Novel & Cerita Romance Novels Set In Greece

I sigh. “Leaning forward, Max placed his hands on the railing on either side of me, caging me in. “When Clarice is a lot settled we'll both travel to Greece , I own a private beach house with a view more exotic than this with the view of the beach"he said with his mouth hot beneath my ears.

The echoes of their conversation lingered in the air, foretelling a tale of love and defiance yet to unfold in the heart of Athens. In the quiet corners of the Athenian palace, away from prying eyes and the stringent norms that governed their lives, a clandestine affair blossomed between Maximus and Princess Callista. Their secret encounters, shrouded in the dim glow of flickering candles, became a haven where societal constraints held no sway.

They finally landed and when they came out, Adams asked her to guess where they were she looked to see if she could find any sign of where she might be then she finally gave up as she couldn't find any Adams said " You're in Greece babe" " Greece? Adams really?" she'd heard a lot about Greece of all its islands and Olympic shows and its ancient history, she squealed with delight as she couldn't wait to explore this country most importantly with Adams by her side. The car took them to the hotel in which they would be lodging. They were in the town of Santorini and she'd heard a lot of good about the place. They got settled in and Topaz ran to the terrace when they got into their private suite

I gaped. “Aero, where are we?” He awarded me a grin before lowering his head to whisper on my ear: “Welcome to my estate in Greece, my queen.” The desire in his eyes was still the same and with no snow moon in my world to actually affect him, I realized this desire was his alone. Pure and true towards me. And my core moistened even more because of this. *** Author's Note: Feel free to swim in that moistness, my king. XD

as he wasn’t Greek. After writing Nik a lengthy letter about what had been happening, including the brewing romance between Robert and Kayla, the relationship which seemed that it would never be official, I crawled into bed with a Greek book in the hope of sharpening up my shocking Greek skills. I must have been bored to sleep by the book – one moment I was trying to decipher the Greek text and the next I was sitting propped against a stone wall in the Dreamscape. “Good evening, my sweet.” The voice sent a chill down my spine, although I couldn’t see who it belonged to.

“I didn’t know you were here” she said to Greece as she lowered herself beside me, “why? Are you here to cry wolf?” “Shouldn’t you be more worried about yourself than me?” Greece corked an eyebrow, “you look like you tasted death and still survived” “Well, Dominic loves me too much to hurt me” her lips curled into a mocking smirk, “Is he already making you regret marrying him?” “I don’t think that’s any of your business” Greece snapped at her, “you should mind your business and focus on your pregnancy”

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Eight: Honeymoon in Greece The gentle breeze carried the scent of salt and flowers as Sofia stepped onto the villa's balcony overlooking the Aegean Sea. The crystal-clear water sparkled under the midday sun, stretching endlessly beyond the horizon. Below, white-washed buildings with blue-domed roofs clung to the cliffs of Santorini, their vibrant colors glowing in the sunlight. It was a paradise unlike any Sofia had ever seen. Aaron wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chest warm against her back. He pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine.

“I just want you to know that I…” He cut himself off, turned his head, and smirked faintly. “We’re a mess.” “Yeah.” “A dangerous mess.” “Yeah.” “A running mess.” “You forgot sexy,” I added. Rafa laughed softly, and he looked beautiful like that. I wanted to see him smile forever. The bus moved forward, and we stayed pressed together, not speaking. (Greece) The house we rented in Greece had a balcony that seemed to hang right over the ocean. The air smelled like wet sand and oranges.

Casey had not stopped thinking about Ava. Even though he was on his romantic honeymoon in Greece. The skies and the beach were blue and he had Klaire with him, his wife. The wife he reluctantly married and wanted nothing more than to get rid of. The wife he was using to hold up his foolish image just to avoid embarrassment.

Sienna My meeting with Dante did not go as expected; for one, he’s adamant that he knows nothing when I can tell he’s lying. There’s something he’s not telling me, but I’ll have all the time to figure it out when we arrive in Greece. I didn’t want to pull Christian into this even more; Marla will surely call off our deals with the Greek Cartels after this. Not only that, but Christian wants to marry me… I don’t actually know how to deal with that.