The Innocent's Surrender

Natasha realized that the brightly lit entrance she was being hustled through was completely unfamiliar to her.

?What is this?? she demanded huskily. ?Where am I? Tell me at once.?

Silent, impassive, the men halted in front of a pair of double doors and knocked. The doors opened noiselessly.

They didn?t push her in. It wasn?t quite as crude as that. But somehow she was stepping forward, and they were moving backward, and the doors were closing again behind her. Leaving her standing there, alone.

Except that she was not alone.

It was a very big room, but all Natasha noticed was the bed, lit on either side by tall lamps, like a stage set. Illumining, she realized dazedly, the man who was sitting in that bed, leaning back against a mound of snowy pillows, naked down to the sheet discreetly draped across his hips, and probably beyond, as he worked on the laptop computer open in front of him.

He unhurriedly completed whatever task he was engaged in, then Alex Mandrakis closed the lid, put the laptop on the adjacent table and looked at her.

?Ah,? he said softly. ?The beauty I was promised, here at last.?

Dear Reader,

Welcome to the March 2010 collection of fabulous Presents stories for you to unwind with.

Don?t miss the last installment from bestselling author Lynne Graham?s PREGNANT BRIDES trilogy,
Greek Tycoon, Inexperienced Mistress
. When ordinary Lindy goes from mistress to pregnant, shipping tycoon Atreus Drakos will have no choice but to make her his bride!

We have another sizzling installment in the SELF-MADE MILLIONAIRES miniseries. Author Sarah Morgan brings us
Bought: Destitute yet Defiant
, where unashamedly sexy Sicilian Silvio Brianza has plans for the disobedient Jessie!

Why not relax with a powerful story of seduction, blackmail and glamour in Sara Craven?s
The Innocent?s Surrender
, and go from humble housekeeper to mistress for a month in Trish Morey?s
His Mistress for a Million
.

Cassie?s life changes altogether when her new boss turns out to be none other than the notorious Alessandro Marchese, the father to her twins, in
Marchese?s Forgotten Bride
by Michelle Reid. And when Eva finds herself married to the notorious Sheikh Karim, she discovers that her husband is having a startling effect on her in Kim Lawrence?s
The Sheikh?s Impatient Virgin
.

Don?t forget to look out for more tantalizing installments of our new miniseries during the year, kicking off with DARK-HEARTED DESERT MEN in April! The glamour, the excitement, the intensity just keep on getting better.

Sara Craven

THE INNOCENT?S SURRENDER

All about the author?
Sara Craven

SARA CRAVEN
was born in South Devon and grew up in a house full of books. She worked as a local journalist, covering everything from flower shows to murders, and started writing for Mills and Boon in 1975. When not writing, she enjoys films, music, theater, cooking and eating in good restaurants. She now lives near her family in Warwickshire. Sara has appeared as a contestant on the former Channel Four game show
Fifteen to One
, and in 1997 was the U.K. television
Mastermind
champion. In 2005 she was a member of the Romantic Novelists? team on
University Challenge: the Professionals
.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

?SO,? N ATASHA K IRBY said, glancing round the lamplit table, her gaze steady, her voice cool and even. ?Is someone going to tell me what?s going on? What I?m doing here? Or do I have to guess??

There was an awkward silence, then Andonis leaned forward, his smile cajoling. ?Why, sister, it is only that it has been some time?too long?since you paid us a visit.
Po, po, po
, does there have to be a problem before we invite you here, for a little family party??

?No,? Natasha agreed levelly. ?But I usually come in the spring and early autumn in order to see your mother. Invitations at other times are rarely so last-minute?or so pressing,? she added drily. ?And if this is a party, I certainly don?t see many signs of celebration.?

On the contrary, she thought, the atmosphere at the house was more reminiscent of a wake. Her antennae had picked up on it as soon as she?d arrived. Although it was hardly surprising in view of recent events.

And while the meal itself had been splendid?her favourite lamb dish, she?d noted cynically, oven-baked with tomatoes, garlic and oregano until it melted off the bone?the conversation round the dinner table had been strained, almost muted.

Even Irini, the youngest of the late Basilis Papadimos?s three children, had been quieter than usual, as if she was deliberately reining back her normal overt hostility to her English foster sister. Which should, Natasha recognised, have been a relief. Yet, somehow, wasn?t?

There was another uncomfortable pause, while she watched Andonis look at his older brother, his shoulder lifting in a shrug that was almost resigned.

And Natasha sat back in her chair, sighing under her breath, as she thought,
Oh God, there?s trouble. I knew it
.

The problem was she did know. Because she knew them all?much too well. And had done since her childhood, she thought wryly.

Since the moment, in fact, when Basilis, that great, loud bear of a man who?d been her father?s friend, had swooped down in those bleak, traumatic days after Stephen Kirby?s sudden death and carried her off to his palatial home outside Athens, ignoring all the protests from the child-support agencies in London.

?I am her godfather,? he had rumbled, his eyes fierce under the heavy eyebrows, daring anyone to oppose him. ?And, to a Greek, that bestows a lifetime of responsibility. Stephanos knew this, always. Knew I would happily accept his daughter as my own. There is no more to be said.?

And when the millionaire owner of the Arianna shipping line spoke with such finality, it was generally better to obey.

She had been welcomed gently by Madame Papadimos, who told her that she must call her Thia Theodosia, then smoothed her soft fair hair with caressing fingers, and gave her a handkerchief scented with sandalwood when the inevitable, bewildered tears began to rain down her white face.

The sons of the house, Stavros and Andonis, greeted her more exuberantly, clearly seeing in her another female victim, alongside their younger sister, Irini, for their teasing and practical jokes.

But being a joint target had not created any kind of bond between Natasha and the Greek girl, only two years older than herself. From the start, Irini had never exhibited even an atom of the
philoxenia
?the love of strangers?that was the heart of Greek hospitality. On the contrary?

Even though she was grieving, Natasha had soon realised that Irini had resented her from the first step she?d taken over the Papadimoses? family threshold, and that little had happened since to change that in any way. That to the other girl she would always be the outsider?the interloper that her father had imposed upon them.

And sadly the attitude of Basilis himself had not helped the situation. Young as she was, Natasha became uncomfortably aware that Irini?s life was already one long, painful contest for her father?s attention. A contest that she seemed not to be winning.

Because where his only daughter was concerned, Basilis was kind enough but invariably remote in a way he never was with the boys. Or, Natasha had to admit, with herself, whom he treated with wholehearted affection.

And whether Irini behaved like an angel, or turned into a whining, spiteful, needy devil, as she could do at the drop of a hat, it made no noticeable difference. So, without any real incentive to be good, she usually chose the other option, with nerve-shattering results.

?And to think her name means peace,? Stavros had commented sourly one day, after a particularly spectacular row with screaming and door-slamming. ?She should have been named Hecate of the Three Heads, because she whines like a dog, bites like a snake and looks like a horse.?

He?d been punished for his unkindness, but Natasha knew that he and Andonis had still used the name on the quiet to torment their sister.

And for all she knew, they might be doing so to this day, which could be why the other girl?s mouth had thinned into a line of ill-natured grievance, and her dark eyes snapped at the world with undisguised suspicion.

As she?d got older and more perceptive, Natasha had often wondered why Thia Theodosia, who must have realised the reason for Irini?s tears, tantrums and sheer bad temper, didn?t intervene?point out to her husband the damaging disparities in his treatment of his children.

But perhaps it was because Madame Papadimos had her own personal battle to fight. She had always seemed frail, a shadow to her husband?s larger-than-life vibrancy, but now, since Basilis had died suddenly of a heart attack two years ago, she seemed to be slowly but deliberately fading out of the family picture, apparently content to live quietly in her own wing of the villa with Hara, her devoted nurse-companion, in close attendance.

Nor had she joined tonight?s dinner party, which Natasha felt was a bad sign in more ways than one, as neither Stavros nor Andonis ever willingly discussed business matters in front of their mother. If this had been a purely social occasion, she would have been there.

Their wives, of course, were a different matter. Both Maria and Christina Papadimos were present?and both clearly on edge, their smiles too forced, their bursts of laughter far too shrill.

I suppose, Natasha thought, sighing inwardly, it?s up to me to get the ball rolling, or we?ll be here all night and tomorrow, too, and I need to get back to London, and my real life.

She looked round the table. ?So, let?s drop the social niceties and have the truth?shall we? I presume that I?ve been summoned to discuss the recent well-publicised problems of the Arianna line.?

?There is nothing to discuss.? Irini might not have said much so far, but the familiar basilisk glare was suddenly back in full working order. ?Decisions have already been made. You are only expected to agree. To sign where you are bidden. No more than that.?

Natasha bit her lip. This, she knew, had always been a bone of contention?that Basilis had decreed in his will that she, the foster child, should have a place on the Papadimos board, with full voting rights and the same level of salary as the rest of the family.

She had waived the salary, and rarely attended any of the board meetings, but, in view of the stories that had been appearing in the newspapers over the past months, she realised ruefully that this might have been a big mistake.

Because the Arianna line had been stalked by disaster of late. The
Arianna Queen
had suffered a serious outbreak of food poisoning, affecting almost two thirds of her passengers. The
Princess
had been detained at Malta when the crew had gone on strike in a dispute over late payment of their wages, and two of the smaller boats had experienced engine faults, resulting in their cruises being curtailed. And the
Empress
, their new flagship, had been deluged with complaints after the maiden voyage, about poor workmanship in the staterooms and bathrooms that didn?t work properly.

And that, she thought, was only the passenger line. The cargo vessels that comprised the Leander fleet had experienced problems, too, with an oil tanker running aground and the inevitable spillage, and a fire on board another ship.

Natasha had read all these horror stories, appalled, knowing that none of these things would have happened when Basilis was alive and in charge, because he was a man with a nose for trouble.

In fact, just before his heart attack, he had been talking about instituting a mass refit on the whole fleet of cruise ships, particularly the galleys, which were showing their age, and the engine rooms.

She could only assume that after his death, in an act of blatant unwisdom, these eminently sensible?indeed necessary?plans had gone quietly into abeyance. Certainly she?d never been consulted about any cancellation or postponement to the modernisation of the Arianna line, or she?d have fought tooth and nail for Basilis?s wishes to be adhered to.

It was the only course of action that made economic sense. How could the brothers not have seen it?

Not that Stavros and Andonis often listened to advice, especially from women. And in this, she was forced to admit, they resembled their father, who took the unenlightened view that the female of the species was of more use in the bedroom than the boardroom. And who had shocked Natasha rigid on her eighteenth birthday by summoning her to his study to outline his plans for her own forthcoming marriage.