Buying His Bride Of Convenience

The Kalliakis Crown

Talos Claims His Virgin

Theseus Discovers His Heir

Helios Crowns His Mistress

Society Weddings

The Greek’s Pregnant Bride

The Irresistible Sicilians

What a Sicilian Husband Wants

The Sicilian’s Unexpected Duty

Taming the Notorious Sicilian

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Contents

Cover (#ufe8eed2d-f325-515b-965b-abb5c86e1901)

Back Cover Text (#u03f8f660-2f5d-5ba6-ae1a-0a031b64d74f)

Introduction (#u95b96b8e-cd9c-52d3-a8f7-4b60f74d4a93)

Bound to a Billionaire (#u843e93ea-419e-523b-9926-dc64b76f1bb3)

Title Page (#u90022ee3-45b2-5e70-bd60-220969ac1b36)

About the Author (#ue1d00d67-271a-5ed6-bf1c-138f6fd7ffd9)

Dedication (#ua09cdcbe-5c9a-5441-a6f8-481df81e56f7)

CHAPTER ONE (#u9830024e-d066-5158-a9a1-f8fcff8f0b90)

CHAPTER TWO (#u86b037e6-8e58-5b5c-9589-a75a71a60d5b)

CHAPTER THREE (#u8ad752b4-b540-5c6e-b601-c17caf77e32b)

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CHAPTER ONE (#ud9a1c7ce-ae91-55a7-8593-20efb6e66f41)

‘WILL YOU KEEP STILL?’ Eva Bergen told the man sitting on the stool before her. She’d staunched the bleeding from the wound on the bridge of his nose and had the tiny sterilised strips ready to close it up. What should be a relatively simple procedure was being hampered by his right foot tapping away and jerking the rest of his body.

He glared at her through narrowed eyes, the right one of which was swollen and turning purple. ‘Just get it done.’

‘Do you want me to close this up or not? I’m not a nurse and I need to concentrate, so keep still.’

He took a long breath, clenched his jaw together and fixed his gaze at the distance over her shoulder. She guessed he must have clenched all the muscles in his legs too as his foot finally stopped tapping.

Taking her own deep breath, Eva leaned forward on her stool, which she’d had to raise so she could match his height, then hesitated. ‘Are you sure you don’t want one of the medics to look at it? I’m sure it’s broken.’

‘Just get it done,’ he repeated tersely.

Breathing through her mouth so she didn’t inhale his scent and taking great care not to touch him anywhere apart from his nose, she put the first strip on the wound.

It was amazing that even with a busted nose Daniele Pellegrini still managed to look impeccably suave. The quiff of his thick, dark brown hair was still perfectly placed, his hand-tailored suit perfectly pressed. He could still look in a mirror and wink at his reflection.

He was a handsome man. She didn’t think there was a female aid worker at the refugee camp who hadn’t done a double-take when he’d made his first appearance there a month ago. This was only his second visit. He’d called her thirty minutes ago asking, without a word of greeting, if she was still at the camp. If he’d bothered to know anything about her he would’ve known she, like all the other staff based there, had their own quarters at the camp. He’d then said he was on his way and to meet him in the medical tent. He’d disconnected the call before she could ask what he wanted. She’d learned the answer to that herself when she’d made the short walk from the ramshackle administrative building she worked from to the main medical facility.

When Hurricane Ivor had first hit the Caribbean island of Caballeros, the Blue Train Aid Agency, which already had a large presence in the crime-ridden country, had been the first aid charity to set up a proper camp there. Now, two months after the biggest natural disaster the country had ever known and the loss of twenty thousand of its people, the camp had become home to an estimated thirty thousand people, with canvas tents, modular plastic shelters and makeshift shacks all tightly knit together. Other aid agencies had since set up at different sites and had similar numbers of displaced people living in their camps. It was a disaster on every level imaginable.

Daniele was the brother of the great philanthropist and humanitarian, Pieta Pellegrini. Pieta had seen the news about the hurricane and how the devastation had been amplified by the destruction of a large number of the island’s hospitals. He’d immediately decided that his foundation would build a new, disaster-proof, multi-functional hospital in the island’s capital, San Pedro. A week later he’d been killed in a helicopter crash.