Miranda Weston is recovering from the injuries that have ended her career, so she's stunned when Greek billionaire Theo Savakis pursues her. What can one of the world's most powerful and eligible men want with her?
Theo needs a wife--fast--or he'll forfeit his inheritance, and lovely but broken Miranda is the perfect choice. But Theo hasn't counted on the passion that flares between them...or on Miranda learning the truth about how he set out to buy her for marriage!
There are no customer reviews available at this time. Would you like to write a review?
February 01, 2007
Number of Print Pages*
Adobe DRM EPUB
* Number of eBook pages may differ. Click here for more information.
Excerpt from The Greek's Bridal Purchase by Susan Stephens
Kalmos. A tiny island, set like a gem in the Aegean. Perfect.
Miranda leaned over the rail as the ferry reversed its engines and drifted slowly into port. It had taken an age, but, however slow and primitive the interisland ferry might be, it was better than trusting her life to the small turbo-prop aircraft that made the same journey. Her knees were still knocking after the flight to Athens.
She was in a crowd of maybe twenty people waiting to disembark, the only pale and silent stranger in a cheery mob of smiling faces. The sun gave you licence to raise your voice, to laugh out loud, to catch someone's eye and greet them like a friend.
"Oh, no, thank you, I can manage!" She dragged her roll-along suitcase a little closer as an elderly man tried to help her with it. He took it anyway.
She waited for the familiar anger to surge up inside her, and then realised she wasn't angry. Well,that was a start. Anger was such a destructive emotion. If she couldn't lose the anger she would never heal inside, and those wounds were far more serious than the damage to her arm.
Thinking she was behind him, the man had already lifted her bag and walked away. She caught up with him onshore. "Efharisto. Thank you." She smiled, practising one of the essentials she had picked up in her phrasebook.
Still beaming, he turned back to his group after returning her courtesy.
He was intent on his family, she noticed, and suffused with the type of joy that made her feel wistful. She had cut herself off from her own family. She had lied to them. She had said she would teach for a short while--just until she regained full use of her arm.
"Adio," he called, waving as she walked away. "Adio," Miranda called back. It was such a thrill not to be stared at, or to be treated any differently.