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Family law attorney Gabriella Liakos has one true love, Elpitha Island, where she grew up and hopes someday to return. But Elpitha is in financial ruins, and Gabriella will do anything to keep it from falling into the wrong hands.
Duke Ryder is a savvy real estate investor set on making Elpitha into an exclusive resort. Unlike other investors, he’s not scared of purchasing a property where one family has roots so deep they practically reach the ocean floor…until he meets his beautiful, stubborn, and enticing tour host―the daughter of the owner of most of the island.
Gabriella sets out to dissuade Duke from purchasing Elpitha, but Duke has other ideas. He wants Gabriella and the island. Duke’s powerful seduction draws Gabriella in, but can a savvy investor who’s used to glamour and glitz, and a woman interested in preserving the culture she adores find a happily ever after together?
The RYDERS are the newest addition to the Love in Bloom series. Each book may be read as a standalone novel, or as part of the series.
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DUKE RYDER BALANCED his
cell phone against his shoulder, listening to his buddy and investment partner
Pierce Braden talk about their newest potential investment property as he
followed the rickety wooden dock onto the white sandy beach.
“The
dock just might be the most stable thing on Elpitha Island,” Pierce said. “Try to
soak in a little sand and sun while you’re there. That’s the best part of the
island.”
Duke’s
eyes were immediately drawn to the sprawling oak trees he’d read about,
standing sentinel over the forested acreage beyond. Long, thick branches spread
like languid arms draped in moss, reaching for…what? One glance told him that there wasn’t much to reach for, save
for a building that looked more like a forgotten Mediterranean villa than the
welcome center of the small Southern island. The stone and wood building had a
deep porch that spanned the entire length of the left side with stone pillars.
A wooden trellis laced with the most captivating flowering vines shaded the
area. Although the structure itself was in need of repair, it was surrounded by
perfectly manicured, ornate gardens, which contrasted sharply with overgrown
and unkempt bushes littering the far edges of the property.
“The
proximity to the mainland isn’t bad,” Duke said to Pierce. He set his suitcase
on the sand and looked back at the Atlantic. “It only took an hour fifteen to
get here.” Elpitha was the smallest of the vacation islands off of South
Carolina, and more than half of the land had been owned by the Liakos family
for centuries. It was just over eight square miles, and not many investors
wanted such a small tract of land, or to deal with families that were as
entrenched as the Liakos family was thought to be. Some families might sell
out, but they would fight tooth and nail against change, which could cause
discourse on an island this small. Duke and Pierce weren’t deterred. The
restrictive size of the property would only increase the value, making it an
exclusive vacation spot for the elite.
“With
Hilton Head and the other islands so overrun,” Pierce said, “Elpitha is ripe
for development. Although we’ll have to work around that name. Who wants to go
to an island called Elpitha? It sounds more like a disease than an island.”
Duke
squinted up at the blazing sun and loosened his tie. “I don’t know. I kind of
like it.” He noticed a plantation-style home tucked behind the trees in the
distance. “They weren’t kidding about the strange mix of Mediterranean and
Southern feel of the place. This should be interesting.” Duke knew some of the
island’s history, and though he still didn’t understand why Greeks would immigrate
to the South and try to re-create their country’s feel, it didn’t much matter.
If he and Pierce decided to purchase the land, they would bulldoze every
structure and give the island a complete Southern overhaul, making it the most
desirable resort area in the South.
“Chuck
called earlier and said Liakos’s granddaughter Gabriella is an attorney,”
Pierce explained. “He thinks they might bring her in on things. Apparently
their family keeps things tight. So if you meet her, play nice.”
The
hollow clank of a screen door hitting its frame drew Duke’s attention. A woman
stood on the porch of the old building, shading her eyes from the sun as she
looked out at the water. Her long dark hair hung halfway down her back. Duke
was too far away to see her features, but there was no missing her curvaceous
ass and full breasts, not to mention legs that seemed to go on forever beneath
her short summery dress. Duke watched with interest as he listened to Pierce
relay the most recent information from the attorneys and engineers.
The
woman glanced at her watch, then settled her hand on her hip. A voice rang out
from inside the building, and the pretty woman hurried back inside.
“I
just found proof of life,” he said to Pierce as he stepped onto the sandy path.
“I’ll call you once I’ve done some recon.”
His
black leather shoes quickly lost their shine from the dusty road as he
approached the building. Voices filtered out the open windows as he mounted the
steps. He glanced through the screen door, spotting the brunette he’d just
seen. She was facing away from him, speaking heatedly in Greek, hands flailing
as her exasperated voice pitched higher.
A
thick-waisted man with salt-and-pepper hair sat at a table near the counter,
amusement shining in his dark eyes as the brunette ranted to an older woman,
and then the man said something Duke couldn’t hear.
“Ugh! Baba!” The younger woman threw her
hands up in the air and flew out the screen door, nearly smacking Duke in the
face.
He
stumbled backward, giving the angry woman a wide breadth as she paced the front
porch. She mumbled something in Greek and then crossed her arms, raised her
shoulders, and dropped them quickly with a loud harrumph. Duke couldn’t help but drink in the flush on her smooth,
sun-kissed cheeks. Her nose was small and straight, and her almond-shaped,
dark—and currently angry—eyes were shadowed by lashes so long they brushed her
cheeks.
Having
grown up with a younger sister, Duke bided his time in announcing his presence,
not wanting to take the brunt of her reaction to whatever the man had said to
upset her.
She
inhaled a deep breath, her breasts rising and pressing against the sheer
fabric, then falling as she exhaled loudly. Her shoulders lowered, and the
tightness around her mouth softened. She turned a full-lipped, mind-numbing
smile to Duke, as if she hadn’t just come out in a firestorm.
“My
father believes that no matter what he says, I hear something else.” She tilted
her head to the side in a thoughtful pose, and in the space of a second her
eyes filled with rebellion, making her even sexier. “Hearing and agreeing are
two different things.”
Duke
wondered what her father had just said that got her panties in a bunch. Christ. Now he was thinking about her
panties.
“I’m
Gabriella Liakos. Welcome to Elpitha Island.”
The granddaughter? Playing nice would not be a problem with this
feisty beauty. Duke shook her hand, holding it a beat longer than he probably
should, still mesmerized by the whirlwind of energy radiating from her. “Duke
Ryder. It’s nice to meet you. I didn’t mean to intrude.”
“No
one intrudes on Elpitha,” she said sweetly.
Duke
shifted his eyes to the screen door, and she laughed softly. It was the rare
type of laugh that floated like the wind and wasn’t easily forgotten.
“We’re
Greek,” she said with a shrug, as if that explained it all.
He
arched a brow.
“When
you combine a Greek father and a Southern mother, who learned all the best Greek ways, that’s what you
get. Food, yelling, guilt, more food. Sweet love. Crazy love. More food. That’s
who we are.” She dragged her gorgeous eyes down his suit to his shoes and put
one hand on her hip as she had earlier, tapping her lips with the other.
Duke
wouldn’t mind getting his mouth on those succulent lips for some crazy love.
“You’re
the investor, checking out our island so you can line your pockets, right?”
He
couldn’t tell if the look in her eyes was teasing or serious, but her sharp
tongue piqued his interest even more. Duke respected confidence, and even
though it wasn’t the greeting he’d hoped for, he liked knowing that Gabriella
wasn’t a pushover.
“Something
like that,” he answered casually.
As
a real estate investor, Duke knew his clients were vulnerable and, more often
than not, taking a deal they didn’t really care for because, by the time he
swooped in to save the day, they had gotten a strong dose of what failure
tasted like. A hard pill to swallow. Which was why Duke didn’t flinch as
Gabriella measured everything about him, from his appearance to his answers.
While other investors were cold as sharks, Duke had never quite mastered making
ice flow through his veins. But he always got the job done.
Her
eyes flicked toward the water, where another boat was nearing the dock. Her
smiled turned genuine at the sight of a handful of children waving from the
boat. She waved both arms over her head and yelled something in Greek, then
settled her hands on her hips as she watched the children file from the boat.
“It
was nice to meet you, Gabriella,” Duke said, hoping he’d see her later. The
island had a population of just over two hundred and fifty people, so he
imagined it would be hard not to see the same people throughout his stay. “I’ll
just step inside and see about my room and a tour.”
“Lucky
you,” she said, turning a steady gaze back to him, “I’m your tour host.” She
didn’t wait for him to reply as she opened the screen door and hollered
something in Greek to the people inside. Over her shoulder, she said to Duke,
“Give me a sec to get your keys and the cart, and I’ll show you around and drop
you at your place.”
It
took a moment for him to remember that they drove golf carts or used bicycles
on the island and that cars were prohibited.
She
hurried inside and headed directly to her Baba,
which Duke now knew meant he was her father, and said something that made the
man laugh. She leaned in to kiss and hug her father, and her dress crept up,
exposing the backs of her thighs and hugging her ass. He tried to ignore the
stroke of awareness racing through him. She walked around the counter and
grabbed a set of keys from a hook, then draped an arm around the shoulders of
the woman with whom she was speaking earlier.
“Mama,”
Gabriella said to the woman. Her mother’s hair was a shade lighter than hers.
“Talk some sense into him, will you, please?” She whispered something, then
kissed her, too.
The
woman wiped her hands on an apron and smiled at Duke, catching him observing
them. “Welcome to our island, Mr. Ryder. I’m Peggy Ann, and this is my husband,
Niko.”
Her
warm Southern drawl took Duke by surprise after hearing her speak fluent Greek,
and he realized it shouldn’t have. They were in the South, after all.
He
stepped inside. “It’s a pleasure to be here, and to meet you both.”
Gabriella’s
father nodded. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Ryder.”
“I’ll
meet you out front,” Gabriella said as she grabbed a large basket from the
counter, then disappeared through a door in the back of the room.
As
he stepped onto the porch, Duke had a feeling Pierce was wrong about the sand
and sun being the best part of the island. Those things had nothing on the
intriguing woman who’d just slipped out the back door.
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About the Author
Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes contemporary romance, new adult, contemporary women’s fiction, suspense, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Her books have been recommended by USA Today’s book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary Café and Fostering Success.When she’s not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success. Melissa has been published in Calgary’s Child Magazine, the Huffington Post, and Women Business Owners magazine. Melissa hosts an Aspiring Authors contest for children and has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Melissa lives in Maryland with her family. Visit Melissa on social media. Melissa enjoys discussing her books with book clubs and reader groups, and welcomes an invitation to your event.
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