In line for a pre-dawn flight to London to surprise her fiancé, Riley McNiven is detained by airport security, who fear her bra may be weaponized. Tired, frustrated, and loopy from pills meant to help her relax on the flight, she unwittingly makes a fool of herself. Her awkward introduction to fellow passenger Jordan Drakos is less of a meet cute than a meet mortify. Fortunately, she'll never have to see the walking, talking Greek god again.
Breaking things off with her bestselling author fiancé after witnessing his drooling captivation with nubile young fan girls leaves Riley feeling dejected and insecure. Intent on improving herself, she makes the ultimate sacrifice. She joins a gym. Committing herself to torturous workouts is hard enough, but being assigned a sexy, smoldering Greek for a personal trainer is downright brutal.
Especially when that Greek is Jordan Drakos.
Jordan's initial elation in accepting Riley as a client, fizzles when he learns his mission is to get her fit for another man, an arrogant womanizing writer who doesn't deserve her affections. After three months of workouts, scrutinizing her luscious body, Jordan's in trouble. Maintaining his professionalism and keeping his distance has never been tougher.
Struggling to remain focused on the task at hand, Riley and Jordan find their lives complicated by a friendly kiss, the potent effects of ouzo, and a cringeworthy case of mistaken identity-not to mention Riley struggling to remember she's still sort of semi-engaged.
Drakos Brothers, Book 1: Ditzy high-spirited heroine, chiseled knockout Greek hero, comical misadventures, wildly imaginative sexy roleplaying, and a total jerk fiancé, in a HEA hilarious spicy-hot screwball romantic comedy that can be read alone but is better appreciated when read in order.
