found, and saved. I also would have liked to know if Morgan was pregnant. The way the book cut off, makes me wonder if there will be a book two?
I would have rated this book a 3 star
Review on second book, At the Greek Boss's Bidding
This story really touched my heart.
Kristian was in a horrific accident. He is in a wheel chair, and blind. Elizabeth owned First class Rehab. Every nurse Elizabeth sent to take care of Kristian, and help him regain his strength, was sent packing by Kristian. He was rude, and downright mean. He just wanted to be left alone. His treatment plan almost had first class Rehab in the red, they were close to being broke. Elizabeth didn't have a choice. She had to take over his case, and his care herself. I liked the way Elizabeth saw through his meanness, and realized he was depressed. I also liked the way she was tough on him. She told him, what everyone was too afraid to say. She didn't allow him to have a pity party. She was there to get him back on his feet.
I also liked the way the two developed a friendship that lead to something special. They did have some trails along the way, which only made this book better.
I would rate this book a 5 star
The second story was so good. I am glad I read it. After the first book I did not think I would like any story by Porter but I really loved this. I liked how even though they had obstacles, they both knew they were falling hard for the other. He, of course, was blinded by an accident and what happened to his brother and she was scarred by an arsehole ex-husband. I loved when they finally came together. He was always upset that he could not read her face and in the process it seemed that he forgot to mask his emotions because she could tell what he was thinking and it made him seem more human to her. It was worth the money and time to read this story. I am glad I did not quit after the first. This one gets a 4 star rating.
I rated it based on each rating and dividing it by 2 which would give it 2 1/2 stars but I pushed it up to 3 because the latter story really was amazing!!