SPECIAL!! Sneak Peek of Dear Greek Billionaire by Marian Tee

I’m really excited about this! New York Times and USA Today Best Selling Author Marian Tee recently released a sneak peak for her new book titled Dear Greek Billionaire. It’s a story about Stavros Manolis and Willow Somerset. I’m not going to get into the details now, but you can read my review for the prequel to their story The Greek Billionaire and His Secretary.
Here’s a little something from Ms. Tee to us.

27-year-old Stavros Manolis urgently needed a secretary of a certain caliber, but the only one who met his standards was a troublesome young woman who flouted authority whenever she could. She grated on his nerves, but she also made his blood quicken the way no woman had, not even the one he had once loved and lost.
24-year-old Willow Somerset knew she couldn’t afford to antagonize her Greek billionaire boss, but she couldn’t help it. He was so damn perfect, and she hated it. But what she hated more was the way her body could only come alive in his arms.

Willow knew she could never have a chance with Stavros. But then she caught him looking at her – in a way a boss should never look at his secretary.

Could that be what she thought it was?

Stavros heard himself say, “I need you to make a call for me.”'

Flustered and more than a little perplexed at the command, she lifted the iPhone up. Clearing her throat, Willow asked, “Who do you want me to call, sir?”

“Cara Newton.”

Her heart stumbled to a stop. “C-Cara Newton?”

“You heard me.” His gaze was unreadable now, his beautiful face cold. “Let her know I’d appreciate her company for dinner.”

Cara Newton.

Although Willow didn’t know everyone in the fashion industry, she would have to be living under a rock to not recognize the name Stavros had given. Cara was currently the world’s favorite It Girl, thanks to her savvy ways with social media.

Was it really that Cara Newton Stavros wanted her to call?

As she searched for Cara’s name in the phone book with not-so-steady fingers, Willow wondered if this meant they were dating. And if they were---

Her heart sank as she found Cara’s name, the photo saved to it confirming her worst fears. She clicked Call and her gaze rose to meet Stavros’ as the phone began to ring.

If this was how he wanted to play it, so be it. But she wanted him to see how he was killing her.

“Hello?” Cara’s voice was easily recognizable, her Southern belle drawl made famous by a rather risqué beer commercial that had debuted in last year’s Super Bowl.

“Good morning, Ms. Newton. This is Mr. Stavros Manolis’ secretary, Willow.”

Stavros wanted to smash something the moment Willow spoke. There were no tears in her eyes, but…he knew. He goddamn knew what this was doing to her. What he was doing to her.

“Oh, hello, Willow,” Cara greeted her sweetly over the phone. “Is your boss there?”

For a moment, Willow wasn’t sure of what to say.

Cara suddenly laughed. “Oh, right. You’re new, aren’t you? Sorry, don’t panic. I know the drill.” She giggled. “And between you and me – I know you’ve signed a confidentiality agreement so I know the secret’s safe – he drills me quite good, too.”

Willow whitened at the words.

“If he has you calling me, then he’s probably busy,” Cara was saying in a reasonable voice. “He always is. I suppose I should be thankful that when he’s not too busy, I’m his number one choice for a booty call.”

Willow’s fingers tightened around the phone, the only thing she could do to relieve the pressure building inside of her. She forced the words out between bloodless lips. “I appreciate the confidence, Ms. Newton.”

“Oh my God, you’re so cute! Did I embarrass you?”

“Not at all, Ms. Newton.” She was holding the phone so tightly now she wouldn’t be surprised if she ended up breaking it apart. “Mr. Manolis was wondering if he could have the pleasure of your company for dinner tonight?”

Cara snorted. “Dinner, ha. Darling, that’s your boss’ polite way of saying he wants to fuck me. He’s never taken me out to dinner, and we’ve been having sex for months now.”

The model sighed. “But even so, he’s my unhealthy addiction.” Another sigh. “Very well, Stavros’ new secretary. Could you let him know I have work tonight so if he’s free, maybe he could come by my place lunchtime? I’ll be naked by then.”

“I will let him know, Ms. Newton.”

“You’re a sweetheart.”

When Cara hung up, Willow said tonelessly, “Ms. Newton says to please come by her place lunchtime since she has work tonight.” Before Stavros could answer, she told him flatly, “She wanted you to know she’d be naked by then if so.”

The words arrested him on the spot, and the lack of light in her eyes as she said them crucified him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.


How painful was that to read? From such a short preview, I almost cried. Seriously! And our dear author is pretty vocal about how much heartbreaking it will be in full. Well, I have no qualms about that. I just hope Stavros would experience as much pain as he’s giving Willow. *cold shoulder*

If you guys haven’t read The Greek Billionaire and His Secretary, do get it from Amazon. It’s now free. YAY! Check out other books from Ms. Tee, and do sign up for her newsletter.

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