The Greek's Secret Son
He’s proposed to protect her…But she has a surprise of her own!Tia is horrified when imposing Anatole Kyrgiakis sweeps back into her life demanding marriage. Six years ago he left her heartbroken—and no matter how fiercely she craves him she won’t make the same mistake again! But Tia is bound to this powerful Greek by more than just passion… Does she dare confess to the biggest secret of all?
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Heâs proposed to protect her...
But she has a surprise of her own!
Tia is horrified when imposing Anatole Kyrgiakis sweeps back into her life demanding marriage. Six years ago he left her heartbrokenâno matter how fiercely she craves him, she wonât make the same mistake again! But Tia is bound to this powerful Greek by more than just passion... Does she dare confess to the biggest secret of all?
JULIA JAMES lives in England and adores the peaceful verdant countryside and the wild shores of Cornwall. She also loves the Mediterraneanâso rich in myth and history, with its sunbaked landscapes and olive groves, ancient ruins and azure seas. âThe perfect setting for romance!â she says. âRivalled only by the lush tropical heat of the Caribbeanâpalms swaying by a silver sand beach lapped by turquoise watersâ¦what more could lovers want?â
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07184-0
THE GREEKâS SECRET SON
© 2018 Julia James
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
A FINE DRIZZLE was threatening. Low cloud loured over the country churchyard and the wintry air was damp and chill as Christine stood beside the freshly dug grave. Grief tore at her for the kindly man who had come to her rescue when the one man on earth sheâd most craved had been lost to her. But now Vasilis Kyrgiakis was gone, his heart having finally failed as it had long threatened to do. Turning her from wife to widow.
The word tolled in her mind as she stood, head bowed, a lonely figure. Everyone had been very kind to her for Vasilis had been well regarded, even though she was aware that it had been cause for comment that she had been so much younger than her middle-aged husband. But since the most prominent family in the neighbourhood, the Barcourts, had accepted their Greek-born neighbour and his young wife, so had everyone else.
For her part, Christine had been fiercely loyalâgratefulâto her husband, even at this final office for him, and felt her eyes misting with tears as the vicar spoke the words of the committal and the coffin was lowered slowly into the grave.
âWe therefore commit his body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection...â
The vicar gave his final blessing and then he was guiding her away, with the soft thud of earth falling on wood behind her.
Eyes blurred, she felt herself stumble suddenly, lifting her head to steady herself. Her gaze darted outwards, to the lychgate across the churchyard, where so lately her husbandâs body had rested before its slow procession from the hearse beyond into the church.
