Now, I'm going to answer the most frequently asked questions.
WHEN IS GREEK 5 COMING OUT THEN?
I made an announcement about this on my Facebook page. Today - rather, tonight - you will receive a NEWSLETTER. This will be about THE GREEK BILLIONAIRE AND I. It's a spin-off standalone no-cliffhanger story about Velvet (Mairi's friend) and her Greek billionaire. I LOVED writing this story. I don't know why but I really loved writing it.
THE NEXT NEWSLETTER will be about Greek 5. If you get this newsletter, it means the book is LIVE.
NO RELEASE DATE. You didn't think I'd make the same mistake again, did you? I'm still honestly not done beating myself after disappointing so many of you with the delayed release of Greek 5. I don't think I'll survive another mess of that kind if it happened again. And I know, I'M TO BLAME. I know that. I'm sorry.
WHEN are BURN and CLICK (Helios and MJ's story) COMING OUT?
After Greek 5. They will be released simultaneously. You will receive a newsletter notifying you the moment they're live. It's SOON.
13:15 How about going for a movie tomorrow night?
13:16 Thomas, you’re a good guy, so I’m going to tell you the truth once and for all.
13:17 What is it?
13:18 I’m a lesbian. I want your d*ck – but not for the reasons you’re hoping for.
When curvy 24-yar-old schoolteacher Velvet Lambert speaks with the Greek billionaire the first time, she knows right away she’s out of her league. She does her snarky best to resist, but in the end she still finds herself saying ‘yes’ to a marriage of convenience, pretending she isn’t head over heels with him, and trying not to lose hope even if she knows Mykolas only sees her as a prized possession.
An Excerpt of The Greek Billionaire and I
“Are you done yet?” Mykolas murmured the question two days later over the phone while reading a draft for a shipping contract his secretary had given to him. He was at his Athens office, working overtime, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had enjoyed himself this much. And it was all, surprisingly enough, because of Velvet.
“Nope,” Velvet answered as she tallied the correct answers and wrote the student’s final score on the top margin of the answer sheet. She was alone in her bedroom – and probably also the only one right now inside the dorm. It was a Saturday after all, and most teachers generally took advantage of the weekend to leave the island and have fun elsewhere.
But here she was, happily checking her students’ tests. She had even turned down Mandy’s invitation to go out, and it was all because of him. “What about you?”
“In an hour, I’ll be finished with the draft and have to meet a business associate over dinner.” They had been talking for over an hour now, a record for him. Mykolas kept waiting to be bored but instead, he had only found himself more and more intrigued. Maybe it was because most of the women he had dated were too self-absorbed, and as such almost everything they had to say was about them.
But Velvet was different. Getting her to talk about herself was like pulling a tooth, but by now, he had talked to her long and often enough to figure things out. And so he asked in a deceptively casual voice, “Why did you choose to become a schoolteacher?”
She answered absently, “Because I wanted to give hope…” Velvet caught herself in time and scowled at her phone. “Ha-ha. Very funny.”
“There’s nothing wrong about me getting to know you better,” he responded even as he mulled her words over. Whenever Velvet lost herself in her work, she was prone to slip and reveal things about herself. And so now he knew she wanted to be a teacher because she wanted to give hope. Was this because her parents were the same – or the opposite? It usually was one or the other.
“There’s no need to get to know me better because we are not meeting, period.”
“You know it’s inevitable that we meet, agape mou. The chemistry between us is too hot and too rare to ignore.”
“You and I,” she said sweetly, “we’re like negative and positive forces. Ne’er shall the two meet.”
“Two words, my soon-to-be-lover: opposites attract.”
Velvet…grinned. She couldn’t help it. Practically every man who had tried to hit on her only had lame comebacks to give whenever she rebuffed them. But Mykolas was…different.
“I can feel you smiling, Velvet. My brain is a turn on, ne? You will find my body even more so, I promise you. And when I fuck you, I will fuck you so good you will wonder why you postponed our meeting for so long.”
“You are so full of it.” She wanted to sound haughty, but all she managed was to sound like she was running out of oxygen. Damn. “From my experience, men who talk big are just that. All talk.”
“How many times must I tell you, lovely Velvet? I am not like most men. I am Mykolas Sallis, and on the first day we fuck, I promise you. You will love my cock.”
Daaaamn. Why was his arrogance such a turn on? “I bet you have a small one.”
“Sometimes, women do wish it’s smaller.”
She rolled her eyes. “You are just really so full of it…”
He said it so simply she couldn’t help but challenge him, “How long is it?”
Mykolas shrugged even though Velvet couldn’t see him. “I’ve never tried to measure it.”
An imp inside her made Velvet say naughtily, “Then do it now.”
“No, really. I want to know. Measure it. Now.”
“And what would be my reward if I do?”
She thought about it. “I’ll say something dirty.”
Mykolas had answered so swiftly it made Velvet laugh. She listened to him rummaging, probably going through his drawers.
“I never thought I’d do something like this, agape mou,” Mykolas admitted with a grimace as he finally found a ruler.
She asked curiously, “Would you be able to, umm, measure it if…”
“I don’t have a hard-on?”
Velvet coughed. “Yeah, that.”
He unzipped himself. “Do not worry about that. I’m always hard when talking to you.”