AEGEAN LOVERS – BOOK ONE
CLEAN & SPICY VERSIONS
When Fate plays a dangerous game, will Love win it all?
Fate Accompli is a pun with the French expression “fait accompli” which means something that is over and done; a done deal. I substituted the French word “fait” (thing) with “Fate” as English-speaking people pronounce it the same.
Right before publishing, I had qualms about whether readers will understand the pun, and I asked two dozen author friends who all encouraged me to keep it. They said it was original, people would remember it, and as it hasn’t really been used before, it will help with Google ranking. So here you go.
When my protagonists fail to see past their shortcomings to find their HEA, Fate intervenes. Monica and Alex ending together is a Fate Accompli.
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 castoff … 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 magnate 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 little longer to savor his searing kisses…
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MM Jaye’s mother claims that she spoke her first word at the age of six. Months. As a kid she would record fairytales 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.
Amazon Author Page: http://www. amazon.com/author/mmjaye
Alex strode toward the desk, his eyes holding the same look he had used on her the entire day—hard, piercing and ultimately inscrutable. A look that incited fear but also a thrilling sense of anticipation.
Like waiting for a volcano to erupt but, for some perverse reason, looking forward to being engulfed in its hot lava.
Monica’s pulse quickened even more when she saw him skirt the desk and rest one hip on its edge just inches from her. He placed one palm flat on its surface and leaned on it. Although his posture was relaxed, his face showed no sign of yielding.
He was close. So close that she could make out the individual dark hairs on the forearm he was leaning on and see the tiny mole right under his lower lip obscured by his evening stubble.
Realizing her eyes were roaming, she shot her glance to his eyes. “I assume that the meeting ended well?” she asked, aware that she sounded out of breath.
Alex took his time before answering, which made her heart pound in her throat. “Far from it,” he finally said, making her eyes widen with worry. But just like that his features softened. “Enough progress was made, though, to hope that it will only take one more round.”
As she sighed in relief, she saw a suspicion of a smile tugging the corners of his mouth, then it expanded to his eyes, turning them into warm jet-black pools. “I might commission another one of your pie-tarts to make sure that goes well, too,” he said softly.
Monica made the motion of tucking an invisible strand behind her ear although her ponytail was firmly bound. “About the pie—” she started with the intention of apologizing, but Alex cut her short.
“Yes, about the pie. Is there any left? It seems I am the only one who hasn’t made a comment.” His voice was low and soft. “I just want to determine—” he paused and dipped his gaze, leaning closer as if he was about to impart a secret, “—is it divine or orgasmic?”