Back In Dr Xenakis' Arms
She can’t resist the doc from her past!But do they have a future?In this Hot Greek Docs story, obstetrician Erianthe Nikolaides is returning home to Mythelios—and dreading seeing her sinfully hot ex Dr Ares Xenakis! She’s still haunted by the devastating circumstances of their break-up. To heal truly she must share her pain with Ares, but when a scorching kiss reignites their desire does she dare risk her heart a second time…?
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She canât resist the doc from her past!
But do they have a future?
In this Hot Greek Docs story, obstetrician Erianthe Nikolaides is returning home to Mythelios and dreading seeing her sinfully hot ex, Dr. Ares Xenakis! Sheâs still haunted by the devastating circumstances of their breakup. To truly heal she must share her pain with Ares, but when a scorching kiss reignites their desire, dare Eri risk her heart a second time?
AMALIE BERLIN lives with her family and her critters in Southern Ohio, and writes quirky and independent characters for Mills & Boon Medical Romance. She likes to buck expectations with unusual settings and situations, and believes humour can be used powerfully to illuminate the truthâespecially when juxtaposed against intense emotions. Love is stronger and more satisfying when your partner can make you laugh through the times when you donât have the luxury of tears.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07519-0
BACK IN DR. XENAKISâ ARMS
© 2018 Amalie Berlin
Published in Great Britain 2018
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To Robin Gianna, who dropped everything and drove for over an hour to spend a day at Panera with me when Ares and Erianthe were refusing to take shape. Without her, this book wouldâve been âLess Thanâ. Love you, lady.
To Annie OâNeil, Tina Beckett and Amy Ruttan. You three can make any project fun, and Iâm always a better writer for having worked with you. <3
Contents
Ten years ago...
ARESâS TIRES SPUN gravel as he tore from the access road into the parking lot at Mytheliosâs only airport, but they couldnât compete with the churning of his stomach.
At the edge of the tarmac, he slammed into Park and launched himself from the car.
Please donât let me be too late.
His heart, still beating hard enough to bruise, hadnât slowed for a single second since his best friend, Theo, had called him twenty minutes earlier in a blind panicâTheoâs parents were sending his little sister away. Today. Right now. Or maybe a few minutes ago if time wasnât on his side.
Heâd thought he would have more time to spend with her before they took that stepâthe step he now couldnât even imagine why heâd agreed to. Her father had said nothing about Erianthe leaving the next morning...
He burst through the chain-link gate along the back of the hangar where all the partners of Mopaxeni Shipping kept their private planes. Gravel became tarmac as he pounded through the baking waves rising from black pavement. Even as fast as he could move, he might as well have been running through quicksand; every yard of effort seemed to return an inch of sluggish distance.
