Claimed by his touch...
Alexis Constantinou haunts Selena Blakeâs every memory. Before his expert touch awakened her, she was nothing more than a naive schoolteacher. Now she dreams every night of his idyllic Mediterranean island, and the scorching affair that stole her innocence...
Left carrying his child!
But their brief time together left Selena with a shameful secret. And when family duty calls her back to Greece, she must face the man whose caress branded her as his! Seeing Alexis once more, Selena cannot ignore their still-sizzling passion, but dare she reveal the truth sheâs hidden from the worldâthe secret Constantinou heir!
There was a violent flash of eerie green light and then, almost at once and right above their heads, an ominous rumble, building slowly and inexorably to a roaring, deafening crash as if the cave was collapsing on top of them.
Selena cried out, her voice lost in the uproar, and stumbled forward, her hands reaching out to Alexis, who caught her and held her until the last terrifying echoes of the thunder died away and all she could hear was the tumultuous thud of her own heartbeat.
And beneath her cheek hisâlike the relentless rhythm of a drum.
His hand moved down, impelling her silently to look up at him. To read his intention in the sudden flare of his gaze as he bent and his mouth found hers, gently, sensuously, coaxing her lips to part for him.
She leaned into the heat and strength of his body, welcoming his kiss, responding with bewildered ardour as it deepened and a shiver of pleasure feathered enticingly across her skin.
When, at last, he took his lips slowly from hers she made a small, lost sound in her throat that never became an actual wordâeven if sheâd been able to think of one.
She registered that the crackle of the lightning had become less frequent and the answering thunder had become a sullen mumble in the distance.
âThe storm is over.â
There was an odd silence, then he said quietly, âOn the contrary, Selena mou, I think it is just beginning.â
Secret Heirs of Billionaires
There are some things money canât buy...
Living life at lightning pace, these magnates are no strangers to stakes at their highest. It seems theyâve got it all⦠That is until they find out that thereâs an unplanned item to add to their list of accomplishmentsâ¦!
Achieved:
1. Successful business empire
2. Beautiful women in their bed 3. An heir to bear their name?
Though every billionaire needs to leave his legacy in safe hands, discovering a secret heir shakes up his carefully orchestrated plan in more ways than one!
Uncover their secrets in:
Unwrapping the Castelli Secret by Caitlin Crews
Brunettiâs Secret Son by Maya Blake The Secret to Marrying Marchesi by Amanda Cinelli Demetriou Demands His Child by Kate Hewitt The Desert Kingâs Secret Heir by Annie West The Sheikhâs Secret Son by Maggie Cox
Look out for more stories in the Secret Heirs of Billionaires series, coming soon!
Former journalist SARA CRAVEN published her first novel, Garden of Dreams, for Mills & Boon in 1975. Apart from her writingânaturally!âher passions include reading, bridge, Italian cities, Greek islands, the French language and countryside, and her rescue Jack Russell cross Button. She has appeared on several TV quiz shows, and in 1997 became the champion of UK TV show Mastermind. She lives near her family in WarwickshireâShakespeare country.
Books by Sara Craven
Mills & Boon Modern Romance
Inherited by Her Enemy
Seduction Never Lies Count Valieriâs Prisoner The Price of Retribution The End of Her Innocence Wife in the Shadows His Untamed Innocent The Innocentâs Surrender Ruthless Awakening The Santangeli Marriage One Night with His Virgin Mistress The Virginâs Wedding Night Innocent on Her Wedding Night The Forced Bride Bride of Desire
Seven Sexy Sins
The Innocentâs Sinful Craving
Men Without Mercy
The Highest Stakes of All
Visit the Author Profile page at millsandboon.co.uk for more titles.
CHAPTER ONE
SELENA SAW THE letter as soon as she opened the front door, the blue airmail envelope unmissable against the brown matting.
She halted abruptly, recognising the Greek stamp, her stomach lurching as a sudden image blazed into her mind of tall bleached columns rearing into an azure sky, with a pool of grass hidden among the fallen stones at their feet. And the soft murmur of a manâs voice in the sunlight, and the brush of hands, lips and warm, naked skin against her own.
She gasped, the plastic carrier bag she was holding slipping from her numb fingers, sending the lemons it contained bouncing and rolling down the narrow hall to the foot of the stairs.
Before she realised almost in the same instant that the untidy scrawl on the envelope could only be Millieâs. No one elseâs. And alarm was replaced by growing anger.