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The Greek's Stowaway Bride
By Alexia Adams, Alethea Spiridon Hopson
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2015 Alexia Adams
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Demetri clutched the wall as the boat suddenly changed momentum. He'd paid five million euros to have the yacht custom built. If it had broken down already, there'd be hell to pay. Perhaps the captain had noticed something in the water or it was a routine check of the new engine. Demetri would investigate right after he had his shower.
The cool spray felt wonderful after his intense workout in the onboard gym. He turned the showerhead to massage and let the water pummel his back. Three entire days with no meetings, no urgent emails or other obligations meant absolute bliss. Just him and the sea, and a dedicated crew to cater to his every whim.
As soon as they docked at his birth island of Gavdos the peace would end. He was going to propose to Christina who lived there, and then there would be a flurry of wedding plans to contend with. The rings were in the next room waiting for the perfect moment to slip on her slender finger. He hadn't decided whether they should marry right away and get all the wedding nonsense over and done with quickly. Or perhaps he'd suggest a long engagement so it annoyed him in small doses. Christina was biddable and would do whatever he decided.
The sooner he married, though, the sooner he'd be able to put in an offer on the beach property in direct sight of his grandfather's house. The seller insisted the land go to a married couple. Once it was in his name, however, there'd be no stopping his plans to develop it into a luxury resort. Then each morning when his grandfather looked out the window, he'd have to acknowledge that the bastard grandson he despised had made it in life, that Demetri had made something of the family name rather than disgrace it, as his grandfather maintained.
He closed his eyes and imagined the happiness on his mother's face when he was finally able to provide her with a standard of living worthy of her devotion to him. She'd refused to move with him to Crete and instead insisted on staying on the tiny island of Gavdos with her parents. She'd refused even to let him build her a beautiful house there, but once his resort was up and running, he'd insist that she take one of the opulent bungalows he envisaged. He might have to come up with some excuse as to why he needed her to live on-site. It was time she had her own place where she could do what she wanted rather than have to answer to his tyrannical grandfather.
His eyes snapped open as the bathroom door clicked open and then closed again. He blinked. Holy hotness, this cruise just got interesting. A beautiful woman he'd never seen before stood in the room. Her long dark hair was carefully draped down her front, obscuring her body, but he'd bet his new boat she was naked.
Before he could ask what she wanted, she opened the shower door and stepped inside. She took a deep breath, held his gaze, and then wrapped her arms around his torso. Her body pressed against his — full, soft breasts crushed against his upper abdomen. Only her damp hair prevented their skin from touching.
"What the?" He opened his mouth to ask the question again in Greek, but she stood on tiptoe and whispered into his ear.
"Please. Help me. My name is Rania —"
A millisecond later the bathroom door flung open and two men dressed in black leveled automatic weapons at him. Rather than screaming, the woman in his arms pulled his head down and kissed him. He blinked again. No, there was definitely a naked woman in his shower and two heavily armed men in the bathroom. Was he being pranked with a scene out of a James Bond film? Any moment now someone would yell, "Gotcha!" and he'd discover he was the next YouTube sensation. Who would dare pull such a trick on him?
Rania released his lips but clung to him, her head buried in his neck. Her body trembled but whether from the kiss, which had been intense, or the situation, he didn't know. Time to find out.
"Get out!" he bellowed, although which of the intruders would respond he didn't care. Rania had spoken English so he kept to that language. She tightened her arms around his waist, and he glanced down at her. Her almond-colored eyes were huge and tinged with fear. He could be holding a terrorist about to blow his boat to smithereens. However, she was a hell of a lot more alluring than the two men with their machine guns.
One of the black clad men lowered his weapon a fraction. "You have one minute before we come back and start shooting," he said in heavily accented English. He spoke to the man next to him in Arabic, and they backed out of the room leaving the door ajar.
Rania dropped her arms and tried to step away from him. Damn if he wasn't holding her as tightly as she had been him. He released her, and she quickly opened the shower door then wrapped herself in one of the towels. She handed the other to him, keeping her eyes averted from his lower half in a belated display of modesty. As he secured the towel around his waist she grabbed his hand and then pulled open the bathroom door. Before he'd even stepped fully into the room, Rania began to yell at the two men in Arabic, her gestures so wild her towel almost came loose. Demetri smiled at the confusion on the faces of the armed men, until one raised his gun again.
"Speak in English," Demetri demanded. It was his boat after all; he had a right to know what was going on.
Rania turned to him and shot a devastating smile his direction. "Habibi, I was explaining to these ... men ... that we are on our honeymoon. They have no right to board our boat and point their guns at us."
Maybe it was the guns. Maybe he'd already met his quota of shocks for the day. Maybe he was actually having an aneurysm and imagining all this. Whatever the cause, he didn't react to the word "honeymoon" or its implication. He addressed the men. "Who are you and what do you want?"
"We are friends of the Egyptian government. This woman is related to an enemy of the people of Egypt. We are here to take her into custody."
Rania took his hand in hers and squeezed it tight, shifting her body so it fit against his side.
"We are in Greek waters, on a boat registered in Greece. You have no authority here," Demetri said. "My captain will have alerted the Hellenic Coast Guard that you have illegally boarded my boat. I'm sure you know who I am. Do you really want to start an international incident? Because you will have to kill me before I let you take my wife." He didn't even hesitate on the last word and moved to shelter Rania further with his body.
Both men lowered their guns and had a rapid discussion in Arabic. Their gazed darted between him and Rania. Finally, the taller gunman said, "We have not heard of this wedding. Do you have any proof of this marriage?"
"Yes, I have our marriage certificate here," Rania shocked him by saying. She released his hand and moved over to the bedside table. He looked around. Ten minutes ago, when he'd walked through to take a shower, the stateroom had been immaculate. The bed made so tightly he could have bounced on it without wrinkling the top sheet. Now the blankets were tossed aside, the sheets askew, and three empty condom wrappers littered the floor, not to mention the trail of clothes from the door to the bed, his and he assumed, Rania's. A black bra with red lace dangled from the lamp beside the sofa. A see-through, red G-string hung precariously from the handle to the walk-in wardrobe. Someone had had a hell of a good time in this room. Too bad it hadn't been him.
Rania handed a paper to the first gunman who seemed to be in charge. "It's in Albanian. I'm sure that's not an issue for you," she said, her voice overly sweet. The men perused it carefully, even holding it up to the light as though checking for authenticity.
While they examined the document, Demetri studied Rania. He searched his memory for where he could have met her before but came up blank, and he would have remembered a woman as beautiful as her. Her long dark hair, which she'd freed from the towel, fell in wet strands to her waist. Thick, black lashes framed light-brown, amber-flecked eyes. She bit down on her lower lip for a second, and the desire generated by her earlier kiss flooded to his groin again. She'd tasted as good as she looked. But she was a complete stranger. He'd been in Albania on business for four days before he'd taken possession of his new yacht in Pireus for its maiden voyage. The trip had been interesting, but he was pretty sure he'd have remembered getting married. He'd visited several potential sites in Albania, considering them for his hotel portfolio. It was a gamble if the Balkan country could be the next great tourist destination. With unrest in North Africa and the Middle East, adventurous tourists were searching for a new destination — luxury off the beaten track, and he would be the one to provide it to them.
"Why did you marry in Albania and not in Greece?" The first gunman's abrupt question brought Demetri back to the bizarre situation.
"That is none of your business," Rania said. For a second her hand fluttered to her stomach, implying their quick wedding was rooted in a possible unplanned pregnancy. Without saying anything else, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the men. Despite the seriousness of the situation, and he still wasn't sure if he was safe with this woman, he admired her courage and spunk in standing up to the gunmen. If sweet, gentle Christina were here, she'd be in a flood of tears, hiding behind him, not defying two heavily armed men to see through her web of lies.
Another conference ensued in Arabic between the two men. For a moment Rania relaxed then tensed again when the second man said something.
"We will stay aboard to ensure you are truly married, and that Mrs. Christodoulou does not get off the boat and try to make her way to Egypt."
"That is not acceptable," Demetri said.
The guns raised again. "It is not open for discussion."
A smart man knew when he was out-gunned. "The Greek authorities will remove you both from my boat. Until then, get out of my room and allow my wife to dress. She's getting cold."
Rania gave an exaggerated shiver as if to back up his words. Both men left the room but the leader said before closing the door, "We will be waiting outside. Do not do anything stupid."
Rania let out a huge, silent sigh. Out of the frying pan, into the fire. At least this fire was heated with one intensely hot man. Even naked, Demetri Christodoulou exuded power. Attach a couple of electrodes to him and he could light up her Christmas tree. Every one of his many muscles was honed to perfection, his lips full and firm, his dark eyes piercing, his jaw chiseled and strong. Yup, he was genuine and the only thing currently standing between her and disappearing off the face of the earth. It'd been risky enough stowing away on his boat. She'd really hoped she wouldn't need to use her backup plan, but she had. And Demetri had played his part wonderfully. She couldn't allow him to screw it up now.
"What —" he started.
She kissed him again. At first it was to shut him up. As his lips softened and he fully participated in the embrace, she let herself enjoy the moment. It had been a long time, if ever, since she'd been kissed so well. For a second she forgot she was wearing only a towel and that two men who wanted to make her disappear stood outside the door. And that moment of memory loss made the man she was kissing potentially more dangerous than the two outside.
Wrenching her lips from his, she whispered in his ear. "They can probably hear everything we say. And do. We're only safe to talk in the shower." Although safe was a relative term when it came to her naked body pressed up against his.
He nodded. However, rather than heading toward the bathroom, he said loud enough for the men outside to clearly hear, "I need to eat before I make love to you again, glykia mou. Let's dress and go to dinner. We have all night to celebrate our marriage."
"Good idea. I'm starved." It would buy her some time to figure out how she was going to explain this mess.
Relieved that he didn't demand an immediate explanation for her actions, she grabbed the small satchel that she'd hid in the closet. She tilted her head toward the bathroom, and he nodded an affirmation. Once safely away from everyone, she crumpled onto the floor.
Her attempt to rescue her beloved uncle from an Egyptian prison had so far gotten herself, and an innocent bystander, held at gunpoint and virtual prisoners on this yacht. At least the conditions were a hell of a lot better than her uncle was currently enduring, but it wasn't over yet. She had to convince the gunmen that she and Demetri were wildly in love so they'd leave. Demetri would undoubtedly get rid of her as soon as possible, hopefully at the first island they came across. Then she could make her way to Libya from where she hoped to sneak across the Egyptian border, find her uncle, and bribe the guards to release him. Easy. Not.
None of it was going to happen with her lying on the bathroom floor. She picked herself up and pulled out one of two dresses she'd brought with her, a very skimpy red number that could be crumpled into a ball and still come out looking okay. It probably wasn't the type of dress Demetri Christodoulou's women wore, having only cost her ten euros at a market in Italy. It would have to do.
Through the bathroom door she could hear Demetri talking to someone, demanding to know what was being done about the intruders. He didn't seem satisfied by the answer as several expletives in Greek followed a long silence. A twinge of guilt unsettled her stomach for the position she'd put him in. She turned the water on to brush her teeth and missed the rest of the conversation. She finger combed her hair, touched up her eye makeup, and took a deep breath. Show time.
It was a good thing she took a deep breath in the bathroom because it all whooshed out when she saw Demetri. Greek Gods move over, there was a new deity in town. He hadn't bothered to comb his towel-dried hair, so the ebony curls ran riot, including one that nestled over his forehead, Superman style. His dark eyes and the designer stubble along his jaw emphasized his manliness. He had on a pair of black dress pants and a light blue button-down shirt. The top three buttons were undone, revealing a strong neck and a thick matting of dark hair. His short sleeves stretched tight over his bulging biceps. There was a fluttering sensation in her chest, which was damned annoying. She needed to stay grounded and focused, not aroused and unbalanced.
His dark gaze flared when he saw her in her little red dress. With only string ties around her neck and back holding the front in place, she hadn't worn a bra. Besides, the only one she'd brought still dangled from the lamp next to the sofa. Under his intense stare, her nipples hardened, something that would be clearly visible to him through the thin fabric. To hide from his gaze, she bent and slipped on her sandals. Shame she didn't have her shoe collection at home to choose from. When planning a covert operation, a minimal wardrobe had been the first wise decision. And, it appeared, her last good idea. Then again, she hadn't really expected to play the part of wife to a millionaire Greek hotelier.
It had been sheer luck when she'd been lurking around Athens two weeks ago to discover that Demetri Christodoulou was about to take possession of his new yacht and sail it to Crete. She'd found out all she could about the man, even followed him to Albania so they would both have the stamps on their passports if she needed to prove they knew each other. The fake marriage certificate had been a last-minute decision, one she was glad about now.
"Are you ready?" His deep voice skittered across her taut nerves. The room suddenly seemed to shrink in size. If they were going to convince the armed men that they were truly married, they'd have to share it tonight. Her gaze was drawn to the sofa, which way too short for the 6'2" man who towered over her in her flats. At 5'3" herself, a pair of four-inch heels would barely put a dent in their height difference.
She was about to open the door when his large hand on her arm stopped her. "Wait glykia mou, you forgot to put your rings back on," he said. His flawless English held a note of a British accent. She'd lived the last five years in Montreal, Canada, so she had a North American inflection when she spoke her second language. Until she knew where she stood, she'd keep it to herself that she was also fluent in Greek.
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'The Greek's Stowaway Bride' by Alexia Adams is the story of Rania Ghalli and Demetri Christodoulou. Demetri has come to the decision that he will marry as his family would want. But he didn't know that a women who invalid his world so quickly. Rania is trying free her uncle and she is using everything she can to do so. So she tries to stowaway on Demetri ship. When Egyptian agents comes on board with guns to take her she says she is married to Demetri. Which starts Demetri and Rania love story! "My honest review is for a special copy I voluntarily read."
Demetri has three days to himself on his custom-built yacht. Then he would purpose to Christina, as she would do what he wants. Rania had tried to free her uncle from prison and ended up stowed away on Demetri's yacht, but two gun men were also there. Now she needed Demetri to go along that they were married. This was an excellent story. I loved the ups and downs of the story. I loved for Rania to finally want to settle and to have found happiness. Demetri also went through ins and outs to find love. I loved the overall story as well as the plot and characters. I highly recommend. **I received an ARC of this story in exchange for an honest review
This was an entertaining read, especially because of Rania. She is adventurous, spontaneous and a very intriguing character. Nothing about her is simple or straightforward. Demetri on the other hand is quite the opposite, always in control and believes in planning before doing something. Although that changes when he meets Rania. Some how she manages to aboard his yacht without notice and then pretends to be his wife. As it so happens Demetri was also in need of a wife and Rania seems like the perfect candidate for this job. Besides it was going to be a very temporary wedding. As soon as they both got what they want they will move on with their lives. No heartbreaks and no fuss. Things didn't go Demetri's way though. Rania is a force to be reckoned. His wife refuses to follow his rules and soon things start spiralling out of Demetri's control. In my opinion the best thing about this book is Rania's character. After a long time I have come across such an entertaining heroine. Through out the book her actions kept me on edge, wondering what she is going to do next. What new scheme will she con cote next. It was quite an experience. This is great contemporary novel for all romance lovers.
4 stars The Greek's Stowaway Bride was a sweet, fun and entertaining read. I enjoyed the characters Demetri and Rania, they were both likable and relatable. Overall this was a very entertaining read that held my interest from the first page, I highly recommend this book.
This book was a pleasant change from what I usually read. I fell in love with Rania Ghalli from the beginning and enjoyed her witty, bold, take charge personality throughout the story. Her quest to free her beloved uncle from prison in Egypt was her main goal, but she never intended to develop feelings for stuffy, domineering, rigid Demetri Christodoulou. This was a fun story set at a fast pace and I would recommend it to anyone! I received a free copy from Entangled Publishing through Net Galley.
This is a fast paced thriller from the very start! Demetri Christodoulou is a self made man, determined and wealthy. He’s on board his latest acquisition, a custom built ship, on his way back to the island of his birth, Gavdos, when a naked woman joins him in the shower. That is surprising enough but she’s immediately followed by two gunmen who demand to take her into their custody! All that happens in the first few pages and the all action novel continues in this manner, with plenty of unexpected events adding turmoil and danger to the romance in this story. Trying to give you key facts without revealing any spoilers is difficult, so I’ll just add that the naked lady is Rania, the gunmen are Egyptian and they are after her because she is desperate to free her beloved Uncle Faroud, who has been imprisoned without trial for political reasons. Demerit and Rania strive for Faroud’s freedom, with secret agents, family drama, settings ranging from Gavdos, Crete, Athens, Turkey and, of course, Egypt, all playing an important role as the story unfolds. This thriller is packed with suspense, humour and romance. It is an enthralling read that anyone who enjoys these genres is likely to enjoy. Thanks to the Author, publisher and NetGalley, too, for letting me read an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review.
If the beginning of this book doesn't grab your interest nothing will!! Rania and Demetri meet in a very unconventional way but it definitely works. Loved them together and the author did a great job of taking their relationship forward at a very believable pace. Rania's strength, determination, and love of family make her a very endearing character. Demetri took me a little longer to warm up to but his passion and kindness for his family (well most of them) won me over. They are very different but a perfect balance together. I recommend this one!
A sexy, fun read! Greek billionaire Demetri Christodoulou is minding his own business on his new yacht, when all of a sudden he has a woman literally throwing herself at him! Egyptian heiress Rania Ghalli has been boisterously trying to get her Uncle Fouad freed from his captors, and now has heavily armed men trying to capture her to imprison her as well. She has snuck on board Demetri's yacht, hoping to stowaway and get out of the country, but unfortunately they have followed her. She convinces Demetri to play her new husband and to protect her. After getting her out of trouble, Demetri convinces her a real temporary marriage will be advantageous to both of them. Will they go their separate ways in a year as planned or will the feelings they start having for each other change things?
The Greek's Stowaway Bride is a sweet and fun fast paced read. The author takes an old trope and gives a new coat of paint and you can just sit back and enjoy the ride. Rania makes the story fun despite the fact she is in dire straits she retains he spunk and sense of fun. This book is truly a fun escape. Complimentary copy provided by author/publisher for an honest review.
Who we become is not based solely on the path we chose but the decisions we make when faced with challenging circumstances. Rania and Dimitri are thrown into each others path for a reason. Need and desperation brought them together, perhaps their feelings can bond them forever. It took me a while to get into this book which is rare for me. I usually know right away. I loved the characters. Ms. Adams wrote people who were products of circumstance but refused to be victims. Was not too crazy about the story though. I don't know why. It just didn't grab my attention. I received an ARC of The Greek's Stowaway Bride in exchange for an honest review.