The Greek's Virgin
Seduced for revenge, taken for pleasure!
When Alexander Koutoufides seduced the young Saskia Prentice it was for revenge! Now she is back and Alex decides to finish what he started…for pleasure!
Saskia cannot forgive the sexy Greek who nearly stole her innocence, or forget the stormy passion they shared! She knows Alex wants her, his ruthless reputation confirms that he will have her.
The only uncertainty is…how long can she resist him?
Mills & Boon Modern Romance - Feb 2007
Harlequin Mills & Boon Sexy - Mar 2007
Harlequin Presents - January 2007
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The Greek's Virgin (4) by Trish Morey draws readers into the conflicted love story of Alexander and Saskia. Eight years have passed since their first shocking encounter, and although it's now Saskia who's out for revenge instead of Alexander, the fiery chemistry between them is undeniable. As each maneuvers to get the upper hand, they find that the love and passion they share just might overpower their thirst for revenge. Alex and Saskia are well-written characters, and Morey does an excellent job of revealing the intense passion they share in both their arguments and their love scenes, making this story a pleasure from beginning to end. - Stephanie Schneider - Romantic Times Magazine
Another superbly plotted romance from Trish Morey, THE GREEK'S VIRGIN will scorch your senses — it's so passionate. This novel is full of sensuality and angst, a heady mixture that really combines well to deliver a story one can't help but become enthralled by. The characters are captivating and the emotions are intense. I've been a fan of Morey's books ever since I read her first one, THE GREEK BOSS'S DEMAND, and like all the other titles that have followed since, she's done a superb job of layering the story with strong passion and deep emotion. THE GREEK'S VIRGIN sizzles with sensual heat and is definitely a must read!
~ Leena Hyatt, The Best Reviews
Prologue - Sydney, Australia
Bliss! Life could never get better than this.
Saskia Prentice allowed him to ease her naked body down amongst the soft pillows, her young heart swelling, her lips still swollen and humming from his latest kiss, every cell in her body tingling, plumped and primed in anticipation.
Moonlight stroked against the window, rippling through the silk curtains, turning his skin to satin and illuminating the room in a warm, lunar glow, as if even the heavens approved. And offering just enough light to look up into the dark chocolate depths of his eyes as he positioned himself over her. She melted, her body softening even more, as she looked into them.
The eyes of the man she loved.
A moment of crystal clear clarity pierced the pleasure fog surrounding her as his legs nestled into a welcome place between her own. Not quite eighteen and already she'd found her soul mate, the one special man on this earth truly destined for her. There was no mistake. He was the one. And they would have years of loving together, years of feeling just like this.
How lucky could one woman get?
Then she stopped thinking and gave herself totally to the feeling of him pressing against her, wanting to feel him make her his own, wanting to welcome him inside her, compelling him to press harder to unite them and to end this desperate, urgent need...
Their eyes connected briefly as her body began to accept his, as their burning bodies began to meld.
'I love you,' she whispered, putting in words what her heart already knew, her eyelids fluttering closed as she arched against him, urging him to break through that final stinging barrier, urging him to completion.
A second later the bed bucked and all pressure was gone. He was gone.
And cold air swept cruelly over the places he'd been.
She opened her eyes, blinking in shock, searching for him. But already he was across the room and dragging on his jeans, throwing on a shirt. And his face was as bleak as the stormiest night, his eyes filled with the darkest savagery.
'Put something on. I'll order you a taxi.'
His voice was coarse and gravelly and nothing like she'd ever heard before. She looked up at him in horror, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable and inadequate all at the same time.
'Alex? What's wrong?'
'Tsou,' he spat roughly, tossing his head back as if he was disgusted with himself. His eyes glinted in the moonlight, as hard and cold as a granite surface in the dawn as he threw her clothes at her on the bed. 'This was a mistake.'
She curled herself behind them as best she could, shame and humiliation flaming her exposed flesh. Was her innocence so much of a turn off to him?
'Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry-'
'Get dressed!' he ordered, his words uncompromising, his voice unrecognisable. The voice of a stranger.
'But...' Tears pricked at her eyes as she forced back the lump in her throat and fought her way into her clothes. 'But why?'
In the half light his face was all dark shadows and tight ridges, his muscled body moving with a tenseness tainted with something that simmered like hatred.
'Just get out!' he roared. 'I don't do virgins!'
Copyright © 2008 by Trish Morey. All rights reserved.
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