At the Brazilian's Command

‘Sit down, Danny. I’ve got a business proposition for you.’

A business proposition? What did that mean? What could she possibly offer Tiago Santos that he didn’t have already?

Tiago came right to it. ‘I’ve got a problem—you have too. You need a job,’ he said, before she had chance to comment. ‘And you need a job that pays a lot more than your work here, if you’re to have any chance of starting up your own place.’

‘Of course I do. But I’m realistic.’ Her laugh was short and sounded false.

‘And the type of stables you envisage running would cost a fortune in start-up money?’ Tiago guessed.

‘I would have to start small,’ she admitted.

‘What if I said you didn’t have to do that? What if I said you could do anything you wanted to?’

She was briefly elated, but then common sense kicked in. ‘And what would I have to do for this—beyond training horses and hopefully making a profit eventually?’

Establishing a reputation would take years. There would be no quick or easy profits in the type of venture Tiago was suggesting.

Tiago paused for the longest time, and then he said, ‘As the wife of Tiago Santos…’

‘Your wife?’ Her lips felt like wood as she said the words. ‘What on earth are you talking about?’

‘I need a wife, Danny. I need a wife fast.’

Welcome to the hot, sultry and successful world of Brazilian polo! Get ready to spend many

HOT BRAZILIAN NIGHTS

with Brazil’s sexiest polo champions!

Forget privilege and prestige, this is Gaucho Polo—hard, hot and unforgiving… like the men who play the game!

Off the field the Thunderbolts are notorious heartbreakers, but what happens when they meet the one person who can tame that unbridled passion?

You may have already met gorgeous team captain Gabe in Christmas Nights with the Polo Player

Now get ready to meet the rest of the team in:

In the Brazilian’s Debt

March 2015

At the Brazilian’s Command

April 2015

And look out for Lucas and Karina’s stories, coming soon!

Available from www.millsandboon.co.uk

Or visit the author’s website:

www.susanstephens.com/thunderbolt

At the Brazilian’s Command

Susan Stephens

www.millsandboon.co.uk

SUSAN STEPHENS was a professional singer before meeting her husband on the Mediterranean island of Malta. In true Mills & Boon^>® Modern Romance™ style they met on Monday, became engaged on Friday and married three months later. Susan enjoys entertaining, travel and going to the theatre. To relax she reads, cooks and plays the piano, and when she’s had enough of relaxing she throws herself off mountains on skis, or gallops through the countryside singing loudly.

For the fabulous Ms M,

travelling companion extraordinaire

Contents

Cover

Introduction

Hot Brazilian Nights

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

EPILOGUE

Extract

Copyright

PROLOGUE

THE TERMS OF his grandfather’s last will and testament had shocked everyone but Tiago Santos, to whom they had come as no surprise. To inherit he must marry. It was that simple. If he did not marry within a specific timeframe the ranch he loved in Brazil, and had built up into a world-class concern, would be handed over to a board of trustees who didn’t know one end of a horse from the other.

His grandfather had suffered from delusions of grandeur, Tiago recalled as he prepared to land the jet he had piloted from Brazil to the wedding of his best friend, Chico, in Scotland. Tiago must give up his freedom to marry in order to preserve the Santos name, which his grandfather had believed was more important than the individuals who bore that name.

‘The name Santos must not die out,’ his grandfather had stated on his deathbed. ‘It is time for you to find a wife, Tiago. If you don’t provide an heir, our family will disappear without a trace.’

‘And if I marry and we’re not lucky enough to have a child?’

‘You will adopt,’ the old man had said, as if a child could be so easily co-opted into his plan. ‘If you refuse me this you will lose everything you have worked so hard to rebuild.’

‘And the families who have lived on Fazenda Santos for generations? Would you disinherit them too?’

‘Your bleeding heart is wasted on me, Tiago. Do you think I care what happens when I’m dead? My legacy must live on. Don’t look at me like that,’ his grandfather had protested. ‘Do you think I won this land with the milk of human kindness? What’s so hard about what I’m asking you to do? You’re with a different woman every week—pick one of them. You breed horses, don’t you? Now I’m asking you to breed on a woman and get a child to bear our name. You know what will happen if you don’t. You don’t even have to keep her. Just keep the child.’