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They can’t stand each other…or can they?
For years, hard work and perseverance have been the tenets by which Santiago Vila lived his life. As such, he’s achieved everything he’s gone after. Except Abena Dubango. She’s the total package of brains, beauty, and a sense of humor. Even though she wears another man’s ring, he’s never forgotten the moments they spent together. And he’ll make sure she doesn’t, either.
Abena has plans. Get married, have children, and live happily ever after. She even has a fiancé to achieve her goals. But two things stand in her way: Santiago Vila, and her undeniable attraction to him.

“I really don’t care what you think. Please run along. I have work to do.”
“Run along?”
He laughed softly again, which meant he was extremely aggravated. It was a trick he used to calm his anger, because Santiago was all about calm and charm. Charming workers. Charming business associates. Charming women with commands like “Take off your panties.”
“Is that how you talk to your fiancé?” he asked. “The poor man doesn’t get any respect, does he? Or maybe he doesn’t know how to handle a woman like you.”
“He knows how to handle me just fine. Every. Night. As many times as I desire.” She flashed him a disingenuously sweet smile and hoped he didn’t see clear through to the huge lie she just told.
His mouth lifted at one corner, but his eyes turned to gray steel.
“You like doing that, don’t you? You like rubbing my fucking face in it.” The smile disappeared as quickly as it arrived, and his mouth tightened with the same tension that arced through the room.
“Much as you hate me reminding you of my relationship, you keep bringing it up. Don’t you have someone else to bother? I’m busy.”
Abena shifted her gaze to the computer screen and double-tapped the spreadsheet on her desktop. Seconds later, she became conscious of Santiago moving away from the door and walking toward her.
Her gaze snapped to him. “What are you doing?”
He rounded the corner of her desk.
“I said, what are you doing?” Abena asked, louder this time. She scooted back in the wheeled chair and bumped into the wall. Her stomach tightened in panic as she looked up at him.
Santiago slammed his hands on the armrests and brought their faces within inches of each other. He leaned in, that sinfully delicious mouth of his close enough to bite.
The pit of her stomach trembled at his nearness, while his aftershave filled her nose and made her nostrils quiver. The fragrance held remnants of mint and notes of pine. Masculine, very male, and pure Santiago.
Abena stopped breathing as his gaze dipped to her bosom and stayed there so long, a faint ache blossomed between her thighs. He couldn’t see anything—she was completely covered by the silk blouse—yet she felt bare. Naked, as if he’d loosened every button and revealed her lace-covered breasts. 
His gaze slid back to her eyes, and a smirk emerged on his sensual lips. “Oh Abena, querida,” he purred, intensifying the ache in her loins. Swallowing, she kept her face expressionless, staring right back at him. “Why do you hide behind your diamond, pretending you’re happy?” His lip curled in distaste as he glanced down at the ring on her finger.
Abena curled her hand into a fist on her lap. “I’m not pretending.”
One large foot slid between hers and forced her knees apart, his eyes boring into hers. She drew in a sharp breath, reminded of the position she’d been in on his desk two years ago in Argentina. When he’d spread her legs and put his mouth right there. The flesh between her thighs quivered at the memory.
“Not pretending? We both know that’s a lie. Sadly, you’re in denial. You accepted his ring, but we know the truth, you and I, don’t we? When you wake up next to Dr. Appiah, you’re filled with regret and disappointment, no? And you know why, don’t you?” He paused, his eyes glinting into hers. “You’re going to make me say it? Okay, I will. You’re filled with regret and disappointment, mi amor, because no matter how perfect he looks on paper, when you’re lying next to him, the only thing you can think about, is me.”
Santiago straightened and looked down at her for one long, charged moment before he walked out of the room with a confident stride.
He left Abena behind to deal with his scent lingering in the air and a deafening but telling silence filling the room. Silence that exposed the fact that she hadn’t denied a single word he’d said.


DELANEY DIAMOND is the USA Today Bestselling Author of sweet, sensual, passionate romance novels and the owner of Garden Avenue Press where she publishes romance and women’s fiction with people of color. Originally from the U.S. Virgin Islands, she now lives in Atlanta, Georgia. She reads romance novels, mysteries, thrillers, and a fair amount of nonfiction. When she’s not busy reading or writing, she’s in the kitchen trying out new recipes, dining at one of her favorite restaurants, or traveling to an interesting locale. Enjoy free reads and the first chapter of all her novels at Join her mailing list to get sneak peeks, notices of sale prices, and find out about new releases.

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