Best-selling romance author Maisy Yates offers us a sassy perspective from the heroine of her new book, "One Night to Risk it All," who finds herself whisked away to Cannes by a sexy Greek while carrying another man's baby.
It’s hard to argue with a Greek billionaire. Which is why I’m here in Cannes, avoiding the champagne, thank you very much, as I’m gestating a human being. Which is not exactly where I thought I’d be in my life right now. Things like this don’t happen to Jane Cooper. I’ve been called Plain Jane (very original) for most of my life for a reason.
Plain Jane finds herself dateless on prom night. She finds herself waiting tables instead of using her scholarship for a university across the country so that she can stay close to home and care for her mother while she’s sick. Plain Jane does not find herself caught in some weird cross fire between two billionaire brothers.
But you know…life surprises us.
It was shocking enough, getting into this arrangement with Nikos Christakis, but then his older brother, Theo, showed up at Nikos’s mansion and demanded I accompany him to Cannes (something about an emergency).
Well, that wasn’t strictly the case. He tricked me.
Turns out he thinks I’m a gold digger, which would be funny if it weren’t so close to the truth. I mean, considering where I’m at in life, it’s a tough one to dispute.
Pregnant with his brother’s baby, holed up in a luxury house on his private island. And all for a chance to improve my circumstances. I can’t really argue with Theo’s accusations. But Nikos is aware of what I want, and more than that he was the one who proposed the arrangement, so it’s not like I’m evil.
Though it’s clear Theo thinks I might be. Every time we get close he moves away like he might get burned.
The scary thing is, when he’s close, I feel like I might get burned. He makes me feel warm, from the inside out. Like everything in me is melting. It’s disturbing to say the least. As if the early stages of pregnancy aren’t making my body weird enough, I have to negotiate whatever it is that happens to me when Theo gets close.
Last night, he almost kissed me. He was looking at me like I was the vilest thing to have ever crawled into his hallowed home, and then suddenly it all changed. The spark that was burning there, with hatred and distrust, caught fire and it burned out of control. Into something else entirely.
No man has ever looked at me like that before, and I can honestly say that, even though I shouldn’t have wanted to lean in and press my lips to his more than anything in the world.
But it didn’t happen. He came back to his senses, which was for the best because I was lost completely. He turned away from me, swearing, cursing his own name and mine. And he told me he could never touch me, because I belonged to Nikos. I belonged to his brother and was carrying his child.
I wonder if things would change if he knew the truth. If he knew that I really was doing this for the money. That Nikos has never touched me. That I’m pregnant because of a medical procedure, not because of passion. That I’m a surrogate, and not a mistress.
He would either turn away from me forever…or he would give in to everything burning between us.
And I honestly don’t know which one frightens me more.
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