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Greek God
By C F White

Flying into Love, Book 7

Can a Greek God make Jesse believe in love again?

Jesse’s heartache is as vast as the Aegean Sea when his mother’s sudden passing lures him back to the Greek island he swore never to return to. With bitterness festering over his mother’s abandonment, Jesse’s unprepared for the emotional maelstrom awaiting him.

Demetrios still carries the scars of a teenage love affair that once set his small-island life ablaze. Bound to Naxos by duty and drowning his sorrow in fleeting dalliances with tourists, he’s blindsided when Jesse, his stepbrother, returns for his mother’s funeral.

Jesse grapples with the pain of his mother’s choices and Demetrios struggles with the weight of familial expectations. But their undeniable chemistry reignites, challenging them to confront what happened before their romance crashed and burned.

Is it too late for Jesse and Demetrios to embrace what they long denied themselves? Or will fear of heartbreak keep them anchored in their past?

Greek God (Flying into Love #7) is a stepbrothers-to-lovers, hurt/comfort, second chance standalone romance in the steamy MM Flying into Love series, featuring a shy and awkward illustrator who doesn’t believe in love and an enigmatic playboy oozing romance.

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The small plane he boarded held a handful of people and they piled on like cattle. It took off and brought Jesse ever closer to the place he both hated and treasured.

Naxos. The island of heartache.

He trembled as the small plane landed and he debarked, walking over hot tarmac toward the exit. The horizon blurred before him, Aegean sun burning down as though he’d stepped into the fires of Hell.

In a way, he had.

Outside the airport, he found the right bus with the large lit up letters of Aegleia Beach along the front, his limited-to-none Greek coming in useful. Not that it mattered. Everyone spoke English. He remembered that relief from his yearly visits here as a child. There was only one phrase in Greek he could recall from memory, and that wouldn’t get him very far here.

Plus, he couldn’t bear to hear it.

Couldn’t bear thinking about it.

The packed bus drove off and Jesse shoved in his AirPods hiding from the passing glorious landscape as they trudged on closer to the small beachside resort of his final destination. Aegleia Beach was a traditional Cycladic village built around a bay, made up of whitewashed cubic houses and blue-topped tavernas stretching along an idyllic golden sandy beach next to a cosy marina. It was a sun worshipper’s dream and a holidaymaker’s prime destination. Secluded by coves and set between two hilltops, Aegleia Beach was intimate enough for those wanting a low fuss holiday away from the city of Chora, but had enough bars and restaurants not to feel boxed in.

It was the place Jesse’s mum had fallen in love with.

Then fallen in love in.

So had Jesse.

And as he vacated the bus, rattling the wheels of his cabin case over cobblestones, he drank in the familiar scattering of colourful wooden chairs dug into sand, seafood and meze served to customers as Aegean waves splashed inches from their feet.

It hadn’t changed.

Not one thing.

Except for the added apartment block above the taverna, painted in its blue and white to be part of the Kallis Enterprise.

Jesse dripped with sweat as he stopped and drew in a breath. Because there, in the distance, over the deck and on the beach, a man stood beside a table for two, notebook in hand, pencil at the ready to take down an order, a smile so sincere it melted even the most frozen of hearts. Tanned, almost black hair, tall and defined, with a body not dissimilar to the one Jesse had woken up with that morning, the man was stunning. Beautiful. A sight more tantalising than the sprawling golden sand aligning the bluest of blue seas.

Demetrios Kallis had grown up.

He’d grown all the way up.

And he’d grown up fine.

In a simple pink T-shirt thrown on over khaki shorts, flip-flops buried in the sand, Demetrios was as effortlessly gorgeous as he had been when Jesse had last laid eyes on him eight years ago.

Jesse’s heart skipped.

He hated that it still did that.

Jesse’s name was called from behind and it made Demetrios glance away from his customers, eyes darting along the veranda and landing on him. His smile fell. Not into a frown as such, more into a parting of stunned lips, and his dreamy dark eyes widened. They stayed that way for a while. Gazing at each other across the beach, stuck in memories that chipped away at Jesse’s resolve.

Until Demetrios mouthed a wary, “Hi.”

Jesse was unable to respond with anything, silent or spoken. His racing heart was enough to prove he hadn’t forgotten. He wouldn’t ever forget. No matter how hard he tried, how long it had been, how broken and bruised and against the whole falling-in-love thing he was. Because there he was, and there Demetrios was, after so many years and so much pain, tongue-tied and evoking memories of every tumultuous heartbeat, every saddened tear shed, and every taste so irrevocable as if they’d shared it together yesterday. Like two glimmers of hope lost in time, unable to touch what had once been as tangible as the grains of sand beneath Jesse’s feet, they were suspended in the moment.

Then Demetrios was gone.

Pulled from Jesse’s reach by a stunning brunette in a bikini, he was shunted back to the now. And that, right there, was why love didn’t exist.

But before Jesse could flee, a stout older man drew him into a hug, tears smearing his neck, and, in a Greek accent, sobbed and repeated, “Jesse! Oh, Jesse. Thank God you came!”

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About the Author:

Brought up in a relatively small town in Hertfordshire, C F White managed to do what most other residents try to do and fail—leave.

She eventually moved West to East along that vast District Line and settled for pie and mash, cockles and winkles and a bit of Knees Up Mother Brown to live in the East End of London; securing a job and creating a life, a home and a family.

After her second son was born with a rare disability, C F White’s life changed and brought pen back to paper having written stories as a child but never the confidence to show them to the world. Now, having embarked on this writing journey, she can’t stop. So strap in, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.

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