Billionaire Theo Savas didn't need marriage. He'd been there, done that and he wasn't doing it again. Not that it stopped nearly every single woman on the planet trying. Theo wanted space, maybe even a bit of celibacy. So he was furious when he'd just got himself settled in an isolated house on a Greek island--and came downstairs to discover Martha Antonides letting herself in! But forced together, passion overcame them. Eventually, of course, Theo went back to his bachelor lifestyle...and Martha discovered she was pregnant. She knew she couldn't turn to Theo--he was strictly a no-strings man.
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January 30, 2007
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Excerpt from The Santorini Bride by Anne McAllister
One more hill.
Looking up the stone steps that twisted up from the dock, Martha could see the house at last. Thank God.
When she'd got off the launch in Santorini she'd thought, "I'm home." But she'd forgotten the climb and she hadn't told Ariela, the local lady who took care of the house, that she was coming. So no one knew to meet her.
No matter. She'd been determined to get here on her own, to be here on her own. The climb was just the last part of it. Still, she was exhausted and sweating, and her duffel bag, packed for a move back to New York, not a spur-of-the-moment desperate flight to Greece, felt like lead as she dragged it behind her.
She looked up again. In the shimmering summer heat the walls of the two-story, white-stuccoed building seemed almost like a mirage, a dream. Martha had been running on adrenaline so long that it could well have been a hallucination, if she didn't know she was down to her last dollar, having spent nearly every cent in her savings account to get her plane ticket from JFK yesterday afternoon.
Was it only yesterday?
It seemed like another lifetime since she had blithely and eagerly bounded up the stairs to her boyfriend, Julian's, loft apartment in Tribeca, already anticipating his killer grin, his open arms that would grab her and swing her around in joy when she announced she was back for good, that she had finally finished the mural in Charleston that had taken her out of New York for the past month, and that while she was gone she'd made a decision"she was ready at last to share his bed.
She had opened the door, calling his name. Then, hearing the sound of the shower, she had thrown caution to the wind. What better way to prove to him that she was ready for the intimacy he'd demanded"
And so she'd kicked off her sandals, stripped off her shirt and was shimmying out of her skirt as she'd opened the bathroom door.
And discovered Julian wasn't alone. Through the steamed glass she could see two bodies beneath the spray"Julian, his blond hair plastered flat, and some curvaceous brunette with an all-over tan. Their bodies bare, their limbs entwined.
Martha had stopped dead, gut-punched, rooted to the spot as she gazed unblinkingly at the sight of her fantasies, her dreams and hopes crashing to bits.
And then the cool blast of air she'd brought in when she'd opened the door caused Julian to look up. He wiped a hand over the glass, clearing it briefly to stare straight at her stunned face.
His mouth opened and an expletive formed on his lips. Martha's own mouth was as frozen as her feet as she watched the woman rub against him unaware. Julian shut his eyes for a moment, then opened them and met her gaze again. This time there was less shock and more defiance.
And thank God, Martha found that her feet would move. She spun away, snatching up her shirt to cover her own bareness, her foolish vulnerability. She yanked it on, face burning, heart slamming"but nowhere near as hard as she slammed the door on her way out.
She'd run down the stairs, her duffel bag banging along behind her, desperate to get away into the street where crowds of people passed, unconcerned, unaware of her humiliation, of her world spinning out of control. Nothing had changed for them.
But for Martha the world had just gone upside down.
She had spent the month she was in Charleston thinking about Julian, about their relationship, about whether he was "the one." She'd taken things slow, unwilling to just jump into bed with him because he was gorgeous and charming and sexy and wanted to go to bed with her.
She'd seen her sister, Cristina, do far too much of that. Martha had always been determined she was going to be "sure" before she ever became intimate with a man.