Book Title: Fate Accompli
Author: MM Jaye
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 2014
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Monica
Mitchell flies all the way from Boston to Athens, Greece, not to get a tan but
a very specific job. Because besides an MBA, this twenty-four-year old has a
mission: to prove to Alex Argiros, the gorgeous Greek magnate, that she has now
grown out of the habit of flashing her underwear and looking like a zombie
flick extra … in the presence of hundreds.
The catch? She has to hide who she is. Thankfully, not
having seen him since her early teens helps, and soon she gets all she wants
and so much more. Not only does Alex not connect his highly qualified new
assistant to the disaster magnet of his distant past, but apart from his
admiration, he also offers her his heart.
Now, Monica has a new mission: to keep it forever. But
first, she has to come clean before he finds out her connection to the bane of
his existence. Because if he does, he’ll rightfully assume she plays the part
of the Trojan Horse, and then he’ll shed the sleek businessman exterior,
letting his hot-blooded Greek nature take over.
She knows he could destroy her.
She knows, yet she needs just a bit longer to savor his
searing kisses…
MM
Jaye’s mom claims that she spoke her first word at the age of six. Months. As a
kid she would record fairy tales in her own voice, play them back and then
re-record adjusting the pitch and tempo. Later, she used her voice to inspire
young adults and teach them the art of translation. But there came a time when
life took a turn for the worse, and her voice temporarily died out. That’s when
she turned to writing.
Fate Accompli is the first book in her Aegean Lovers series,
set on the Greek island where her husband proposed. MM Jaye lives in Athens,
Greece, with her husband, daughter and Kindle.
“Now take out the tart. Let’s dig our teeth into that sin of
a dough.” Jenny’s breathing was shallow.
Monica frowned.
“We can’t have a picnic on the desk when they
are in there,” she whispered. “What if they suddenly come out?”
“Trust me. These meetings never last less than three hours
and they’ve only been in there for one.”
“What about the smell? It’s quite heavy!”
“Heavier than Terzakis’ cigar? Please!
By the stink of it he must have offered one the other two. They
wouldn’t know if we boiled broccoli out here. Now bring it on,” Jenny rasped,
breathing hard with anticipation.
“Okay. I’ve got it!” Monica said in a conspiratorial tone
and knelt behind the desk. “Come down here. I’ll give you a piece and if we
hear them come out, we’ll pretend we lost one of your contacts.”
“You’re a total nerd, you know that?” Jenny crouched beside
Monica and there was more giggling. Monica felt like a naughty schoolgirl,
which was quite foreign to her. But she couldn’t let Jenny down. Not after
finding out she was expecting.
She opened the bottom drawer and took out a flat plastic
container. Just by lifting the tight lid Jenny gasped. “Ooh, it smells so
good.” Fishing out a large yellow napkin from her handbag, she handed her a
piece of tart on it. Jenny took a huge bite and immediately moaned. “Oh,
Monica, that’s orgasmic!”
Monica opened her mouth to respond, but she was cut short by
a deep masculine voice. “When you finish giving each other orgasms, can I have
the Latin America folder, please?”
Jenny froze mid-bite.
Monica whipped her head around and looked between the desk’s
legs. There were more legs. Human legs. In crisp pants. And leather shoes.
Alex’s shoes.
Oh crap!
She rose very slowly and raised her eyes until she met his.
Taking in as much air as her lungs permitted, she blurted out—what else?—the
plain truth.
“Jenny’s pregnant. And famished. I made a pie—”
“Tart!” Jenny piped in.
Monica’s eyes popped wide just as Alex’s narrowed. “Jenny
craved the … tart. I thought we shouldn’t eat the tart on the desk. So we ate
it under … it. Jenny liked the tart.” She gulped. “A lot, apparently. Hence the
… um … orgasmic comment.” There. She’d said it. She hadn’t intended it to sound
like a nursery rhyme—and did she have to use the word tart
so many times? And in the same sentence with orgasmic?
Alex’s expression was inscrutable. He looked down at Jenny
then back at Monica. “Can I have the Latin America file, please?” His tone was
exactly the same as if nothing she’d said had registered. She only wished it
were so.
Handing him a red folder this time, she felt like swallowing
again, but her throat felt as dry as parched paper.
“The meeting will be over soon. Can you make sure you have
satisfied your … tart cravings by then?” He angled a glance down at crouching
Jenny, who managed an awkward full-mouthed smile.
“Of course,” Monica replied mechanically, then inwardly
winced as she understood the double entendre of his choice of words.
Alex made a move to turn, then changed his mind and paused
facing the wall.
“And congratulations … about the baby,” he said—to the wall
apparently— then walked into his office.
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