One Night to Risk it All

One Night to Risk it All
Maisey Yates

The ultimate seduction! Gorgeous Greek tycoon Alexios Christofides isn’t above mixing revenge and pleasure to get exactly what he wants…even if that means seducing his enemy’s fiancée!Rachel Holt has always played the dutiful daughter, hostess, fiancée. Until one electrifying night with a handsome stranger gives her a taste of freedom she’s never known…But this night has great consequences for them both – especially when Rachel realises Alex’s identity!

Rachel bent down and picked his wallet up without thinking. It was an expensive wallet. Black leather with fine stitching. Like something her father would own.

Her eyes skimmed over to his ID. He had an American driver’s license. Which seemed odd. Because he was Greek, no question.

Okay, snoopy. Not really your business.

And it wasn’t. They weren’t trading life stories so it wasn’t really fair for her to be looking at his personal property.

Before she could snap the wallet shut and put it on the table she read his name. Not on purpose. But she saw it, and then all she could do was stare.

She knew his name.

And for a full thirty seconds she didn’t know from where.

Alexios Christofides.

She heard the name in Ajax’s voice. A growl, a curse.

He wasn’t a stranger.

She’d been seduced by her fiancé’s enemy.

MAISEY YATES was an avid Mills & Boon

Modern™ Romance reader before she began to write them. She still can’t quite believe she’s lucky enough to get to create her very own sexy alpha heroes and feisty heroines. Seeing her name on one of those lovely covers is a dream come true.

Maisey lives with her handsome, wonderful, diaper-changing husband and three small children across the street from her extremely supportive parents and the home she grew up in, in the wilds of Southern Oregon, USA. She enjoys the contrast of living in a place where you might wake up to find a bear on your back porch and then heading into the home office to write stories that take place in exotic urban locales.

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One Night to

Risk It All

Maisey Yates

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

To my family.

Because it takes a village to support me, and you all do it with remarkable ease, very little grumbling, and a lot of love.

You can never know how much I appreciate you.

Contents

CHAPTER ONE (#u4c7b9954-7f36-5007-b718-f8f294d0f59d)

CHAPTER TWO (#u88ef42bf-34e8-5f0c-8bd5-4ccb62c12d18)

CHAPTER THREE (#ue61f4dbb-6292-5438-93f2-55d56e534ca5)

CHAPTER FOUR (#uc2070c16-8793-5d22-b0c7-5b1288b6501b)

CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)

EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER ONE

RACHEL HOLT’S FOCUS was pulled to the nightstand. To the ring glittering there in the bedside table light. She lifted her left hand and looked at the finger the ring had been on only a few hours ago.

Strange to see it bare after so much time wearing it.

But it hadn’t seemed right to wear it now.

She picked it up off the nightstand and held it up, watching it sparkle, then turned over and looked at the man sleeping next to her. His arm thrown up over his head, his eyes closed, dark curls falling into his face. He was like an angel. A wonderful fallen angel who’d shown her some deliciously sinful things.

But he wasn’t the man who’d given her the ring. He wasn’t the man she was supposed to marry next month.

That was a problem.

He was so beautiful, though, it was hard to think of him as a problem. Alex, with the beautiful deep blue eyes and golden-brown skin. Alex, whom she’d met that afternoon—oh, good Lord, she’d known him less than twenty-four hours—on the docks.