Victor
Santander: an arrogant Brazilian billionaire.
Araminta Dampierre: a gentle English rose.
Victor
is determined to have Araminta in his bed but only for pleasure;
he will never again allow a woman to get close to him. He will
bring out Araminta's passionate nature, satisfy both their desires,
and move on . . .
But
this Brazilian tycoon hasn't bargained on falling for his mistress!
excerpt
"Why don't you stay the night?"
he asked, suddenly but smoothly, unwilling to let her go.
"I—look, this never should have happened,
never has happened before. I don't know how it did," Araminta
mumbled, embarrassed.
"It happened because we both wantd it to
happen," he said harshly, viewing her through narrowed
eyes. "Because we are two consenting adults who feel desire
for one another."
"Perhaps," she conceded grudgingly,
retrieving her shoe from beneath a cushion, "but that isn't
a reason to, well, to—"
"To go to bed together?" he finished.
"Why on earth not? I can't think of any better reason."
"Can't you?" she exclaimed, suddenly
cross. "Well, I can. Lots of them."
"It took you rather a long time to remember
them, querida."
©2004 Fiona Hood-Stewart
