The Secret Kept From The Greek

One Night With Consequences

Bound to the Tuscan Billionaire

Hot Brazilian Nights!

In the Brazilian’s Debt

At the Brazilian’s Command

Brazilian’s Nine Months’ Notice

Back in the Brazilian’s Bed

The Skavanga Diamonds

Diamond in the Desert

The Flaw in His Diamond

The Purest of Diamonds?

His Forbidden Diamond

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Contents

Cover (#u95a54a81-4b68-5849-8952-226165a98860)

Back Cover Text (#ud62c73d8-ce0e-507b-b7b5-9026f1764244)

Introduction (#ubba24049-283f-5181-9fb0-69fe8cb4f8cf)

Secret Heirs of Billionaires (#ue8e4684e-2e18-516e-8068-64b2087005fe)

Title Page (#u86165e71-f35f-5caa-9453-f7e567e339b0)

About the Author (#u65cd8715-fcbc-526c-939b-72c7923415f9)

Dedication (#uca9c6316-c96e-5c70-9126-0fc7a86fe530)

PROLOGUE (#u458dfe25-7c91-5f63-a056-d64c2672b0d1)

CHAPTER ONE (#uace6db0e-5e07-504f-b519-96e667a13346)

CHAPTER TWO (#u13550d8e-1a9d-5c84-ac56-968a17b9d05a)

CHAPTER THREE (#u99c0063c-100a-5ce0-9489-343712d2d5ed)

CHAPTER FOUR (#u5ad82954-ef09-5af0-b108-219b069e78ce)

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)

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

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PROLOGUE (#u10a103ea-f9ef-5b61-8ae5-b4ced8b09bdb)

Eleven years previously...

LIZZIE WAS ON FIRE. He watched her brown eyes blaze bullets at him from the well of the court. She was just eighteen, with flowing red hair and—controversially at this most subdued of gatherings—black leather trousers, a skimpy top, tattoos and a pierced lip. He would have had to be unconscious not to want the force of nature that was Lizzie Montgomery

That didn’t change the facts. This was a court of law, and he, Damon Gavros, was part of the team from Gavros Inc—an international shipping company registered in Greece—attending court in London. He was there to support his father, who was appearing as the chief prosecution witness in the case of Gavros Inc. versus Charles Montgomery, fraudster.

It was a shock seeing Lizzie again in court—though to say he regretted sleeping with her last night wouldn’t be true. Even had he known who she was then, the fire between them would almost certainly have led them down the same road and to hell with the consequences.

They’d met for the first time the previous evening, when Lizzie, obviously distressed, had been refused a drink at the bar where he’d been sitting quietly in a corner, thinking about bringing to justice the man who had tried to defraud his father out of millions. Seeing a woman distraught, yet refusing to go home, and a barman on the point of ejecting her, he’d intervened. Taking Lizzie back to his place, he’d plied her with coffee and they’d got talking.

Lizzie was her name, she’d told him. He’d had no idea she was Charles Montgomery’s daughter. She was hot, funny, and almost too happy to laugh at herself. She was looking forward to college. He was just about to leave college. One thing had led to another, and now it was too late to repair the mistake even had he wanted to.