Revenge in Rio
By:
Samantha Darling
Beachwalk
Press
Releasing
October 21st,
2013
Blurb
Business
magnate Luca Venancio is returning to Rio to pay his respects to his
late brother, and to seduce his once fiancée, Daniella, back into
his bed. Five years ago she left him without so much as a word,
shunning him and the rich life he could offer in exchange for his
younger, reckless brother. Now Luca wants revenge—seduce her and
dump her, that's all he intends to do.
Blackmailed
into a violent farce of a marriage, Daniella had no choice but to
comply to protect Luca's life, even though it meant never being able
to see him again. Years later, a twist of fate reunites them,
throwing her plans of fleeing Rio out of the window and the love of
her life straight back in.
Luca's
flawless plan soon becomes complicated when he discovers Daniella is
expecting his brother's child. It becomes even more complicated when
old passions return. Can he actually go through with seducing her,
bedding her, and then discarding her?
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but when I'm off duty, you will find me either chasing the toddlers
around like a headless chicken, head buried in a book, or tapping
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always loved to read and romance is by far my favourite genre! You
can easily escape into such promising worlds, where sexy Alpha males
lead the way and strong heroine's often can't help but fall head over
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Reading and writing go hand in hand and from the day I could read, I enjoyed writing. To put pen to paper and conjure up weird and wonderful little stories was what I thrived on! English was my favourite class at school right throughout to secondary - and I will always be thankful for the teachers who gave me the opportunities to develop and be creative! If I remember rightly, one of my first stories was called 'The Turkey Who Could Talk'...but I'll tell you more about that some other day :-)
Reading and writing go hand in hand and from the day I could read, I enjoyed writing. To put pen to paper and conjure up weird and wonderful little stories was what I thrived on! English was my favourite class at school right throughout to secondary - and I will always be thankful for the teachers who gave me the opportunities to develop and be creative! If I remember rightly, one of my first stories was called 'The Turkey Who Could Talk'...but I'll tell you more about that some other day :-)
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Excerpt
“I
will get out here,” Daniella said, reaching for the door handle.
“No,
keep driving,” Luca ordered, glaring at the chauffeur and pressing
the central lock button.
Although
he hadn’t been back to the house, he clearly remembered where his
brother had lived. It had been his parents’ home and he had grown
up there. He would never forget the decrepit building that had
desperately needed restoring. Paint had chipped and flaked off of the
dreary walls, and the rooms were so small they felt claustrophobic.
He had spent many nights sitting on the roof listening to faint
arguments between his parents, whilst he dreamed of a better life.
“You
don’t think I at least deserve an explanation? Some minor
clarification as to why you just left me in the dark?” Luca stared
at her intently and she opened and then quickly closed her mouth
again, biting down on her bottom lip until it darkened to a deeper
tone of pink.
He
kept his eyes on her, not even blinking, as he looked her up and
down. She was a shadow of the vibrant girl he remembered; the
Daniella he had known five years ago. Sitting beside him now she was
scared, the fear was wild in her eyes, and she was clearly
malnourished, evident from the black sack of a dress, which hung off
her delicate frame.
“When
did you last eat something?” It was more of a demand than a
question.
“Excuse
me?” He finally had her attention.
“You
heard me. When did you last eat something?”
“That’s
none of your business.” She pulled the cardigan tighter around her
midriff and turned away from him.
“I’m
concerned. You look ill.”
“Well,
I’m not. I’m…I’m…” He watched as she stumbled for her
words. “I’m just grieving, okay?”
Fair
enough, she may have been grieving for the last twenty-four hours. It
was bound to have been a grueling short space of time for her to
comprehend Miguel’s death and have the customary quick funeral. But
what about before Miguel’s death? The circles under her eyes and
fading blue marks across her jaw were old; her skin and hair were
dull and lifeless and told a story. They sat in silence as the
chauffeur strategically maneuvered the Bentley through the favela’s
never-ending maze of winding roads, passing makeshift house upon
house, small street markets, and gangs on each corner. Luca’s eyes
fixed on the house in front of them when the car eased to a halt a
few meters away from their destination, and he recognized it
instantly as his childhood home.
Reaching
for the door, Daniella pulled on it a couple of times before he
pressed the central locking release.
She
looked over her shoulder and whispered, “You really have to go
now.”
He had
given in far too easily years ago, this time he was a different man;
a man who always got what he wanted, however cruel and ruthless he
had to be. He had to remember that. Love had left him weak and
feeble. It had taken time to gather himself and learn to never let
emotions take over. Work was his haven, a place for him to focus and
throw himself and his energy into. He would prove to Daniella that
she had made the wrong choice.
Placing
a hand on her shoulder, Luca’s fingers brushed against her dark
curls and the nape of her neck. “I’m not going anywhere this
time.” He leaned closer, his gaze fixed on her mouth. “I’ve
come for something and I intend to get it.”
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