Revenge
in Rio
By: Samantha Darling
Beachwalk Press
Releasing October 21st, 2013
Blurb
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?
Author Info
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 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 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 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 :-)
Author Links
http://www.samanthadarlingromance.com/index.html
What
sparked your interest in becoming a romance writer? Cliché
but I’ve always loved books. When I was little I always remember my Mum reading
to me before bed and I guess it just grew from there. When I was about nine a
teacher gave me a copy of Red Sky In The Morning by Elizabeth Laird. I devoured
it within hours and although I was only young it made me ‘feel’. Really feel. I can remember crying. I knew
then I wanted to make people ‘feel’ like that. Not necessarily cry LOL but make
the reader experience something within book. Make their heart race, bring tears
to their eyes, gasp, shout out loud, laugh and most importantly, remember.
What
is your writing environment. It’s not very luxurious sadly. It usually consists of my
laptop balancing on my knees while I sit on the settee once the children have
gone to bed. I’m hoping one day when we have a bigger house I can have a special
study/office space! A girl can dream J
One
of your favorite quotes. Life is not measured by
the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
What’s
the last movie you watched and loved? Fast and Furious
Six! Vin = YUM!
Flirting Questions
Which actor or book character do you have a crush on? I;m not going to lie, it
has to be Christian Grey.
What’s
your favorite body part of the opposite sex? His….cough,
cough J No,
seriously, I love strong, muscly arms.
When
was your last kiss? This morning when hubby left to go
to work.
How
did you meet your significant other? At work. We were
both nurses in on an elderly dementia unit at the time. Romance at it’s finest!
LOL.
Do
you believe in love at first sight? Anything is
possible, so yes!
Flirting Quickies:
Facial hair or clean
shaven? I like a nice amount of stubble.
Alpha or Beta? Alpha all the way.
Planner or Panster? Panster sadly.
Vanilla or chocolate? Chocolate.
Laptop
or desktop? Laptop.
Cat or
dog? Dog.
Twilight
or Fifty Shades? Fifty Shades.
Clubbing
or candlelight dinner? Candlelight dinner.
Backpacking
or luxury hotel? Luxury hotel – I’m a holiday snob LOL.
Morning
or night person? Can I be a midday person? J
Christmas
or Halloween? Christmas
“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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