Brazilian Capture
by Carmen Falcone
Publication Date: May 22, 2017
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Ignite, Contemporary, Romance
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SYNOPSIS:
Financier turned activist Emanuel Duarte has promised he would find the one witness who can testify against real estate developer Silas Lancaster. Sick of having every attempt at exposing Silas shut down, Emanuel wants to honor a promise he made, and takes from his opponent what matters most—his beautiful daughter Erika. Only he gets more than he bargained for with the tempting—and frustrating—woman.
Fundraiser and socialite Erika Lancaster can’t believe she’s been kidnapped. Her sexy captor is feeding her lies about her father that she refuses to swallow. Emanuel’s plans will hurt her and ruin her mother’s legacy—and that she can’t allow. Desperate to find a way out of the lush Brazilian jungle, she decides there’s only way to disarm the enemy—seduce him.
But her plan backfires and soon she realizes that seducing the enemy comes with a hefty price…loving the enemy simply isn’t an option.
Excerpt:
Carmen Falcone learned at an early age that fantasizing about fictional characters beats doing math homework any day. Brazilian by birth and traveler by nature, she moved to Central Texas after college and met her broody Swiss husband—living proof that opposites attract. She found in writing her deepest passion and the best excuse to avoid the healthy lifestyle everyone keeps talking about. When she’s not lost in the world of romance, she enjoys spending time with her two kids, being walked by her three crazy pugs, reading, catching up with friends, and chatting with random people in the checkout line.
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Excerpt:
“Call my father now. I’ll talk to him, and we’ll straighten
this out.” She looked for the clutch that she had placed next
to her when she sat.
“No.” He lifted her clutch, the same one he’d slipped
from her when she’d been looking out the window. “Not
yet.” There was no way she’d run the show and call Daddy so
he’d come rescue her. The plan was clear—Emanuel would
take her out of Boston, hell, out of the U.S. for a while, and
then contact her father.
“Give me my purse,” she said, and before he could deny
her, she launched onto him, her warm, soft body colliding
with his. She raised the hem of her dress to give her a clear
advantage, and reached for his hand. Playfully, he passed it
from one hand to the other, and she followed his movements,
until he placed it behind his back, and she straddled him.
He swallowed, inwardly cursing his cock for responding
too quickly. So, so eagerly. He placed his hands on her hips,
bringing them into a perfect position to ride him. She gulped,
her eyes widening. “Careful,” he said. “You make me think
of other things I’d like to give you. And maybe you wouldn’t
oppose given your current position.”
Even under the dim lighting of the limo, the pink staining
her cheeks was visible. “What? You wouldn’t dare.”
He shouldn’t, for sure. Would he? The thought played in
his head like a lazy, melodious Bossa Nova song. “I would
never take a lady against her will,” he said, but couldn’t help
the smile spreading across his face. “Although in your case
maybe it would be mutual.”
She lifted her hand and slapped his face. The sound of
her palm hitting his cheek sliced the air. An annoying sting
burned his flesh. “You’re… crazy. To think I would ever…”
Instead of scowling at her for the smack, he stroked her
buttocks, making invisible circles and watching her blush
deepen. “Sleep with the enemy? Don’t they say love and
hate walk together? Lust and repugnance aren’t far behind,”
he said, and leaned into her, the fresh scent of daisies filling
his head.
She widened her eyes and jerked away from him. He
could have grasped her if he had wanted to emphasize his
point, but she seemed scared enough. Or was it fear of her
reaction to him?
“Well, in this case lust is about three hundred miles
behind. I guarantee you. So you’re not going to let me call
my father. Who is this person you think my dad has in his
possession?” She crossed her legs and smoothed her hand
over her dress.
“Someone who knows the truth and your father doesn’t
want exposed,” he said, hoping that much would be enough
for now.
She frowned. “What truth?”
“All in good time, Erika.”
“That’s too vague. I’m free right now.”
ABOUT CARMEN FALCONE
Carmen Falcone learned at an early age that fantasizing about fictional characters beats doing math homework any day. Brazilian by birth and traveler by nature, she moved to Central Texas after college and met her broody Swiss husband—living proof that opposites attract. She found in writing her deepest passion and the best excuse to avoid the healthy lifestyle everyone keeps talking about. When she’s not lost in the world of romance, she enjoys spending time with her two kids, being walked by her three crazy pugs, reading, catching up with friends, and chatting with random people in the checkout line.
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