Who doesn’t love a marriage of convenience romance? Especially when the story also features the amnesia trope!
The Greek’s Forgotten Marriage is the brand new book by Maya Blake. Expect lots of sizzling attraction and off-limits seduction in this Modern romance.
Read on for an exclusive excerpt….
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‘If you’re going to interrupt my wedding, at least have the decency to tell me why.’
My wedding.
This was hubris above and beyond what even she’d imagined him capable of. And he’d shown her a lot during their short, intensely charged time together.
Before he’d vanished off the face of the earth.
She took one last step and the angle of the light changed, throwing him into sharp, dramatic relief. Imogen inhaled sharply, right before her breath locked in her lungs.
After so many dead ends, she hadn’t, deep down, believed that this new lead would pan out. Hadn’t believed that the man she’d been searching for had been right here in Greece all along.
Was she missing some vital angle? What was he playing at?
A softly murmured question in Greek made Imogen turn her attention to the woman at his side. Tucked under his protective arm.
Something caught tighter in Imogen’s chest as several uncharitable thoughts flitted through her head.
She took a step closer, to get a better view of her, then froze when the man stepped forward to block her way.
The protective arm he kept around the woman sent sharp darts through her Imogen didn’t want to acknowledge. So what if he was protective of this woman? Theirs had never been that sort of relationship. It’d been forged within the cold, clinical walls of the boardroom, finalised in an even colder civil court in Athens. And in light of what had come after, that was where it’d end.
Soon, she silently prayed.
She’d put her life on hold for not one but two men—her father, and this man. Simply because she’d been born a woman. Enough.
‘You know why I’m interrupting. You’re not going to claim some sort of mistaken identity, are you? Or that you have a twin brother?’
Surprisingly, a whisper of uncertainty flickered in his eyes before his jaw clenched and he exhaled with visible displeasure. ‘Not that I’m aware of,’ he said.
‘Then can we dispense with this facade?’
‘I assure you, the only strange activity going on here currently is your uninvited presence here, Miss…?’
Imogen started. ‘Seriously?’ She cast a look around, clocked the avid gazes of the congregation. Forced herself to look closer, to see if there was anyone critical she’d missed. Any of the notable people of industry who’d tended to gravitate towards this man’s power like moths to a flame. Anyone who could explain why this ruse was necessary. When she didn’t, when all she saw were villagers dressed simply, with openly curious stares and none of the cut-throat machinations she was used to seeing in the business world, she faced him again. ‘If you’re pranking me, I assure you, this isn’t funny in the least.’
‘And I assure you, the only person making a ridiculous spectacle of themselves is you, Miss…?’ The second pointed query came sharper now, that imperious tone she was well familiar with rumbling through the silence. Another hushed murmur went through the crowd, as if they weren’t used to hearing this timbre. As if this version of the man who was familiar to her was a stranger to them.
Familiar.
Stranger.
Imogen’s breath caught as possibilities bombarded her brain.
Could it be? Surely not…? Surely, this man who could raise and raze dynasties at will hadn’t taken leave of his faculties? It was unconscionable.
But then it would also explain every second of his absence. Would explain the complete vanishing act. Would explain why the man she’d never dreamed would have walked away from the one thing he treasured most—his beloved company—had abandoned it so conclusively and entirely.
Every morning she’d woken up and wondered what he was playing at.
Where he was playing it.
Whether she would eventually go out of her mind with not knowing.
The possibility that this was a deliberate act shook through her.
But no. It didn’t seem possible.
So she took one last step and stared into the eyes of the man whose face and name were imprinted on her so indelibly, she knew it would take a superhuman feat to remove them.
‘My name is Imogen Callahan Diamandis. Yours is Zephyr Diamandis.’ And just in case he still doubted her or intended to keep up this puzzling game, she raised her left hand, where he had slipped the obscene diamond that matched his name onto her finger in a sterile room as different from this charming chapel as night from day. ‘And in case you’re still confused, I’m your wife!’
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Imogen has finally tracked down her missing husband Zeph. But he has no recollection of their business deal union! As Zeph slowly pieces his memories together one thing is for certain. This time an on-paper marriage won’t be enough!
Read now in eBook or in paperback which also features the sexy new romance, A secret Heir to Secure His Throne by Caitlin crews.
