Synopsis "Black Girls and Bad Boys: The Playboy's Conscience: Interracial Romance Novel"
Rosa's off on a big adventure doing voluntary work in Brazil after finishing her degree. She flies out to Rio wanting to change the world, but crashes into an arrogant local with a personality a lot less appealing than his brooding good looks. Fico has been working hard to put his family's significant fortunes back on track after the death of his father. He's almost there when he bumps into a fiery English girl who is far too idealistic for his liking and ends up volunteering in a day-care centre alongside her. Mutual attraction overcomes their differing politics, and it isn't long before they spend a passionate night together. But then a misunderstanding sets them on a collision course. Fico vows to teach her a lesson she won't forget, but his plans end in tragedy and they both end up hurt in more ways than one. Rosa moves on to Argentina, but she can't put the past behind her, and neither can Fico. Will they ever be able to overcome their differences and find happiness in each others' arms? This novel is roughly 42,000 words long and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen. EXCERPT "I thought I should move on. But I couldn't. I can't stop thinking about the night we spent together." There. He'd said it. "It was just sex." "Don't lie. I tried to pretend too, but it was more than that. Wasn't it?" He'd been so sure right up until the moment the words left his lips. What if he was fooling himself? She gave a heavy sigh. "What does it matter? You live in Brazil, I live in England. That pretty much makes dating out of the question. I'm going back to Buenos Aires tomorrow." "I'm not saying it will be easy." "Try impossible." "No. I won't accept that, Rosa." He paced for a few steps, frustration choking him. He felt something for her. Something he needed to explore. She had to see how important this was. "Jesus, Fico. What do you want?" He stopped right in front of her. What didhe want? She looked as miserable as he felt. This wasn't one-sided - she wouldn't have come with him if she didn't have feelings for him too. All of his need and irritation boiled over and he planted a hand on either side of her face, bringing her in for a kiss. As soon as their lips came together, he knew he couldn't let her go. When she kissed him back, relief almost knocked his legs out from under him. He'd been lying to himself ever since he left her in that hospital room. Now she was back in his arms, the truth was inescapable. The attraction between them was more than just physical - it was a force of nature. There wasn't another woman alive he wanted as much as Rosa. He wanted to possess every part of her - mind, soul, body. What that meant in practical terms, he had no idea, but he wasn't going to let her give him a list of excuses and disappear on a plane. They broke apart, both of them breathing hard. "Tell me you didn't feel that." Her eyes were clouded with desire, her lips fuller than ever. "You don't need to say a word. It's written all over your face." He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and she closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. "Stay with me. Let me show you how it can be." She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He could have spent the rest of his life looking into those huge brown eyes. "I can't."
