Heiress's Defiance
When the heiress meets her match!As the eldest Chatsfield, Lucilla knows she’s the only one who can bring the Chatsfield empire back to its glory days. Until her position is usurped by the intensely arrogant and breathtakingly gorgeous Christos Giatrakos. But Lucilla refuses to be beaten by Christos and she is playing for keeps!Christos finds Lucilla and her heiress ways highly amusing. But when she raises the stakes, putting his career in jeopardy, Christos has to act! Lucilla must be taught a lesson, but to do that Christos must return to the land which almost destroyed him, and facing his past will test Christos almost as much as the beautiful Lucilla…Welcome to The Chatsfield, London!
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âWe are not friends, Lucilla. You do not care about my childhood, nor I yours.
âYou care about what I am doing to your precious company and I care about returning the Chatsfield name to its former glory. We are not on opposite sides, no matter how you wish to view it. And we donât need to engage in polite banter in order to pretend we like each other.â
Her eyes had narrowed considerably. And her colour was high. The flush over her breasts was intriguing. He wanted to slip her gown off her shoulder and press his mouth just above her heart.
âWith an attitude like that, no wonder you donât have any friends. You refuse to let anyone get close enough to be a friend.â
He snorted. âAnd do you really want to be my friend, Lucilla? Or is there something more to this query?â
She tilted her chin up. âNo, I donât want to be your friend. But I was trying to be polite. I thought maybe life would be easier if we at least pretended to like one another.â
He took a step closer to her, watched the thrum of her pulse kick up in her neck. He had to admire that she did not back away. She stood her ground, though she had to tilt her head back to look up at him, since he towered over her.
âI am quite willing to pretend, Lucilla mou. I find myself utterly intrigued by the cut of that gown and the mystery of what lies beneath. If you wish, we can leave together and pretend to like each other in my bed.â
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For years, the children of Gene Chatsfieldâglobal hotel entrepreneurâhave shocked the worldâs media with their exploits. But no longer! When Gene appoints a new CEO, Christos Giatrakos, to bring his children into line, little did he know what he was starting.
Christosâ first command scatters the Chatsfields to the furthest reaches of their international holdingsâfrom Las Vegas to Monte Carlo, Sydney to San Francisco ⦠but will they rise to the challenge set by a man who hides dark secrets in his past?
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USA TODAY bestselling author LYNN RAYE HARRIS burst on to the scene when she won a writing contest held by Mills & Boon. The prize was an editor for a yearâbut only six months later Lynn sold her first novel. A former finalist for the Romance Writers of Americaâs Golden Heart Award, Lynn lives in Alabama with her handsome husband and two crazy cats. Her stories have been called âexceptional and emotional,â âintenseâ and âsizzling.â You can visit her at www.lynnrayeharris.com.
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âTAKE CARE OF it now,â Christos Giatrakos said into the phone, his voice hard and clipped and way sexier than Lucilla would have liked. Oh, how she hated Christos! And yet, sitting here in his office, waiting for him to finish whatever dictatorial phone call he was currently making, her belly churned with heat at the mere sound of that voice.
Certainly it did not help that he looked more like a male underwear model than a CEO. Christos should have been strutting his stuff on a runway in Milan, dressed in nothing but his tightie-whities, instead of sitting in what should be her chairâat what should be her deskâand making everyoneâs lives miserable.
Especially her life. Sheâd worked too damn hard and too damn long, and sacrificed too damn much, to have this Greek god of an up-start usurping her position in her own family company.
Lucilla ran a hand over her sleek twist, making sure her hair wasnât out of place, and fumed. She wanted to get up and walk out, but she couldnât let Christos see that he had that much power to anger her. Heâd summoned her by email, as he so often did, and then forced her to cool her heels on his couch while he made phone calls.
She sat ramrod straight, with her tablet on her lap, scrolled through emails and pretended not to care that Christos was ignoring her. Her gaze took in the office that should have been hers. Christos hadnât claimed the desk in the manner that sheâd expected, but there were subtle differencesâthe way the computer sat at a precise angle, the penâworth more than her monthly salaryâperfectly positioned in line with the keyboard, and a small coin sitting just to the right of the pen. From where she was sitting she could only tell that the coin wasnât English. The photographs that had once lined her fatherâs desk had been pushed back into the corner of the bookcase behind the desk. Her motherâs ancient edition of
