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Mistress. It sounded so sordid, so impersonal, so far removed from the kind of relationship Marley Jameson had with Greek hotel magnate Chrysander Anetakis. What she thought she had. Until he abruptly broke things off between them and told her to leave his luxurious apartment.
Three months later, Marley awakens in the hospital, with no memory of what happened before she got there. She can't remember her past, Chrysander…or the baby she carries. All she knows is that when Chrysander sweeps her away to his private Greek island, being with him feels like home. Even though he never speaks of love, surely his protectiveness and his desire for her prove how much she means to him.
Until she remembers the truth….
Previously published as The Tycoon's Pregnant Mistress.
- Sales Rank: #2051821 in Books
- Brand: Silhouette
- Published on: 2009-01-13
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.62" h x .50" w x 4.21" l,
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 192 pages
- Great product!
About the Author
Maya Banks lives in Southeast Texas with her husband and three children. When she’s not writing, she loves to hunt and fish, bum on the beach, play poker and travel.
Escaping into the pages of a book is something she’s loved to do since she was a child. Now she crafts her own worlds and characters and enjoys spending as much time with them as possible.
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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 elevator 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.
A few days ago, she would have said she was perfectly content, but the results of today's blood tests had her shaken. Had her reflecting on the last six months with Chrysander.
She loved him wholeheartedly, but she wasn't entirely sure where she stood with him. He seemed devoted when he was with her. The sex was fantastic. But now she had a baby to think about. She needed more from the man she loved than hot sex every few weeks as his schedule permitted.
She trudged into the large master suite and started when Chrysander walked from the bathroom, just a towel wrapped around his waist.
A slow smile carved his handsome face. Every time she laid eyes on him, it was like the first time all over again. Goose bumps raced across her skin, lighting fire to her every nerveending.
"Y-you're early," she managed to get out.
"I've been waiting for you,pedhaki mou," he said huskily.
He let the towel drop, and she swallowed as her eyes tracked downward to his straining erection. He paced forward predatorily, closing rapidly in on her. His hands curved over her shoulders, and he bent to ravage her mouth.
A soft moan escaped her as her knees buckled. He was an addiction. One she could never get enough of. He had only to touch her, and she went up in flames.
His mouth traveled down her jawline to her neck, his fingers tugging impatiently at her shirt. Of their own accord, her fingers twisted in his dark hair, pulling him closer.
Hard, lean, muscled. A gleaming predator. He moved gracefully, masterfully playing her body like a finely tuned instrument.
She clutched at his neck as he lowered her to the bed.
"You have entirely too many clothes on," he murmured as he shoved her shirt up and over her head.
She knew they should stop. They needed to talk, but she'd missed him. Ached for him. And maybe a part of her wanted this moment before things changed irrevocably.
He released her bra, and she gasped when his fingers found her highly sensitized nipples. They were darker now, and she wondered if he'd notice.
"Did you miss me?"
"You know I did," she said breathlessly.
"I like to hear you say it."
"I missed you," she said, a smile curving her lips.
It shouldn't have surprised her that he made quick work of her clothing. He tossed her jeans across the room. Her bra went one way, her underwear the other. Then he was over her, on her, deep inside her.
She arched into him as he possessed her, clinging to him as he made love to her, their passion hot and aching. It was always like this. One step from desperation, their need for each other all consuming.
As he gathered her in his arms, he whispered to her in Greek. The words fell against her skin like a caress as they both reached their peaks. She snuggled into his body, content and sated.
She must have slept then, because when she opened her eyes, Chrysander was lying beside her, his arm thrown possessively over her hip. He regarded her lazily, his golden eyes burning with sated contentment.
Now was the time. She needed to broach the subject. There would never be a better occasion. Why did the thought of asking him about their relationship strike terror in her heart?
"Chrysander," she began softly.
"What is it?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. Had he heard the worry in her voice?
"I wanted to talk to you."
He stretched his big body and pulled slightly away so he could see her better. The sheet slid down to his hip and gathered there. She felt vulnerable and exposed and trembled when he slid his hand over the peak of one breast.
"What is it you want to talk about?"
"Us," she said simply.
His eyes grew wary and then became shuttered. His face locked into a mask of indifference, one that frightened her. She could feel him pulling away, mentally withdrawing from her.
A buzz sounded, startling her. Chrysander cursed under his breath and reached over to push the intercom.
"What," he demanded tersely.
"It's Roslyn. Can I come up?"
Marley stiffened at the sound of his personal assistant's voice. It was late in the evening and yet here she was, popping into the apartment she knew he shared with Marley.
"I'm very busy at the moment, Roslyn. Surely it can wait until I come into the office tomorrow."
"I'm sorry, sir, but it can't. I need your signature on a contract that's due by 7:00 a.m."
Again Chrysander swore. "Come then."
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. He strode toward the polished mahogany wardrobe and pulled out slacks and a shirt.
"Why does she show up here so often?" Marley asked quietly.
Chrysander shot her a look of surprise. "She's my assistant. It's her job to keep up with me."
"At your personal residence?"
He shook his head as he buttoned up his shirt. "I'll return in a moment, and we can have our talk."
Marley watched him go, her chest aching all the more. She was tempted to save the discussion for another night, but she had to tell him of her pregnancy, and she couldn't tell him of the baby before she knew how he felt about her. What he thought of their future. So it had to be done tonight.
As the moments grew longer, her anxiety heightened. Not wanting the disadvantage of being nude, she rose from the bed and dragged on her jeans and shirt. So much for looking composed and beautiful. She shook her head ruefully.
Finally she heard his footsteps outside the bedroom suite. He walked in with a distracted frown on his face. His gaze flickered over her, and his lips twitched.
"I much prefer you naked,pedhaki mou."
She gave a shaky smile and moved back to the bed. "Is everything all right with work?"
He waved his hand dismissively. "Nothing that shouldn't have already been taken care of. A missing signature." He stalked toward the bed, a lean, hungry glint in his eyes. As he came to a stop a foot away from where she sat, he reached for the buttons on his shirt.
"Chrysander…we must talk."
Annoyance flickered across his face, but then he gave a resigned sigh. He sank down on the bed next to her. "Then speak, Marley. What is it that's bothering you?"
His closeness nearly unhinged her. She scooted down the bed in an effort to put distance between them. "I want to know how you feel about me, how you feel about us," she began nervously. "And if we have a future."
She glanced up to check his reaction. His lips came together in a firm line as he stared back at her. "So it's come to this," he said grimly.
He stood and turned his back to her before finally rotating around to face her.
"Come to w-what? I just need to know how you feel about me. If we have a future. You never speak of us in anything but the present," she finished lamely.
He leaned in close to her and cupped her chin. "We don't have a relationship. I don't do relationships, and you know this. You're my mistress."
Why did she feel as though he'd just slapped her? Her mouth fell open against his hand, and she stared up at him with wide, shocked eyes.
"Mistress?" she croaked. Live-in lover. Girlfriend. Woman he was seeing. These were all terms she might have used. But mistress? A woman he bought? A woman he paid to have sex with?
Nausea welled in her stomach.
She pushed his hand away and stumbled up, backpedaling away from him. Confusion shone on Chrysander's face.
"Is that truly all I am to you?" she choked out, still unable to comprehend his declaration. "A m-mistress?"
He sighed impatiently. "You're distraught. Sit down and let me get you something to drink. I've had a trying week, and you are obviously unwell. It benefits neither of us to have this discussion right now."
Chrysander urged her back to the bed then strode out of the suite toward the kitchen. After a long week of laying traps for the person attempting to sell his company out from under him, the last thing he wanted was a hysterical confrontation with his mistress.
He poured a glass of Marley's favorite juice then prepared himself a liberal dose of brandy. The beginnings of a headache were already plaguing him.
He smiled when he saw Marley's shoes in the middle of the floor where she'd left them as soon as she'd come off the elevator. He followed the trail of her things to the couch where her bag was thrown haphazardly.
She was a creature of comfort. Never fussy. So this emotional outburst had caught him off guard. It was completely out of character for her. She wasn't clingy, which is why their relationship had lasted so long. Relationship? He'd just denied to her that they had one. She was his mistress.
He should have softened his response. She probably wasn't feeling well and needed tenderness from him. He winced at the idea, but she'd always been there ready to soothe him after weeks of business trips or tedious meetings. It was only fair that he offer something more than sex. Though sex with her was high on his list of priorities.
He turned to go back into the bedroom and try to make amends when the piece of paper sticking out of Marley's bag caught his eye. He stopped and frowned then set the drinks down on the coffee table.
Dread tightened his chest. It couldn't be.
He reached out to snag the papers, yanked them open as anger, hot and volatile, surged in his veins. Marley, his Marley, was the traitor within his company?
He wanted to deny it. Wanted to crumple the evidence and throw it away. But it was there, staring him in the face. The false information he'd planted just this morning in hopes of finding the person selling his secrets to his competitor had been taken by Marley. She hadn't wasted any time.
Suddenly everything became clear. His building plans had started disappearing about the time that Marley had moved in to the penthouse. She'd worked for his company, and even after he'd convinced her to quit so that her time would be his alone, she still had unimpeded access to his offices. What a fool he'd been.
Stavros's call to him hours earlier stuck in his mind like a dagger. At the time, it had only registered a mild annoyance with him, a matter he'd planned to take up with Marley when he saw her. He'd lecture her about being careless, about being safe, when in fact, it was him who wasn't safe with her. She'd gone to his office then disappeared for several hours. And now documents from his office had appeared in her purse.
The papers fisted in his hand, he stalked back to the bedroom to see Marley still sitting on the bed. She turned her tear-stained face up to him, and all he could see was how deftly she'd manipulated him.
"I want you out in thirty minutes," he said flatly.
Marley stared at him in shock. Had she heard him correctly? "I don't understand," she choked out.
"You have thirty minutes in which to collect your things before I call security to escort you out."
She shot to her feet. How could things have gone so wrong? She hadn't even told him about her pregnancy yet. "Chrysander, what's wrong? Why are you so angry with me? Is it because I reacted so badly to you calling me your mistress? It came as a great shock to me. I thought somehow I meant more to you than that."
"You now have twenty-eight minutes," he said coldly. He held up a hand with several crumpled sheets of paper in them. "How did you think you'd get away with it, Marley? Do you honestly think I would tolerate you betraying me? I have no tolerance for cheats or liars, and you, my dear, are both."
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130 of 142 people found the following review helpful.
A good example of a bad romance
By Robin
Books like Maya Banks's THE TYCOON'S PREGNANT MISTRESS are why series romances have a bad reputation. Banks may be good writer, but you can't tell it by this book. Perhaps the series format is too short for her amnesiac story line. I am not normally one of those romance readers that insist that everything be accurate, logical and make perfect sense, but my suspension of disbelief only goes so far. In this vein, I have decided to cathartically list some of the most bothersome aspects of this story. I won't be giving anything away that the book summary doesn't already highlight, so here goes.
1) The hospital releases the heroine, a rescued amnesiac kidnap victim, to a man (the hero) who lies about being her fiancé, and they don't require any proof of his relationship to her even though her abductors are at large and she's still purported to be in danger. 2) Even though she was just released from the hospital, Banks inserts a scene where the hero insists that the heroine get a medical checkup where she has an ultrasound so the doctor can confirm the health of the baby. So the hospital not only violated the laws of the state and the laws of decency by letting some stranger take her home, but they didn't see to the health of her five month old fetus before she was released? I get that this scene was probably an attempt to make this jerk seem caring, but all I could think was, "what kind of quack hospital did they take this poor woman to?" 3) The hero believes himself betrayed by the heroine and seems to genuinely hate her. But instead of simply providing for her care (and thus the care of his unborn child), he lies about them being engaged and proceeds to treat her schizophrenically with equal parts tender care and contempt. 4) His brothers treat her (the recently kidnapped, five-month-pregnant, confused, traumatized, amnesiac woman carrying their nephew) abominably. Their stories will be published soon. I can't wait to skip those. 5) The hero, while believing the heroine to be a lying, conniving, backstabbing, spying witch who slept with him to get at his corporate secrets, doesn't let his contempt stop him from having frequent sex with her even though (let me reiterate) she has been recently kidnapped, held for three months, is pregnant with his child, and is so traumatized she has almost complete amnesia. Ahh, romance!
I was set to give this book one star until I got to the part when the heroine gets her memory back. Her subsequent pain and struggle, along with the hero's guilt and contrition, were so well written it got another star out of me. But it certainly didn't make up for what came before.
32 of 33 people found the following review helpful.
Maya Bank's 1st Silhouette Desire - Great Read!
By SuzyQ
This was Maya Bank's first Silhouette Desire, and it was excellent! Anyone who has read any of her books published by Ellora's Cave or Samhain Publishing knows what a fantastic writer she is. This book is the first of a three part series she is doing about three Greek brothers - Chrysander, Theron, and Piers Anetakis. This book is Chrysander's story. It starts out with his live-in girlfriend, Marley, finding out that she is pregnant and worrying about how to tell him and what he will think. It is obvious, even from the beginning that he spends a lot of time away from her - sometimes weeks at a time - on business. When she gets home to their apartment, he is waiting for her and they make love before she attempts to talk to him. You can tell right away that he has issues because when she asks him where he thinks their relationship is going, he tells her that they don't have a relationship - she is his mistress. Naturally this devastates her, and due to a serious lack of trust on his part and some cleverly planted "evidence", she doesn't even get a chance to tell him she is pregnant because he kicks her out, thinking she has stolen ideas from his company and sold them to a competitor. After she leaves him, she is kidnapped off the street. Then the story flashes forward to three months later - Marley has just been found by the police in a rundown building having been held by kidnappers for three months - Chrysander sees the story on the news and realizes she is pregnant with his child. When he goes to get her, he finds out that due to the trauma of being kidnapped, she doesn't remember anything but her name - she doesn't remember him, how she got pregnant, anything. He tells her that they are engaged to be married and takes her home with him. On the doctor's advice, he doesn't tell her anything about her kidnapping or anything else - he lets her believe she was in a car accident and that it caused her memory loss. She starts to slowly connect the dots and realize that something is wrong in their relationship due to little things like her not having any maternity clothes that fit her in their apartment - him having houses, property, etc. that she has never visited, and the hostility she senses from his brothers when she meets them. The rest of the story is a series of twists and turns that will leave you breathless and emotionally drained but feeling very satisfied in the end. You can feel the heroine's pain when she regains her memory and remembers all the things Chrysander said to her when he kicked her out, and she believes everything he told her since her kidnapping was a lie - it is also particularly devastating when she remembers that the kidnappers kept her for 3 months waiting for Chrysander to pay a half a million dollar ransom that they requested several times and he never responded to. By the time the villain who is responsible for the whole mess gets whats coming to him or her, I was cheering and clapping. Be sure to check this one out - you won't regret it! I can hardly wait for the next installment.
26 of 26 people found the following review helpful.
Bad yet good.
By Michigangirl
This book is not that good, but there's one part that just makes you forgive the rest.
Basically the hero is using the heroine, she thinks she's a girlfriend but he's keeping her as a mistress. She winds up pregnant and before she can tell him, finds out what he thinks about her. Before that can go any further, the hero thinks the heroine stole plans from him and sold them to rival companies so he kicks her out.
Immediately as she walks out of the building, she's kidnapped. The bulk of the story takes place many months later when the heroine is found in an abandoned building. The kidnappers gave up and left her there after calling the police and saying where she was. The heroine has no memory but is visibly pregnant. Our rather dumb hero actually puts together that, hey, that must be my baby, and claims to be her fiance and takes her home with him.
Of course the hero still thinks she sold building plans from him, but it's his child. The heroine thinks they were in a relationship and going to be married. Eventually she's going to remember the truth though.
Now, there are many problems with this book. First of all, the hero is a whiny brat. After he tells the heroine what he thinks of her, he thinks about how she was sick and he should probably take care of her. He didn't want to, but since she always took care of him when HE was sick, he supposed he should return the favor.
He's also dumber than a box of rocks. The plans start going missing after the heroine quits her job..working for him..and he hires a new girl. So logically, of course it's the heroine stealing. It's just so much easier to steal the plans from the office when you have no reason to be there anymore rather than when you actually worked there and had easy access to them all. And of course the heroine is going to go visit his office while he's away on a trip, and be let in, and steal the plans, which she'll randomly throw in her purse and throw wherever she wants when she gets home.
Then there's the ransom. The hero claims to have never gotten it. Of course the kidnappers didn't know where he lived, because it was just a happy accident that they happened to kidnap the heroine from in front of his apartment building. So any ransom had to be sent to the office. I mean, it wasn't like the heroine would even tell them where he lived either.
But despite the many many problems that will have you wanting to chuck the book across the room saying that's not going to happen, when the heroine gets her memories back, that scene is wow. Everything bad about the book can be mostly forgiven just for how well that was written.
Maya Banks, if nothing else, can really make you feel all that horrible emotion that the character is going through at that time. I felt so bad for the heroine in this story and for that part alone I gave this book four stars.
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