When Catalina Rodriguez is attacked by a would-be rapist and
rescued by the dashing Ricardo Garcia, she not only becomes more aware of the
handsome man, but also vows that she'll never be a damsel in distress again.
Using the timeless method of blackmail, she convinces her uncle to teach her to
fight and becomes a masked crusader in the night, saving damsels from robbers
and rough handling.
But scandalous rumors and dwindling funds force Ricardo and
Catalina to marry. Not immune to each
other's charms, their marriage starts fiery, but when one of Catalina's nightly
escapades results in dire consequences, she is forced to spurn her husband's
amorous advances…or reveal a secret that could turn him away from her forever.
Ricardo is not a man to be cuckolded or left in the dark. Is
his wife having an affair with El Capitan, the masked savior? If so…they will
both pay.
Tara Chevrestt is a deaf woman, a dog mom, a reader, and a
motorcycle and airplane buff. She worked as an aircraft mechanic for eleven
years before turning to a career in writing. When not chasing her dogs around
the house (or writing about them!), she battles over her laptop keyboard with
her alter ego, Sonia Hightower.
Tara never knows what a story is going to turn out to be.
Whereas Tara writes historical or contemporary romance, humor, young adult, and
even a memoir, Sonia pens erotic noir or bdsm. Be it a Tara or a Sonia book,
you're sure to find something that interests you.
Excerpt:
She tore her gaze away from the horse and said firmly.
"Cinco pesos. And only because this caballa has fire, not because of your
terms. Selena, pay him."
Selena's hand shook, but the pesos were transferred to the
dirty palm. The man laughed with glee, the crowd dispersed, and Catalina was
left with a dirty, starving horse.
"We'll get you fed and cleaned up," she promised
the horse, patting its neck. A cloud of dirt rose in the air, and Catalina
struggled not to cough. "I shall call you La Reina, because once in my
establo, I shall treat you like a queen. Your body may be beaten, but your
spirit is not broke."
"Catalina?" Her maid's voice tentative as it interrupted
her quiet chattering. "Whatever possessed you—"
"Fetch me a mozo," Catalina interrupted her.
"Take the remaining pesos and fetch me a groom. La Reina is going to her
castle." She wasn't offering more explanations than that. She didn't owe
anyone an explanation. She'd done what was right.
As her maid turned to comply, heading toward the livery, a
loud pffffht rendered the air. Catalina stared at the mare in surprise, aghast.
Selena froze and swung around to admonish her charge.
"Senorita! Your behavior has been questionable enough this day. Mind
yourself." She shook her head and her finger both before turning back the
task at hand.
Catalina heard her muttering as she sashayed away. She was
too surprised and too tired to defend herself, but the breeze picked up, and a
waft of foul air assaulted her. Catalina immediately tugged a delicate, lace
handkerchief from her sleeve and placed it over her nose as she glared at the
horse.
La Reina snorted and pawed the ground. Catalina could swear
the horse was laughing at her. She merely shook her head. "Dios mio, and
you let me take the blame for that?"
Pffffhht. Pfffht.
La Reina whinnied and bared her teeth as though she was
smiling.
1 comment:
Very Zorro and given the Latin flavor of this book, it's bound to be muy caliente
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