Alexander
Demitrius is the reigning prince of a once influential Mediterranean island
paradise. Warring rebels, headed by Fernando, have torn the prince's world
apart. Alex is strong-willed, a powerful and charismatic leader with no
intentions of allowing rebels to usurp his rule. He dreams of a unified island
and being taken seriously by the world. When he meets what appears to be a
guileless female tourist—the intrepid Melissa—his thoughts of warring are
interrupted by dreams of her seduction. Alex is no stranger to the game of love,
but meets his match in this evasive young woman.
When a
serious illness almost takes her life, Prince Alexander must decide which is
more important: love or war.
Read An Excerpt
She didn’t know why she’d come tonight, it
was much too dangerous now. Her shoulder hadn’t even finished healing. If Alex
were to hold her a bit too tight, he’d probably hurt her and she’d be doing
some creative thinking. He’d probably want to know what happened to her after
the attack that day though, and so far, she hadn’t come up with a suitable lie.
She hoped he’d simply be happy to see her
alive and well. All she knew was that every fiber of her being wanted, no needed
to be with Alex.
Wordlessly he came to stand before her. His
eyes seemed to burn into her very soul, much like they had before. His fingers
sent delicious shivers up and down her arms before pausing to rest lightly on
the curve of her hips. Lissa’s eyelashes fluttered closed with his first gentle
kiss.
“I missed you,” she breathed.
“You missed me so much you had to stay
away?”
He spoke the words so gently that Melissa
almost missed the sarcasm. “No, of course not. I wanted to come.” Her arms
crept up his chest and around his neck. She kissed his throat. “I tried but I
just couldn’t get here. But I’m here now.”
“Yes,” he murmured against her hair. “You
are. And you’re under arrest, Lissa.”
Melissa’s eyes flew open and she attempted
a step backward. Alex’s firm grip on her hips tightened. “That’s not very
funny, Alex. ‘I’ve missed you, too’ would be a little more appropriate, don’t
you think?”
“It would be if I had been worried about
you, and didn’t know where you’ve been these last few days, but you see Lissa,
I know exactly where you’ve been.”
“That again? You don’t know anything about
me. Let me go… let me go!” With both palms, she pushed against his chest,
sending Alex a step backward and breaking his hold on her. “You’re insane. I’m
getting out of here.”
Two armed soldiers moved out of nowhere and
into position behind her, effectively blocking her exit. Melissa whirled around
to face Alex, panic mounting. “What do you think you’re doing? Alex, you’re
making a big…”
Her words were silenced at the lethal
calmness in Alex’s eyes, and for the first time, she felt fear. It prickled
down her spine making her nerves tense. A cold knot congealed in the pit of her
stomach.
He knew! She didn’t know how he knew, but
he knew. When did he figure it out? Then it hit her with an intensity that
knocked the wind out of her chest. He knew at the taverna, when he questioned
her. At the lake when they had come so close to making love, he knew. She
swallowed hard and bit back the tears, refusing to let Alex see her pain.
“Take her away.”
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