Bought: The Greek's Baby

Bought: The Greek's Baby

by Jennie Lucas

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Bought: The Greek's Baby by Jennie Lucas

American beauty Eve Craig fell under the spell of powerful Talos Xenakis in a hot-blooded Athens encounter….

Three months later Eve has lost her innocence—and her memory!

But she has aroused Talos's desire and his anger—she has betrayed him. So what better way to punish the woman who nearly ruined him, than marry—and destroy—her? Only she's now carrying his love-child….

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781426847950
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 02/01/2010
Series: Harlequin Presents Series , #2895
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 192
Sales rank: 91,314
File size: 463 KB

About the Author

Jennie Lucas's parents owned a bookstore and she grew up surrounded by books, dreaming about faraway lands. At twenty-two she met her future husband and after their marriage, she graduated from university with a degree in English. She started writing books a year later. Jennie won the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart contest in 2005 and hasn’t looked back since. Visit Jennie’s website at:

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Talos Xenakis had heard a lot of lies in his life, particularly in relation to his beautiful, ruthless ex-mistress. But this one topped them all.

"It can't be true," he said in shock, staring at the doctor. "She's lying."

"I assure you, Mr. Xenakis, it's true," Dr. Bartlett replied gravely. "She has no memory. Not of you, not of me, not even of her accident yesterday. And yet there's no physical injury."

"Because she's lying!"

"She was wearing a seat belt when her head hit the air bag," Dr. Bartlett continued. "There was no concussion."

Talos stared at him with a scowl. He had a reputation as a doctor of immense skill and integrity. He was rich from a lifetime of serving wealthy, aristocratic patients—so he couldn't be bought. He was known as a family man, still completely in love with his wife of fifty years, an adored father of three and grandfather of eight—so he couldn't be seduced. So he honestly must believe Eve Craig had amnesia.


Talos's lip curled. After all of her devilish cleverness, he would have expected more of her.

Eleven weeks ago, after stabbing him in the back, Eve Craig had vanished from Athens like a ghost. His men had searched for her all over the world without success until two days ago, when she'd suddenly resurfaced in London for her stepfather's funeral.

Talos had dropped a billion-dollar deal in Sydney, ordering his men to trail her until he could reach London on his private jet. Kefalas and Leonidas had been right behind Eve yesterday afternoon when she'd left the private hospital in Harley Street. They'd watched her tuck her long, glossy dark hair beneath a silk scarf, put on big black sunglasses and white driving gloves and drive away in her silver Aston Martin convertible.

Right into a red postbox on the sidewalk.

"It was so strange, boss," Kefalas had told him that morning when he'd arrived from Sydney. "She seemed fine at the funeral. But leaving the doctor's office she drove like a drunk. She didn't even recognize us when we helped her back into the hospital after the accident."

Now, Dr. Bartlett looked equally puzzled as he scratched the back of his wispy white head. "I held her overnight for observation, but cannot find anything physically wrong with her."

Talos ground his teeth. "Because she doesn't have amnesia. She's playing you for a fool!"

The elderly doctor stiffened. "I do not believe Miss Craig is lying, Mr. Xenakis. I have known her since she was fourteen, when she first came here with her mother from America." He shook his head as he mused, "All the tests came back negative. The only symptom seems to be the amnesia. Leading me to perhaps wonder if the accident was merely the catalyst—the trauma was an emotional one."

"You mean she brought it on herself?"

"I wouldn't say that exactly. But this is outside my field. It's why I've recommended a colleague, Dr. Green."

"A psychiatrist."


Talos latched on to the one valuable bit of information. "So if there's nothing physically wrong with her, she can leave the hospital."

The doctor hesitated. "She's certainly strong enough. But as she has no memory, perhaps it would be better if a member of her family…"

"She has no family," Talos interrupted. "Her stepfather was her only relative, and he died three days ago."

"I did hear about Mr. Craig, and was very sorry. But I hoped perhaps Eve might have an aunt or uncle, or even a cousin in Boston…"

"She does not," Talos said evenly, although he had no idea. He only knew nothing was going to keep him from taking Eve away with him today. "I am her…" What? Ex-lover bent on revenge? "Boyfriend," he finished smoothly. "I will take care of her."

"So your men told me yesterday, when they said you were on your way." Dr. Bartlett eyed him as if he did not quite like what he saw. "But it does not sound as if you even believe she needs special care."

"If you say she has amnesia, I have no choice but to believe it."

"You called her a liar."

Talos gave a crooked grin. "Creative untruths are part of her charm."

"So you are close?" The doctor looked up at him with narrowed eyes. "Do you plan to marry her?"

Talos knew the answer the man wanted—the only answer that would release Eve into his power. And so he told the truth. "She is everything to me. Everything."

Scrutinizing Talos's expression, the doctor stroked his beard with something like satisfaction, then nodded in a sudden brisk decision. "Very well. I'll release her into your care, Mr. Xenakis. Take good care of her. Take her home."

Take her to Mithridos? Talos would die before he would pollute his home that way. But Athens…yes. He'd lock her up and make her thoroughly regret betraying him. "You will release her to me today?"

The doctor nodded. "Yes. Make her feel loved," he warned. "Make her feel wanted and secure."

"Loved and secure," he repeated, barely able to keep the sneer from his face.

Dr. Bartlett frowned. "Surely, Mr. Xenakis, you can appreciate what these last twenty-four hours have meant to Eve. She's had nothing to cling to. No memory of family or friends to sustain her. No sense of home or memory of belonging. She didn't even know her name until I told her."

"Don't worry," Talos said grimly. "I'll take good care of her."

But as he started to turn away, the doctor stopped him. "There is something else you should know."


"Normally I would never disclose this information. But in this unique case, I feel the need for informed care far exceeds the concern for privacy…."

With a muttered curse in Greek, Talos tapped his foot impatiently. "What is it?"

"Eve is pregnant."

At that word, Talos's head shot up. His heart literally stopped in his chest.

"Pregnant?" he choked. "When?"

"When I did the ultrasound yesterday, I estimated conception in mid-June."


For nearly all of that month Talos had barely left her side. He'd kept tabs on his business almost unwillingly, begrudging every moment of his life that wasn't spent in bed with her. Their affair had burned him through, blood and bone. He'd thought—God help him—that he could trust her. Because lust had seized his mind and will.

"I feel I'm at fault," Dr. Bartlett continued regretfully. "If I'd had any idea how upset she was at the news of her pregnancy, I would never have let her drive away from the hospital. But don't worry," he added hastily, "your baby is fine."

His baby.

Talos stared at him, hardly able to breathe.

The doctor suddenly gave a hearty, cheerful laugh, patting him on the back. "Congratulations, Mr. Xenakis. You're going to be a father."

Around her, Eve was dimly aware of a whisper of voices and the distant hum of a radiator. She felt someone— the nurse?—sweep a cool cloth against her forehead. The soft sheets against her skin felt heavy. She smelled the fresh scent of rain and cotton. But she stubbornly kept her eyes closed.

She didn't want to wake up. She didn't want to leave the dark peacefulness of sleep, the warmth of barely remembered dreams that still cradled her like an embrace.

She didn't want to return to the nothingness of existence, where she had no memories. No identity. Nothing to cling to. It was an emptiness far worse than any pain.

And then the doctor had told her three hours ago that she was pregnant.

She couldn't remember conceiving the child. Couldn't even remember the face of her baby's father. But she would meet him today. He would be here any minute.

Covering her head with her pillow, she squeezed her eyes shut. She was racked with nervousness and fear at the thought of meeting him for the first time—the father of her unborn baby!

What kind of man would he be?

She heard the door open and close. She held her breath. Then someone sat heavily next to her, causing her body to lean toward him on the mattress. Strong arms suddenly were around her. She felt the warmth of a man's body, breathed in the woodsy musk of his cologne.

"Eve, I'm here." The man's voice was deep and low, with an exotic accent she couldn't place. "I've come for you."

A thrill rushed through her. With an intake of breath, she pushed aside the pillow.

He was so close to her. She saw the sharpness of his cheekbones first. The dark scruff on his hard jaw. The tawny color of his olive skin. Then, as he drew back, she saw his whole face.

He was, quite simply, breathtaking.

How was it possible for a man to be at once so masculine—and so beautiful? His black hair brushed the top of his ears. He had the face of an angel. Of a warrior. His Roman nose had been broken at least once, from the tiny imperfection of the angle. He had a full, sensual mouth, with a twist of his lips that revealed arrogance and perhaps more—cruelty?

His eyes gleamed down at her, dark as night. And beneath their black depths, for a moment she saw a ravaging fire of hatred—as if he wished she were dead, as if she were a ghost he'd long ago consigned to hell.

Then she blinked, and he was smiling down at her with tender concern.

She must have imagined that fiery hatred, she thought in bewilderment. Not surprising considering how screwy her head had been since the accident—an accident she couldn't even remember!

"Eve," he whispered as he stroked her cheek. "I thought I'd never find you."

The touch of his rough fingers against her skin burned her. She felt a sizzle down her neck to her breasts, making her nipples taut and her belly spiral in a strange tightness. With an intake of breath, she searched his face, hardly able to believe the evidence of her own eyes.

This—this man was her lover? He looked nothing like she'd expected.

When Dr. Bartlett had told her that her boyfriend was on his way from Australia, she'd imagined a kind-looking man with a loving heart, a sense of humor. A gentle man who would share his troubles while they washed dishes together at the end of the day. She'd dreamed of a loving partner. An equal.

Never in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined a dark god like this, cruelly beautiful, masculine and so powerful that he could no doubt slice her heart in two with a look.

"Aren't you glad to see me?" he said in a low voice.

She searched his face, holding her breath.

But no memories rushed through her, no recollections of the hard curve of his cheek or the slightly wicked twist to his sensual lips. No memories of a thousand little intimacies between lovers. Nothing!

He helped her sit up. His hands lingered possessively on her back, causing a sudden heat across her body.

Eve licked her lips nervously.

"You are… you must be… Talos Xenakis?" she ventured, waiting for him to deny it. Almost hoping he would, and that her real boyfriend, the kind-faced man with the gentle eyes, would walk through the door.

The Greek tycoon's hands on her back paused.

"So you do recognize me."

She shook her head. "No. Your two employees… the doctor… they told me your name. They said you were on your way."

He looked down at her, searching her face.

"Dr. Bartlett told me you had amnesia. I didn't believe it. But it's true, isn't it? You really don't remember me."

She could only imagine how that must hurt him! "I'm sorry," she said, rubbing her forehead. "I keep trying, but the first thing I can remember is your employee—Kefalas?—pulling me from my car. It was a lucky thing they were in the car behind me!"

His lips seemed to curve imperceptibly. "Yes. Very lucky." He sat up straight. "You will be leaving the hospital today."

She took a deep breath. "Today?"

"Right now."

"But…" She bit her lip then blurted out, "But I still can't remember anything! I hoped when I saw you…"

"You hoped seeing me would bring your memory back?"

She nodded miserably. There was no point in feeling disappointed, she told herself fiercely, or making him feel more badly about it than he must already!

But she couldn't stop the lump in her throat. She'd been counting on the idea that when she saw the face of the man she loved, the man who loved her, her amnesia would end.

Unless they didn't love each other, she thought suddenly. Unless she'd gotten pregnant by a man who was barely more than a one-night stand.

"I'm sure you must feel so hurt," she said, trying to push away her sudden fear. She said haltingly, "I can only imagine how it must feel, to love someone who can't remember you."

Do you love me? she thought desperately, trying to read his face. Do I love you?

"Shhh. It's all right." Lowering his head, he kissed her tenderly on the forehead. The warmth of his nearness was like the summer sun on a winter's day. Then he lifted her chin, and his dark eyes whipped through her like a blast of heat. "Don't worry, Eve. In time, you will remember—everything."

Looking into his face gratefully, Eve realized that her first impression of him had been utterly wrong. He wasn't cruel. He was kind. How else to explain the fact that he could be so gentle and patient and loving, pushing aside his own hurt to focus only on her?

She took a deep breath. She would be as brave as he was. Pushing the blankets aside, she said over the lump in her throat, "I'll get dressed to go."

He stopped her. "Wait. There's something else we need to talk about."

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Bought: The Greek's Baby (Harlequin Presents #2895) 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 23 reviews.
The-Ladies-Room More than 1 year ago
Bought: The Greek Baby is about revenge and hatred all directed at his ex-lover Eve because she betrayed him. The frustration, anger and lust Talos feels for Eve Craig literally leaps off of the pages as penned by the very talented Jennie Lucas. As a reader of romance this particular romance had so many twists and turns, was very intense, and full of revenge it kept me up most of the night. My heart was pounding, my emotions were all over the place and I so loved this story and wished for a happy ending and I got one! Forgiveness, understanding and what's important LOVE and that's what Bought: The Greek's Baby was all about....a fabulous love story with an emotional happy ending! The for rest of the review:
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The end seemed to come so fast. Revenge, love, more revenge, and back to love. If you're okay with that kind of plot, you will enjoy this story. It vaguely reminded me of one of Maya Banks' Greek books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book. It kept me guessing almost to the end. I felt like it ended too fasr but overall it was really good. Its deffenetly worth reading.
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I would recommend this book if you enjoy a good romance with a little revenge, misunderstanding and finally love and forgiveness thrown in the mix. It was a good book to relax with and I will archive it for future reading pleasure.
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Highly recommend
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All i got to say is that i agree. Really loved this story.
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