Nero Caracas - The Assasin. Polo Hero, National Icon, The World's Most Eligible Bachelor And Most Beddable Man. The Heartbreaker Of Argentina.

What Nero wants, Nero gets – doesn't he?

Reigning polo champion, Nero Caracas bows to no man... and certainly not to women! With red-hot Latin blood coursing through his veins, what Nero wants he gets...

Horse-trainer, Bella Wheeler has followed in the footsteps of a notorious father – though Bella is determined to restore her father's tarnished legacy. Aware of the gossip circulating in polo circles Bella remains professionally distant from everyone. This aloof beauty has two things Nero wants – the best horse in the world, and a body as pure and untouched as her snow–white ice maiden's reputation.

 

When he dipped his head, one professional acknowledging another, she saw the steel of challenge in his eyes. Nero Caracas was hardly the most sensible enemy for a woman in Bella's precarious financial position to make.

But she wouldn't fail, Bella told herself firmly, straightening up to face this god of the game. 'Is that everything?'

Nero's lips pressed down. 'No,' he said with a shake of his head. 'I think misty would benefit from being ridden by a man who really appreciates her.'

'I can assure you that the captain of the English team appreciates Misty -'

'But does he ride her in a way that brings Misty pleasure?'

Did Nero Caracas have to make everything sound like an invitation to bed?

 

 

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Living with a playboy - on his terms!

Trainee journalist, Holly Valiant, desperately needs hot new material for ROCK! Magazine. Luckily her temporary flatmate, sexy Argentinan polo player, Ruiz Acosta, is the perfect subject - Who wouldn't want to know everything about the agony and ecstasy of living with a playboy?

It's like observing a caged tiger, Holly discovers, and she knows she should keep her distance – But will she? Ruiz has a more hands-on approach in mind. He's happy to help Holly learn about the high life one samba step at a time, but in the playboy's natural habitat Ruiz makes all the rules...

 

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Holly's London Diary:

Research. And that's all it would be. I wouldn't be breaking Rule 2 — no men. I would simply be observing this man from a purely clinical point of view. My 'living with a Playboy' idea would be like one of those fly–on–the-wall documentaries. I wouldn't be hands–on — I should be so lucky. More all hands to the pump — gulp — as I try to do my bit to save the agony aunt column. (Though I can't deny the thought of living so close to this particular playboy has done wonders for my metabolic rate. I've eaten a whole tub of double chocolate chip ice cream in anticipation of his return and I can still get into my jeans...)

(Imagine how slim I'd be if we lived together permanently...)

(Not that I'd ever consider living with anyone after my experience with the ex…)

Love-life? Vicarious. Active. Very active indeed.

Lustful thoughts? Are there any other kind?

And the playboy? This might all be over by tomorrow. He didn't exactly seem thrilled to see me, and I have yet to discover how he feels when he returns from the gym to find I'm still here.

 

 

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Will beauty tame the beast?

Following a catastrophic accident on the polo field Diego Acosta's playing days are over. Living in self–imposed exile on his island paradise, Diego's nights are filled with tormenting memories of the past and a man Diego holds responsible for the death of his closest friend.

When wedding planner Maxie Parrish crashes his solitude, radiating exuberance and a love of life, Maxie's health and vitality alone are like a slap in the face for Diego, but she burns so brightly he cannot get her out of his mind. With revenge ruling him he will seduce and conquer Maxie with the same single–minded determination that saw him rise to the top of the polo circuit. Only this time he'll walk away without scars...

 

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'So you're Diego Acosta?' she exclaimed, unable to conceal her surprise. Trying to ignore the waves of awareness washing over her, she took a fresh look at the man towering over her. He still looked more like a disreputable pirate than an international polo player. Bracing herself, she extended her hand in greeting - which he ignored and turned away.

Diego Acosta wasn't sophisticated and he wasn't charming. He certainly wasn't her usual wedding contact, most of whom looked to Maxie for guidance. The thought of this man looking to anyone for direction was a joke. Diego Acosta was a glowering tyrant who expected to be obeyed.

But she had dealt with difficult characters in the past, Maxie reminded herself. It was inevitable that she met a wide mix of personalities during the course of her work. Diplomacy was an essential part of her skill set and she was used to difficult men, having grown up under the iron fist of her father. She had learned how to handle him before illness had so cruelly diminished him, and now she must learn how to handle Diego Acosta.

 

 

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The paparazzi are in a frenzy, mothers are locking up their daughters-Nacho Acosta is back in town!

The wild, unpredictable polo champion is restoring his sprawling Argentinian vineyard and he needs a sommelier who can match his exacting tastes...

Without her sight, Grace's other senses have been heightened. In spite of her inexperience it's made her perfect for the job-and now it's not just the wine that has her mouth watering!

Nacho is expecting meek and vulnerable, but what he gets is fiery independence...and a sensuality that excites his jaded palate!

 

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'I presume I'm allowed to do this much for you?' Nacho said, opening the door.

Did she appear so prickly and defensive? Probably, Grace concluded. She wasn't cut out for the role of victim, but there was no reason to overreact to every little comment, either. Feeling for the seat, she climbed into the car, and Nacho swung into the driver's seat at her side. It was when he closed the door and they were trapped inside the small space together that information started bombarding her brain.

He was still damp from the shower. He had used some sort of menthol soap-or was that toothpaste? Or mouthwash, maybe? Anyway, he smelled clean. Big and warm was a given-as was bursting with suppressed energy. She held herself stiffly as he started the engine, sensing his hands close, but unable to tell just how close. The seats were big and comfortable-leather…well-sprung. She explored hers discreetly with her fingertips and then relaxed. The seats were huge. There was no chance they would rub up against each other.

'It's just a short drive to our newly refurbished wine facility,' Nacho explained. 'We could have walked there, but I thought you might be tired after the upheaval of the past few days.'

'That's very kind of you, but I'm feeling great-excited about the wine.'

'Viticulture in this area goes back centuries.'

'So you're the guardian of a lot of history?'

He didn't answer for a moment, but then he said, 'That's right...'

From the direction of his voice she guessed he'd turned to look at her.

Tension was rising all the time between them-or maybe she was imagining that too. She wondered if Nacho's lips were twisted in the cynical smile she remembered at the thought of the test to come.

 

 

Release date November, 2012

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