MM Jaye "Fate Accompli" ~~ #Giveaway #MFRWAuthor @MMJaye





When Fate plays a dangerous game, will Love win it all?

Monica Mitchell flies all the way from Boston to Athens, Greece, not to get a tan but a very specific job. Because besides an MBA, this twenty-four-year old has a mission: to prove to Alex Argiros, the gorgeous Greek magnate, that she has now grown out of the habit of flashing her underwear and looking like a zombie flick castoff … in the presence of hundreds.

The catch? She has to hide who she is. Thankfully, not having seen him since her early teens helps, and soon she gets all she wants and so much more. Not only does Alex not connect his highly qualified new assistant to the disaster magnate of his distant past, but apart from his admiration, he also offers her his heart.

Now, Monica has a new mission: to keep it forever. But first she has to come clean before he finds out her connection to the bane of his existence. Because if he does, he’ll rightfully assume she plays the part of the Trojan Horse, and then he’ll shed the sleek businessman exterior, letting his hot-blooded Greek nature take over.

She knows he could destroy her.

She knows, yet she needs just a little longer to savor his searing kisses…


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MM Jaye’s mother claims that she spoke her first word at the age of six. Months. As a kid she would record fairytales in her own voice, play them back and then re-record, adjusting the pitch and tempo. Later, she used her voice to inspire young adults and teach them the art of translation. But there came a time when life took a turn for the worse, and her voice temporarily died out. That’s when she turned to writing.

Fate Accompli is the first book in her Aegean Lovers series, set on the Greek island where her husband proposed. MM Jaye lives in Athens, Greece, with her husband, daughter and Kindle.


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Fate Accompli by MM JAYE - Excerpts

Excerpt #1

Alex strode toward the desk, his eyes holding the same look he had used on her the entire day—hard, piercing and ultimately inscrutable. A look that incited fear but also a thrilling sense of anticipation.

Like waiting for a volcano to erupt but, for some perverse reason, looking forward to being engulfed in its hot lava.

Monica’s pulse quickened even more when she saw him skirt the desk and rest one hip on its edge just inches from her. He placed one palm flat on its surface and leaned on it. Although his posture was relaxed, his face showed no sign of yielding.

He was close. So close that she could make out the individual dark hairs on the forearm he was leaning on and see the tiny mole right under his lower lip obscured by his evening stubble.

Realizing her eyes were roaming, she shot her glance to his eyes. “I assume that the meeting ended well?” she asked, aware that she sounded out of breath.

Alex took his time before answering, which made her heart pound in her throat. “Far from it,” he finally said, making her eyes widen with worry. But just like that his features softened. “Enough progress was made, though, to hope that it will only take one more round.”

As she sighed in relief, she saw a suspicion of a smile tugging the corners of his mouth, then it expanded to his eyes, turning them into warm jet-black pools. “I might commission another one of your pie-tarts to make sure that goes well, too,” he said softly.

Monica made the motion of tucking an invisible strand behind her ear although her ponytail was firmly bound. “About the pie—” she started with the intention of apologizing, but Alex cut her short.

“Yes, about the pie. Is there any left? It seems I am the only one who hasn’t made a comment.” His voice was low and soft. “I just want to determine—” he paused and dipped his gaze, leaning closer as if he was about to impart a secret, “—is it divine or orgasmic?”

Excerpt #2

Without warning, Alex took hold of her arm and dragged her to a corner where the din from the street was not so loud.

“Listen, Monica,” he rasped, “I was with a woman just before.”

Patience, she reminded herself, squelching the flutter of disappointment that dared mess with the good place she was in. Regaining her composure, she arched her brows expectantly as she did when she took dictation from him.

“I see.”

He yanked her arm. “Damn it, didn’t you hear me? I was with a woman!”

Extracting her arm from his grip, she gave him a sweet smile and blinked. “How can I help you with that?”

She could see that her calmness toyed with his temper dangerously. “You helped a great deal,” he hissed, “with your antics in the swimming pool and … after.”

“I’m sorry, I see no connection.”

 Alex’s eyes darted to the street and he leaned closer. “I intended to be with that woman, tonight, but I … couldn’t, thanks to you.”

That revelation managed to shake her. She hadn’t expected it so soon. After what had happened earlier, she was certain as to where things between them would eventually lead, but she had settled in for a long wait until he’d come around.

Her breath audibly quickened, but she’d be damned if she’d show weakness. “Should I feel sorry about that?”

Alex’s dark gaze lost some of its fire. “No, of course you shouldn’t be sorry. However, it can’t happen between us.”

Although prepared, her heart sank.

“Damn it, not as long as you work for me.” His eyes softened and his hard grip on her shoulder became an intimate squeeze. “But if the deal with Roe is sealed, I will leave the company and then…” Raising his hands, he ran them through her hair, fanning it out.

Monica’s breath caught in her throat. What was he saying? Was he actually admitting that he wanted them to be together?

His face hardened again and he let his hands fall to his sides. “But until then, I’m your boss and you’re my assistant. That’s it,” he said, his stretched hand slicing the air to drive his point through.

Monica bit her lower lip, trying not to smile. He had all but said it. Not only had he accepted the powerful attraction between them, but he had even admitted it to her. Well, that was as close an admittance as she would get for the time being. Because when the deal was sealed… She felt her body shiver in anticipation.

“Tomorrow, I’ll fly to London. I might as well be there, since Roe might come up with all sorts of delays again. And I can’t afford to have any more delays.” With a sigh, he cupped her chin and his thumb caressed her lower lip.

“I could always send him some of my orgasmic pie—” Monica ventured, aware that it was her beer-boosted nerve speaking.

Alex’s gaze darkened, and she could see the juggler’s fire reflected in the depths of his eyes. Leaning down, he brought his lips a hairbreadth away from hers.

“Let me go home, little siren,” he said huskily, his hot whiskey-smelling breath further warming her flushed face. “Otherwise, you’ll tempt me to follow you and then, believe me, I’ll show you what orgasmic truly means.”


Fate Accompli is a pun with the French expression “fait accompli” which means something that is over and done; a done deal. I substituted the French word “fait” (thing) with “Fate” as English-speaking people pronounce it the same.

Right before publishing, I had qualms about whether readers will understand the pun, and I asked two dozen author friends who all encouraged me to keep it. They said it was original, people would remember it, and as it hasn’t really been used before, it will help with Google ranking. So here you go.

When my protagonists fail to see past their shortcomings to find their HEA, Fate intervenes. Monica and Alex ending together is a Fate Accompli.


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