Dante watched her walk across the room, putting as much distance between them as she politely could.
His eyes devoured her. No other woman could make him feel this way. As if he was risking everythingâhis place on the team, his friendship with Luc, his sanityâjust by being in the same room as her.
He felt a spike of jealousy as he wondered who had held her since that night. Who had heard her scream with pleasure? Who knew that if they stroked Karina from the nape of her neck to the small of her back she would whimper with need and raise her hips, inviting even more intimate touches? Who had tasted her innocence since he had basked in it?
Welcome to the hot, sultry and successful world of Brazilian polo! Get ready to spend many
Hot Brazilian Nights!
with Brazilâs sexiest polo champions!
Forget privilege and prestige, this is Gaucho Poloâhard, 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 Brazilianâs Debt March 2015
At the Brazilianâs Command April 2015
Brazilianâs Nine Monthsâ Notice November 2015
And look out for Back in the Brazilianâs Bed December 2015
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CHAPTER ONE
âYOU VOLUNTEERED ME to do what?â
Shielding her eyes against the bright morning sun, Karina Marcelos stared at her brother in disbelief. They were standing on the balcony of Lucâs eyrie on the penthouse floor of his magnificent cream marble flagship hotel with Rio de Janeiro laid out in front of them. Luc was one crazy polo playerâhe could be dictatorial when he was in ruling his business empire mode, but he was always considerate of her feelings.
Her brother looked at her with surprise. âWhy the fuss? Youâre the obvious choice. The job of events organiser for the polo cup couldnât be awarded to anyone better than my highly qualified sister.â With a shrug he left her clenching and unclenching suddenly clammy fists.
She followed him in. âYouâll have to un-volunteer me,â she said firmly.
Luc scowled as he sat heavily at his desk. He wasnât used to being denied anything, unless his beloved wife Emma was in the picture.
âI mean it, Luc,â Karina insisted. âMy scheduleâs packed. I could only give the project a couple of weeks and itâs going to need a lot more time than that.â
She could make the time. She could make the event fly, but that wasnât the reason she was shying away from this plum of a job.
âToo late,â Luc said flatly. âThe posters have gone out and your nameâs on them. I didnât expect you to kick up a fuss. When I put your name forward to the team, they nearly bit my hand off.â
By team, Luc meant Team Thunderbolt, the worldâs most infamous gaucho polo players. Luc was a mainstay of the team and so was Dante Baracca, Karinaâs nemesis. This year it was Danteâs turn to host the Gaucho Cup.
âWhatâs wrong now?â her brother demanded, glancing up impatiently from his paperwork.
Where to begin? She didnât want to arouse Lucâs suspicions, and finding a plausible excuse not to work with Dante wouldnât be easy. Nor would handling the whisper of awareness that skittered over her skin at the thought of being close to Dante again.
âI need you to do this for me, Karina.â
âI do know what this event means to you, but there are other events organisers.â
âNone as good as you,â Luc insisted. âThereâs no one who understands the world we work in better than you.â
Karinaâs glance landed on the cabinet where Luc kept his trophies. Heâd left a space for this yearâs prize. Right next to it, in a pointed reminder that it would be hard, if not impossible to get out of this, there was a trophy belonging to Karina. The International Association of Events Planners had awarded it to her for exceptional merit, and Luc was as proud of that trophy as he was of his own gleaming cups.