Ann Major - The Tycoon's Pregnant Mistress / To Tame Her Tycoon Lover

The Tycoon’s Pregnant Mistress by Maya Banks

“Who are you?” she asked.

He was a dominating presence. Tall, lithe, dangerously intent as his amber eyes stared back at her. He wasn’t American.

His gaze dropped to the hand she had cupped protectively over her abdomen. “Our baby is fine,” he said. “I am Chrysander Anetakis. Your fiancé.”

She searched his face for the truth, but he looked back at her, calm, no hint of emotion.

He was someone she had been intimate with. Obviously in love with. They were engaged and she was pregnant with his child. Shouldn’t that stir something in her?

“I don’t remember,” she said, her voice cracking.

“You will,” he said, those amber eyes boring into hers.

To Tame Her Tycoon Lover by Ann Major

“You’re living a lie, Logan Claiborne, and I’m one of the few people who knows it. You’re no elegant, refined gentleman. You use your money like a shield to fend off anything that’s real…like me.”

“Do the smart thing for once. Just leave.”

“Or you’ll what?” When she licked her mouth, making her lower lip shine wetly, something that had been wound too tight for nine damn years snapped inside him, unleashing a force he would have denied with every breath in his body.

With a suddenness that startled them both, his hard arms circled her and then crushed her against him. “You shouldn’t have come back here. You shouldn’t have messed with me again.”

“So, you do want me…a little,” she whispered, her musical voice a husky taunt against his throat. “Is that why you’re so afraid of me?”

Yes, she was right. He wanted her naked and writhing underneath him again.

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Dear Reader,

The Tycoon’s Pregnant Mistress launches a trilogy about the Anetakis brothers, Chrysander, Theron and Piers. In this story we meet Marley Jameson, who is struggling to remember a past she had with the handsome and enigmatic CEO of Anetakis International, while Chrysander comes to terms with her supposed betrayal.

As much as Chrysander would like to distance himself from the mother of his unborn child, he finds himself inexorably drawn to Marley. How can he love a woman who tried to destroy him? And what happens when she remembers all that she has forgotten?

These questions form the cornerstone of this emotional story about betrayal, love and ultimate forgiveness. I hope you’ll enjoy Marley and Chrysander’s road to happily ever after!

Maya Banks

PS Be sure to look for the next THE ANETAKIS TYCOONS BOOK THIS September.

MAYA BANKShas loved romance novels from a very (very) early age and, almost from the start, she dreamed of writing them as well. In her teens, she filled countless notebooks with over-dramatic stories of love and passion. Today her stories are only slightly less dramatic, but no less romantic.

She lives in Texas with her husband and three children and wouldn’t contemplate living anywhere other than the South. When she’s not writing, she’s usually hunting, fishing or playing poker. She loves to hear from readers and she can be found online at either www.mayabanks. com or www.writemindedblog.com, or you can e-mail her at maya@mayabanks.com.

To Marty Matthews and Shara Cooper. That bar conversation at RT 2007 was the first kick in the behind to do something about my long-standing dream of writing for Desire ™. I still remember that gush-fest fondly.

To Roberta, for saying, “Let’s do it” when I outlined my career goals in the summer of 2007. Hey, we did it!

To Amy: You of all people know how much I love category and just how excited I was to be given a chance to write it. Thanks for being just as thrilled as I was.

To Dee, who I think wanted this for me as much as I did and was with me every step of the way. Thank you!

And finally to Steph, who started it all for me. Without you, I wouldn’t have written The Tycoon’s Pregnant Mistress and I wouldn’t have submitted. It was that phone call that started everything in motion. I’ll always love you for that.

Pregnant.

Despite the warmth of the summer day, an uncomfortable chill settled over Marley Jameson’s skin as she settled on the bench in the small garden just a few blocks from the apartment she shared with Chrysander Anetakis.

She shivered even as the sun’s rays found her tightly clenched fingers, the heat not yet chasing away the goose bumps. Stavros wouldn’t be happy over her brief disappearance. Neither would Chrysander when Stavros reported that she hadn’t taken proper security measures. But dragging along the imposing guard to her doctor’s appointment hadn’t been an option. Chrysander would have known of her pregnancy before she could even return home to tell him herself.

How would he react to the news? Despite the fact they’d taken precautions, she was eight weeks pregnant. The best she could surmise, it had happened when he’d returned from an extended business trip overseas. Chrysander had been insatiable. But then so had she.

A bright blush chased the chill from her cheeks as she remembered the night in question. He had made love to her countless times, murmuring to her in Greek—warm, soft words that had made her heart twist.

She checked her watch and grimaced. He was due home in a few short hours, and yet here she sat like a coward, avoiding the confrontation. She still had to change out of the faded jeans and T-shirt, clothes she wore only when he was away.

With reluctance born of uncertainty, she forced herself to her feet and began the short walk to the luxurious building that housed Chrysander’s apartment.

“You’re being silly,” she muttered under her breath as she neared the entry. If the doorman was surprised to see her on foot, he didn’t show it, though he did hasten to usher her inside.

She stepped onto the lift and smoothed a hand over her still-flat stomach. Nervousness scuttled through her chest as she rode higher. When it halted smoothly and the doors opened into the spacious foyer of the penthouse, Marley nibbled on her lip and left the elevator.

She walked into the living room, shedding her shoes as she made her way to the couch, where she tossed her bag down. Fatigue niggled at her muscles, and all she really wanted to do was lie down. But she had to determine how to broach the subject of their relationship with Chrysander.