Susan Stephens' Acostas Box Set
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Susan Stephens
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Passion, temptation and seduction! Welcome to the world of The Acostas! Argentina's most scandalous family!
The Shameless Life of Ruiz Acosta: Holly knows she should keep her distance from sexy polo player Ruiz Acosta, but this playboy makes all the rules…
The Argentinian's Solace: When wedding planner Maxie crashes Diego Acosta's self-imposed exile, he's determined to seek revenge… by seducing her!
A Taste of the Untamed: Nacho Acosta is back! Expecting to meet meek and vulnerable Grace, instead he gets fiery independence… and exciting sensuality!
The Man from Her Wayward Past: Formerly fun-loving and feisty, Lucia Acosta hides a terrible secret. Can sexy Luke Forster tempt her to share it?
Taming the Last Acosta: Polo champion turned Special Forces soldier Kruz Acosta challenges photojournalist Romy to step out of the shadows… and into his bed!
Christmas Nights with the Polo Player: Spend Christmas with polo champ, Gabe Ortoya as he whisks shy, English rose Lucy Lavender off her feet… and into his arms!
Prologue
STRETCHING out his powerful limbs, Ruiz Acosta took the call from his brother Nacho in Argentina. Gazing out across the sophisticated cityscape through the elegant window of his town house, Ruiz knew he had come to love London as much as the wild reaches of the pampas, if not more. The contrast was extreme and the challenges different, but just as stimulating.
And the women?
Pale, harried, and bundled up in so many clothes it was impossible to imagine them freeing themselves from the many wrappings long enough to make love—
‘Will I be home in time for the annual polo match?’ he asked, refocusing in order to reply to his older brother Nacho’s question. ‘Wild horses wouldn’t keep me from that brawl. Just make sure I have a stallion that can outrun Nero’s fire-breathing monster and I’ll be back in time to watch your flank, Nacho—’
‘And the business?’ the hard male voice interrupted.
‘We’re in pretty good shape. I’ve completed the reorganisation. I just have to approve one or two new members of staff. I’ll be splitting my time between Argentina and London in future, but—’
‘So long as you don’t forget your family on the other side of the world, Ruiz,’ Nacho interrupted. ‘You’re the glue that holds us together—’
‘Glue can stretch,’ Ruiz pointed out wryly.
Not liking this challenge to his authority, Nacho changed tack. ‘Have you heard from Lucia, recently?’
‘Lucia? No. Why?’ Ruiz sat up, hearing the change in his brother’s voice. ‘Is there a problem?’
‘Our sister’s gone off radar again—changed her number—’
‘Lucia was always tricky.’ And who could blame her with four older brothers looking over her shoulder? Ruiz reflected. But his sister’s safety was paramount. ‘I’m on it. I’ll drop by Lucia’s flat later to see if she’s back, or if she left any clues behind.’
Nacho seemed satisfied now he knew Ruiz was picking up the latest family problem; his voice mellowed into a dark-chocolate drawl. ‘Have you found yourself a woman yet?’
Ruiz laughed as someone, or rather something, nuzzled its way between his knees. ‘No, but a dog found me.’ There was a curse on the other end of the line, which Ruiz ignored. ‘This great black mutt wandered in from the street while I was having some furniture delivered and made himself comfortable in front of the fire. Didn’t you, Bouncer?’
‘You’ve given the dog a name?’ Nacho interrupted sharply.
‘Not just a name—a home. Bouncer is part of the furniture now.’ Ruiz ruffled the big dog’s ears.
‘This is so typical of you, Ruiz,’ Nacho rapped, reverting to elder brother mode. ‘You always were a sucker for waifs and strays. If anyone needs TLC, you’re there before they know they need help. Dios! Get rid of the mongrel!’ Nacho thundered.
‘Butt out!’ Ruiz fired back. They weren’t boys now for Nacho to push him around. His brother should know that where animals were concerned Ruiz cut no corners.
‘See you at the polo match,’ Nacho growled, ‘without the mutt!’
‘Goodbye to you too, brother,’ Ruiz murmured, staring at the silent receiver in his hand.
Nacho had issues. Having taken responsibility for his siblings when their parents died, Nacho sometimes forgot they were all adults now and that, having made his home in London rather than the pampas, Ruiz was independently successful.
Sensing his irritation, Bouncer whined. He stroked the dog to reassure him. ‘I should make allowances for Nacho?’ Ruiz queried as Bouncer’s expressive eyes invited him to take a walk. His brother ran an estancia in Argentina the size of a small country and Ruiz supposed Nacho was entitled to have his off days. ‘Okay, boy, you’re right. Let’s go,’ he said, standing up.
A big dog like Bouncer needed hours of exercise. Not unlike his master, Ruiz reflected, catching sight of his swarthy, unshaven face in the mirror. It had been another long and ultimately disappointing night. None of the women he’d met in London appealed to him with their bony figures, heavy make-up, and uniformly dyed blonde hair. It would be fair to say he had become more than a little jaded. Perhaps Nacho was right and he should return to Argentina to find some sophisticated, black-eyed siren, full of the fire and passion of South America who could not only match him in the bedroom but who would share his zest for life.
That was the type of woman his brother Nacho could do with, to shake him out of permanent warrior mode, Ruiz reflected wryly as he locked the front door. It didn’t occur to Ruiz that a similar wake-up call might be waiting for him just around the corner …
