Contracted For The Petrakis Heir
‘I’m pregnant.’But this baby bombshell is nothing compared to Adoni’s scandalous solution…!A positive pregnancy test isn’t the only reminder Alice has of her one scorching night with Adoni Petrakis. As she defiantly tells him the news, memories of his skilled touch overwhelm her! The contract he draws up—to claim her and his child—is utterly shocking. As is her realisation that she’s still powerfully and inescapably in thrall to this vengeful Greek!
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âIâm pregnant.â
But this baby bombshell is nothing compared to Adoniâs scandalous solution!
A positive pregnancy test isnât the only reminder Alice has of her one scorching night with Adoni Petrakis. As she defiantly tells him the news, memories of his skilled touch overwhelm her! The contract he draws upâto claim her, and his childâis utterly shocking. As is her realization that sheâs still powerfully, inescapably, in thrall to this vengeful Greek!
Growing up near the beach, ANNIE WEST spent lots of time observing tall, burnished lifeguardsâearly research! Now she spends her days fantasising about gorgeous men and their love lives. Annie has been a reader all her life. She also loves travel, long walks, good company and great food. You can contact her at [email protected] or via PO Box 1041, Warners Bay, NSW 2282, Australia.
Also by Annie West
The Sinnerâs Marriage RedemptionSeducing His Enemyâs DaughterA Vow to Secure His LegacyThe Flaw in Raffaeleâs RevengeThe Desert Kingâs Secret HeirThe Desert Kingâs Captive Bride
The Princess Seductions miniseries
His Majestyâs Temporary BrideThe Greekâs Forbidden Princess
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07185-7
CONTRACTED FOR THE PETRAKIS HEIR
© 2018 Annie West
Published in Great Britain 2018
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With smiles and thanks to Anna C for both prodding and cheering and Efthalia P for the Greek!
Contents
ADONI PETRAKIS SURVEYED the crowd filling the ballroom of his flagship London hotel. Initially the guests had been on their best behaviour for the wedding ceremony, partly from finding themselves in such a prestigious venue. There had been open-mouthed stares at the soaring antique glass domed ceiling, the recently refurbished hand-blown chandeliers and the other elegant furnishings.
Now the mood bordered on raucous. His school friend Leoâs new English in-laws were letting down their hair with abandon.
Adoniâs gaze cut to Leo and his bride, now changed out of their church clothes, surrounded by a phalanx of groomsmen playing a drinking game. There was a flurry of bridesmaids in ostentatiously frilled dresses that ranged from pale lemon to a particularly bilious shade of mustard. A braying laugh from one of them scraped like fingernails across a blackboard and Adoni shuddered.
Now the formalities were over, the cake cut, photos taken and speeches delivered, there was nothing keeping him. Heâd done his bit, offering Leo the premises for the event and attending in person, even dancing with the bride.
He lifted one shoulder, easing the old stiffness in his collarbone. It had been a long week. A long month for that matter, and while he wasnât ready for bed, nor was he inclined to stay for an increasingly rowdy party. This group had little in common with a man whose life was devoted to business.
If thereâd been a woman here he found attractive he might have invited her up to his suite for a private celebration. There wasnât. The only really pretty women were either attached or looked at him with dollar signs in their eyes.
