Tuesday, August 30, 2016

PRETENDING WITH THE GREEK BILLIONAIRE by Kira Archer

Meet Kira:

Kira Archer resides in Pennsylvania with her husband, two kiddos, and far too many animals in the house. She tends to laugh at inappropriate moments, break all the rules she gives her kids (but only when they aren't looking), and would rather be reading a book than doing almost anything else. She has odd, eclectic tastes in just about everything and often lets her imagination run away with her. She loves her romances a little playful, a lot sexy, and always with a happily ever after.
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About the Book:

Always the life of the party, Luca Vasilakis needs to prove he’s capable of taking over his father’s billion-dollar corporation. The perfect opportunity falls in his arms in the form of the reserved but sexy social worker Constance McMurty. What better way to improve his reputation than to get engaged to a do-gooder who is raising six orphans?
Constance wants nothing to do with Luca. But a poorly timed paparazzi photo lands her in the middle of a media nightmare, and Luca is her only way out. He proposes an idea that will help them both—be his fiancĂ©e to gain him some respectability and he’ll make a huge donation to her organization…and save her reputation.
But when their lie starts feeling like the truth, and the chemistry just won’t stop, they have a hard time separating what’s real and what’s fantasy…
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Excerpt:

Luca came back with a guitar in one hand and a bottle of champagne and two glasses in the other.
            She raised an eyebrow. “You play?”
            “Occasionally,” he said, his lips stretching into a slow, sexy smile that had her heart pounding and her body aching for him.
            If he could do all that with a smile, she was a goner if he touched her.
            He set the guitar down and opened the champagne, handing her a glass. She sipped a little too quickly, needing something to take the edge off. With the girls gone, things had gone from safe to intensely intimate, even with the lurking presence of security and the paparazzi she figured were out there somewhere.
            It didn’t help that he wasn’t speaking, just sitting there, drinking his champagne and watching her watch him, that smile still on his lips, sitting so close the heat from his body warmed hers even though he didn’t touch her. He knew the effect he was having on her. Damn him. He was enjoying every second of it.
            He picked up the guitar and absently strummed a few chords, tuning the strings and plucking out a few notes. The firelight flickered over him, highlighting his chiseled features, the biceps that bunched as he played. His fingers moved across the strings and she shivered, too easily picturing those fingers moving over her skin. She had no doubt he’d play her just as well.
            When he started quietly singing, her eyes flew open and she sucked in a small breath of surprise. His voice floated to her, deep and smooth. Her gaze met his and held, those dark eyes burning into hers while he sang.
            Ach koritsi mou. Oh, my girl.
            She breathed in one shaky breath after another as he sang about the unrevealed parts of his soul belonging to her. How he’d waited so long for her to come into his life, and every time he sang the words ach koritsi mou it was like he was laying claim to her, branding her as his.
            His voice died away with the last note of the song. Still they sat staring into each other’s eyes. He put the guitar down and her breathing sped up as he leaned in. She watched him until their lips met, then she closed her eyes and gave herself over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. He hauled her closer, pressing her down into the sand. His lips left hers to trail down her neck and she arched against him, trying to bring him nearer.
            “Koritsi mou,” he murmured against her skin.
            My girl. Oh yes, she was his. It might not last. It might not be real in the harsh light of day, but for that moment, on the sand beneath the soft moonlight, with the salty breeze of the sea flowing over them as he moved over her, kissing her until her body begged for more, she was his, totally and completely his.

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