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“Tell me what I have to do.”
Stavros studied Leah for the longest time. Each falling second twisted her gut.
“Live with me for three months and prove that I can trust you.”
“No.” The table rattled with the force of Leah’s movement.
“This is the only way I will even consider your request.”
“What do you expect me to do for these three months?”
“Convince me that you’re serious about this fashion design career—that you won’t drain your inheritance on some trumped-up business.”
“The vote of confidence in your tone is really inspiring.”
The hardness in his eyes didn’t budge. “I’m giving you a real choice. If you fail, our marriage stands. You’ll be my wife in every sense—for as long as one of us is alive.”
Greek Tycoons Tamed
When power and pride are undone by passion!
Stavros Sporades and Dmitri Karegas are renowned throughout the world as Greece’s most powerful and determined tycoons!
But have these untouchable Greek tycoons finally met the women who can tame them?
Find out in …
Stavros and Leah’s story:
Claimed for His Duty
August 2015
The wife Stavros hasn’t seen for nearly five years is back and demanding a divorce! But Stavros isn’t about to let his errant wife escape from his grasp … they have unfinished business!
Dmitri and Jasmine’s story:
Bought for Her Innocence
November 2015
Dmitri is known for the women who visit his bed as much as for the millions in his bank account.
So when a childhood friend auctions her innocence Dmitri intends to be the highest bidder!
Claimed
for His Duty
Tara Pammi
TARA PAMMI can’t remember a moment when she wasn’t lost in a book—especially a romance, which was much more exciting than a mathematics textbook. Years later, Tara’s wild imagination and love for the written word revealed what she really wanted to do. Now she pairs Alpha males who think they know everything with strong women who knock that theory and them off their feet!
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LEAH HUNTINGTON COLLAPSED onto the plastic chair behind her small desk, her knees buckling out from under her. The red stamp spelling out “REJECTED” on the application form blurred in front of her eyes. Her heart squeezed painfully as she fingered the flat sketches on her drawing board, the possibility of seeing her creation take form now evaporating like a puff of smoke.
Sweat ran down her back, the slow whir of the ceiling fan scraping against her nerves. She ran cramped up fingers over her neck, feeling the muscles tighten with tension.
Mrs. DuPont, the buying manager for a retail store, had given Leah only two months to create her first collection and all Leah had now were flat sketches. And as she had to do everything herself instead of contacting a factory like she did for the fashion house, every minute was important.
The most important of it being the funds she required to source raw materials... There were a hundred things she needed and it was all sitting in that bank.
She dialed the number for the bank manager she had spoken to just two days ago.
Her heart hammered painfully, thudding faster and faster, an ominous pounding she couldn’t breathe past. There could be only one man behind this. Her stomach twisted as the bank manager coughed on the other end of the phone. His answer was curt, immediate as though he had been rehearsing the explanation, waiting for Leah to call.
They couldn’t use the trust fund as security to approve her loan because—Leah could hear the hushed reverence in the manager’s voice as he uttered the name—the trustee overseeing her fund had denied the use of the trust fund, her trust fund, as security.
Stavros.
Leah threw the handset across the room, every inch of her shaking. She kicked the chair aside, the impact of it jarring up her leg, every nerve cell in her humming with outrage.
How much more was he going to punish her? How long was she going to let him?
She