Reviews ...
“A sexy story with lots of
Greek atmosphere for a greatly enjoyable book.” 4 Stars.
- Romantic Times
Excerpt
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Cara suddenly slowed at the entrance to a discotheque, Greek
pop music pulsing through the air.
“You like to dance?” Yannis asked.
“Sometimes.”She was tapping her toes, though, their
red-painted nails peeking out through her sexy high-heeled shoes.
“Come on.”He caught her elbow and guided her into
the dark club, ignoring her protests.Time for him to be a stereotypical
overbearing Greek male.“You want to dance, let’s dance.”
She was yelling at him and gesturing ferociously, almost like
a native Greek.Fortunately, he couldn’t hear her over the
music and just shook his head and pointed at his ears.
She glared at him for a minute but the heavy beat of the music
was getting to her.He started moving his shoulders and she joined
him, gradually relaxing enough to swing her hips in time to the
beat.“That’s it,” he shouted.“You’re
a great dancer.”
She relented and gave him a slight smile, raising her arms as
she twirled in a tight circle on the crowded dance floor, colored
lights flashing around them.Her breasts shifted under her thin
halter, and he could swear he saw the edge of her puckered areola,
waiting for him, Yannis Petrides, to free it from her dress and
lavish attention on it.He hardened immediately as her dress gaped
enough for him to see the beautiful slope of her breast as well.
Gamoto!It was difficult to keep dancing in his aroused state.Cara
did some shimmy-type moves and had turned her back to him when
some drunk German guy staggered by and knocked Yannis into her.He
automatically wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her from
falling.By some awkward coincidence, his cock rubbed her as she
squirmed against him and then nestled him right between her curvy
cheeks.
She froze as if in shock.He was about to apologize and explain
but groaned instead as she slowly began grinding her hips into
him, her breath coming faster.His hand crept up from her waist,
her heavy breast resting on his fingers.Only a few more inches
to slip inside her top.It was dark there, and everybody was caressing
each other in lustful abandon.
Then the music changed to Giorgios Mazonakis singing “Summer
in Greece”, a pop hit from a couple years ago that described
foreign girls getting drunk on the beach and appreciating the
sensual skills Greek men had to offer them.
She turned to face him, her breasts rubbing his chest.He smiled
in satisfaction, and her easy expression stiffened.What now?Was
it that stupid song?She jumped away from him and stalked out of
the club.He considered not following her for a second.
Who was she to lead Yannis Petrides around like a pet goat on
a string?He had no responsibility for her.He wasn’t her
brother, cousin, boyfriend or lover.Although the last…
“Gamoto!”He muttered a Greek curse and went after
her.He’d promised to see her home, happily or not.And once
she was there, she could stay there for the rest of the summer
for all he cared.
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