My July book is a story about the ties that bind people together—ties of blood, ties of family, and ties of love. At the center is adorable, eleven-month-old Zac, whose dying mother sacrificed all to bring him into the world and give her barren stepsister, Grace, one chance to raise a child.
Peruvian billionaire playboy, Emilio Santana, sees his own chance in little Zac—the chance to continue his late brother’s bloodline and relieve himself of the responsibility to marry and provide a family heir. The battle over Zac brings Grace to Peru, and a new love in an exotic setting. But things are not always what they seem—and if you think you’ve read this story before, prepare yourself for some surprises.
A few years ago I spent some time in Peru, right where this story takes place. The setting is rich in beauty, history and culture—perfect for a heartfelt love story. I hope you’ll enjoy this one. Here’s an excerpt for you.
Emilio ended the kiss, savoring the way their moist lips clung as they parted. He hadn’t planned to kiss her. But it had happened and, for the moment at least, he wasn’t sorry. Grace Chandler’s luscious curves fit his body as if they’d been molded for that very purpose. Her sweetness flowed through him like hot caramel syrup through ice cream.
So much for his resolve to treat her like a sister. That wasn’t going to happen. He knew himself too well to question his instincts. But right now he needed to get her back to the house. She was badly scared, maybe even injured. Seduction would have to wait.
With a twinge of regret, he eased her to arms’ length. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth damp and a little swollen. It was all he could do to keep from snatching her close once more and taking up where they’d left off.
“Are you all right, Grace?” Given the way she looked, it was a needless question.
For a moment she regarded him with lust-glazed eyes. Then a transformation came over her. Straightening her spine and squaring her shoulders she impaled him with a glare that would have done justice to Sister Benedicta, who’d whacked his knuckles in her arithmetic class.
“I’ll be fine,” she said. “But what just happened was a mistake, Emilio.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “I had the impression you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
Her look darkened. “I came here to decide what was best for Zac and for me. The last thing I need is having my judgment clouded by a Latin Romeo who’d hit on any female old enough to drive. As far as you and I are concerned, nothing happened here. Understood?”
“Understood.” The barb had stung more than he cared to admit. But long experience had taught Emilio when to advance and when to retreat. This was retreat time. But the conquest was far from over.
Grace Chandler was going to eat her words.
THE SANTANA HEIR is available for pre-order on Amazon. But one reader who posts today will get an advance copy to read. If you’re an international winner, you’ll receive a PDF file. Good luck and thanks in advance for your comments