[Book Tour] Revenge in Rio by Samantha Darling #giveaway

Revenge in Rio

By: Samantha Darling

Beachwalk Press

Releasing October 21^st, 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?

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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

https://www.facebook.com/samantha.darling.9828

https://twitter.com/samanthav1986

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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