He was as tall and dark as the devil...and was her family's hated adversary. But that didn't stop Selene Louvardis from wanting Aris Sarantos with her every breath. Or grabbing her one chance for a forbidden night with him.He was never supposed to learn she'd borne his child. But when Aris stormed back into Selene's life and discovered the truth, nothing would stop the ruthless billionaire from claiming his own. Not her family, not the billion-dollar contract at stake and certainly not something as inconvenient as love.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.The devil had come to her father's funeral.
Though Selene Louvardis had always heard it would be badmouthing the devil to call Aristedes Sarantos that.
Aristedes Sarantos. The destitute nobody who'd risen from the quays of Crete to rocket to household-name status in the shipping industry and beyond. A name that everyone whispered in awe, a presence everyone heeded. A power everyone feared.
Everyone but her father.
For over a decade, not a week had passed without hearing about yet another clash in her father's ongoing war with him. The man her father had said should have been his biggest ally, but who'd become his bitterest enemy.
Now the war was over. Her father was dead. Long live the king. If her brothers didn't put their differences aside, Aristedes Sarantos would soon assimilate the empire her father had built and they'd expanded before each had tried to pull it in a different direction, would rule supreme.
She'd been shocked to see him at the funeral. He'd stood in the distance, dominating the windy New York September day, his black coat flapping around his juggernaut's body like a giant raven--or a trapped, tormented soul. She hadn't thought it strange when someone had speculated that he'd come to claim her father's.
She'd thought he'd leave after the burial. But he'd followed the procession to the wake. For the past minutes, he'd surveyed the scene from the threshold of her family mansion, like a general taking stock of a battlefield, a magician setting his stage by casting a thrall.
The moment she thought he'd turn and leave, Sarantos moved forward.
She held her breath as his advance cut a swathe through the crowd. On a physical level, apart from her brothers, who stood his equal, everyone he passed by dwindled into insignificance. On other levels, he was unrivaled -- From Amazon.com Product Description