Calculated revenge, unexpected passion…
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?
"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'd 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'd 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."
Juggling the kids, the day job and the writing.
Works finished. The dinners cooked, check. The kids are bathed and in bed, check. I’ve spent some time with my hubby (making sure he doesn’t feel left out), check. I’ve washed the dishes and done the laundry, check. We all know how the list goes….on and on and on and on with the end never in sight. So, when do I write amongst all of these day-to-day regular things that take up so much of our time?
Usually once the top four things are done, I’ll sit in the lounge with the laptop balancing on my knees and start to tap away. By this time it’s around 9pm so I know I have about an hour – hour and half’s worth of stamina left in me.
First and foremost I’m a mummy to my gorgeous identical twin boys and a wife to my gorgeous (I have to say that so he doesn’t feel neglected, right?) husband.
Then secondly, I’m a part time mental health nurse. It’s not my dream job (we all know what that is – being a full time writer of course ) but it pays the bills and the shifts suit around the family at the moment. I kind of ‘fell’ into nursing as my mum is also a nurse, my step dad was and so is my husband. I was ‘keeping it in the family’ I suppose you could say.
Then thirdly comes my writing. Just because it ranks at number three, doesn’t mean that it means less to me. It just means I have to prioritize and sadly that’s where its sits at the moment. BUT one day I’m hoping that it will rest very comfortably at number two instead of nursing
It’s a bit of job juggling work, family and making time for my passion, writing but I wouldn’t change it for the moment. It keeps me on my toes and besides; the nursing career has given me some great food for thought over the years that I can incorporate into my stories!
I live in Essex, not too far from London, with my very understanding husband, our identical twin boys, and two Bedlington Terriers. We're crammed into our rather cozy two-up two-down terrace and we can barely swing a cat, but hey, we love it. I work part-time as a nurse, 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 away at my stories.
I have always loved to read and romance is by far my favorite genre! You can easily escape into such promising worlds, where sexy Alpha males lead the way and strong heroines often can't help but fall head over heels in love. I adore a Happy Ever After, as I'm sure we all do if we're honest, right?
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 favorite 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.