The Brazilian Tycoon's Mistress (Harlequin Presents #2429) [NOOK Book]


Victor Santander: an arrogant Brazilian billionaire.

Araminta Dampierre: a gentle English rose.

Victor is determined to have Araminta in his bed but only for pleasure; he will never again allow a woman to get close to him. He will bring out Araminta's passionate nature, satisfy both their desires, and move on....

But this Brazilian tycoon hasn't bargained on falling for his ...

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Victor Santander: an arrogant Brazilian billionaire.

Araminta Dampierre: a gentle English rose.

Victor is determined to have Araminta in his bed but only for pleasure; he will never again allow a woman to get close to him. He will bring out Araminta's passionate nature, satisfy both their desires, and move on....

But this Brazilian tycoon hasn't bargained on falling for his mistress!

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426867125
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 6/21/2010
  • Series: Latin Lovers Series , #2429
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 192
  • Sales rank: 255,000
  • File size: 470 KB

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The Brazilian Tycoon's Mistress

By Fiona Hood-Stewart

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Copyright © 2004 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-373-12429-5

Chapter One

IT WAS a grey Tuesday afternoon in October when Araminta Dampierre, abstractedly parking her old Land Rover in front of the village shop, felt a jolt and heard a thud. With a sinking heart she twisted her head. Close behind her stood a four-wheel drive that she'd just hit.

With a sigh Araminta climbed out of her vehicle and took stock of the gleaming silver Range Rover's squished bumper. Her own Land Rover was not in a great state anyway, but this Range Rover had been in pristine condition - obviously the latest model, and brand-new. Wishing she'd paid more attention to her surroundings, Araminta looked up and down the empty village street, searching for a possible owner. But there was no one to be seen.

Taking a last reluctant look at the damage she'd done, Araminta decided to proceed with her shopping and wait and see if the owner of the Range Rover appeared. Maybe the proprietor of the glistening vehicle that she was fast beginning to loathe would have returned by then, no doubt filled with much righteous indignation.

As she turned to head towards the grocer's she visualised a dreadfully chic corporate wife - with whom Sussex seemed to be teeming lately - complaining furiously about her careless behaviour.

At the grocer'sAraminta handed her shopping list to dear old Mr Thompson and waited patiently while he shuffled about the shelves in search of several items.

"And how is Her Ladyship?" the white-haired bespectacled grocer asked solicitously.

"My mother is fine, thank you," Araminta responded, smiling. "She's recovered after that bout of bronchitis."

"Well, thank goodness for that. A bad spell it was. My wife had it too."

"I'm so sorry," Araminta murmured, glancing out of the window back towards the cars, hoping she wouldn't have to hear all the details of Mrs Thompson's illness.

"Will that be all?" Mr Thompson smiled benignly from across the counter at Araminta, whom he had known since she was a small child, when she'd come in after going to the Pony Club to buy sweets.

"Thanks, I think that's everything. Just pop it onto the account as usual, will you? And do send my best to Mrs Thompson. I hope she makes a quick recovery."

"Thank you, miss, I will."

Araminta stepped back onto the pavement, brown paper bag held under her arm, thinking how quaint it was that the villagers still called her 'miss', even though she was twenty-eight and had been married and widowed.

She made her way back to the car, deposited her bag of shopping on the passenger seat, and wondered what to do, since there was still no sign of the driver of the Range Rover. For all she knew, she or he might not appear for ages. She could hardly stand around waiting all afternoon.

With a reluctant sigh Araminta took out a pad and pen from her well-worn Herme's bag and scribbled what she hoped was a legible note, which she slipped behind the windscreen wiper of the Range Rover. There was little else she could do. The driver could get in touch with her and they could exchange information about their respective insurance companies over the phone.

"I'm back!" Araminta called round the drawing room door of Taverstock Hall to where her mother sat reading by the fire.

"Ah. Good. I've just told Olive to bring in tea."

"Okay, I'll be down in a minute. Just popping the groceries into the pantry. Mr Thompson sends his best, by the way."

"Ah. Thank you." Lady Drusilla inclined her head graciously. "I really must do something about the Christmas bazaar. Perhaps you could help, Araminta? Instead of scribbling away at those wretched children's books of yours. It's time you pulled yourself together and did something useful. After all, when your father died I didn't spend my time drifting. I took charge."

"Mother, please don't let's get into this again."

"Oh, very well." Lady Drusilla cast her eyes heavenwards and Araminta made good her escape.

She really must set about finding a place of her own again, she reflected as she descended the back stairs and popped the bag on the pantry table. It was her own fault that she was subjecting herself to her mother's endless comments. But she just hadn't been able to face - or afford - staying in the house she'd lived in with Peter. It had taken all her will-power to get the strength together to clear it up and put it on the market, and be able to unload the mortgage. Still, it was time, she knew, to move on.

The first thing Victor Santander saw as he walked towards his new Range Rover was the gaping dent in the right bumper. With a muffled exclamation he moved forward and inspected it closely. Some idiot had backed into him and hadn't had the courtesy to wait and own up. He crouched, studied the dent, and realised that the whole bumper would need replacing.

He rose with an annoyed sigh, and then noticed the note flapping behind the windscreen wiper. At least the perpetrator had had the decency to leave a phone number, he noted, slightly mollified by the apology. It was signed 'A. Dampierre'. No Mr or Miss or Mrs. Just the initial.

Oh, well, he supposed he'd better give A. Dampierre a call once he got home to Chippenham Manor, which he'd moved into the day before. An accident on his first day in this quaint English village didn't bode too well for the future.

Usually when he drove down the country lane Victor enjoyed the sight of the rolling hills, the trimmed hedges and the horses grazing in the fields. But not after the car incident. And the weather was foul. Yet it suited his mood, he reflected sombrely. So much better than the blaring sun of his homeland, which, for now, he could do without.

At least here he could lick his wounds in peace and quiet, without having to undergo the social scandal that would inevitably be his lot in Rio de Janeiro once Isabella's latest affair became known. At least here he would be left alone.

Back at the Manor he entered the hall and was greeted by loud barks. He smiled as Lolo, his golden retriever, came frolicking across the oriental carpet, thrilled at her master's return.

"Calma, linda," he said stroking the dog's head and heading towards the study. "You'll get used to living in a large English country house. Surely you'll like it better than the penthouse in Rio?" he murmured, suddenly remembering his vast, white-marbled modern apartment in Ipanema, glad he was far away from it and all the horror of his soon-to-be ex-wife's unwelcome surprises. This was about as far removed as he could get from Isabella, both physically and mentally, he reflected, entering the study.

In fact, nowhere could be far enough, he added to himself, pulling out the crumpled note from his pocket and glancing briefly at it. He realised he'd better give A. Dampierre a call right away and sort the mess out.

Stifling his irritation, he sat down at the large partner's desk, covered with files and photographs of racehorses, and dialled the number, noting that A. Dampierre must be a local, since he had the same area code. Probably some careless local farmer.

The number rang several times.

"Hello, Taverstock Hall," an aristocratic female voice answered.

"Good afternoon. Could I speak to..." He hesitated.

"A. Dampierre?"

"A Dampierre?" the haughty female voice replied.

"Yes, I was referring to the initial A," he replied, in arctic tones.

"The initial - Oh, I suppose you must be referring to - Hold on a moment, would you?" He heard a muffled sound in the distance.

"Hello?" Another, much softer female voice came on the line, and for some reason he could not define Victor was surprised to find that 'A' was a woman. He really had imagined a burly red- faced farmer. This voice certainly did not match that image! But neither did it diminish his annoyance.


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