Letting Evil In by Ellie Eden

Blurb:
When Michael goes on a photographic assignment to Brazil and fails to
return, Kristi and her son fly to Rio de Janeiro, desperate to find him.
Instead she finds that during the cold New Jersey winter, her husband has
spent his time in steamy chat rooms with Nara, a young woman desperate for
attention and involved in the Rio drug world.

As she searches for Michael in exotic but crime-ridden Rio, Kristy finds
herself way out of her league. She turns to Italian-Brazilian Federal Agent
Tony Lamazzo for help. As the harsh truth of her marriage brings a dose of
reality to her life, she finds the temptation of getting closer to the
strong, capable—and totally hot—Tony difficult to resist. She’s in Brazil
on the Day of Dead, a day when Brazilians go wild. Why shouldn’t she go
wild with Tony, for just one night, before returning home to start the new
life alone she’ll have to learn to make for herself?

But when her son vanishes too, Kristi doesn’t know where to turn. Michael’s
affair with drug-dealing Nara has exposed them all to the murderous wrath
of a ruthless drug lord, and while she longs to trust Tony, she can’t trust
his powerful and politically corrupt family. in the dangerous slums and
rainforests of Brazil, the danger mounts for both Kristi and her son, and a
cold-blooded enemy has an agenda of his own. If she trusts Tony, she might
save her son. Or it might just get them all killed…

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Here's an excerpt:
Ellie Eden thinks the next best thing to hot romance is reading or writing
about it. And she finds it even better to be somewhat scared or totally
petrified at the same time. That's why she loves Romantic Suspense and
Thrillers. She favors strong, protective alpha heroes, but finds murderous
but good-looking bad guys fun too, at least on paper. And she loves to
escape her family into an exotic, preferably crime-ridden, location.

In another life, Ellie Eden is the author of two bestselling travel books
and a number of award-winning YA biographies featuring real life alpha
heroes. She lives in Hawaii and California with her husband, two daughters
and son.

You can find Ellie Eden at:

Blog: http://edenauthor.wordpress.com/

Email: edenauthor1@gmail.com

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Excerpt:

Almost unconsciously she turned her head to look at him. As he was sitting
on the step below her, they were almost eye to eye. His half-smile was
sweet. Sexy. It made a shiver run through her. She jerked her gaze away.
Suddenly she felt lost. What was she doing on the beach on a tropical night
with this good-looking stranger? It would be fun to be single, to flirt
with no worries or complications. Was Michael doing that somewhere close
by? Was he having an affair? Maybe her whole family was about to be
shattered, like hers had been when she was not much younger than Josh.
Tears filled her eyes. She dashed [A1] them
away. Then without meaning to, she gave a loud sob. She forced herself to
stop. She hiccuped. Some tourists passed by, carefully looking the other
way. Oh God. What was she doing!

“Kristi,” he said, softly. “Whatever it is, we can figure it out. My
brother, Rafael, is working on finding your husband. He is Deputy Chief of
Civil Police. He’ll do everything anyone could possibly do. We’ll find your
husband.”

Embarrassed, she nodded.

“Come on. Let’s get you back to your hotel,” he said, sounding awkward as
he helped her up.

“I’m sorry I cried like that. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s OK.”

“I got an email yesterday. It was from Michael. It showed him hugging a
local girl. They were at the beach right here in Copacabana. They looked as
if they were having a ball. I don’t know why he sent it to me.” Again, her
eyes filled with tears. She blinked hard to hide them. “I don’t know what
he thinks he’s doing. How can I ever take him back? I don’t even want him
back. I don’t feel the same way about him. He’s been unfaithful to me for
heaven knows how long. I was an idiot for not noticing. I think my marriage
is over. But what about Josh and the twins?” Now she’d told him all her
problems again. What was wrong with her!

He sighed. “Oh Kristi.” Reaching out, he took her hand tentatively as if
taking hands was not something he normally did. His fingers were hard and
his palm callused. She liked hands like that. A hot quiver ran through her.
She pulled her hand away. Where was she going with this? Was she crazy? A
pang of guilt ran through her. But then she thought about the photo of
Michael and that girl. It seemed her marriage was over. Maybe it had been
over for longer than she thought. She felt as if she hardly knew Michael.
Her husband was a stranger to her.

Of its own accord it seemed, her body leaned toward him. She slipped her
hand back into his. The feel of his hand comforted her. Holding hands was
underrated. She really, really wanted to hold his hand. She could feel the
heat of his body where it touched hers. She longed for him to hold her. She
longed to be able to rely on his strength, to feel safe again. “You’ve been
really nice to Josh and me,” she said. “I feel so strange. What if nothing
was the way I thought it was for all these years?”

“Don’t judge anything now.”

“I didn’t know you did marriage counseling.”

He shrugged. “I only know it from the worst case scenario. If anything good
happens, don’t consult me.”

“Are you married?”

“I was. She left me. It was my fault.”

She was about to ask what happened, when the first big drops of rain pelted
down.

“Want to make a dash for it?” He pulled her to her feet. Fingers locked,
they ran through the drizzle. As they reached the hotel foyer, he let go of
her hand. They stood apart in the brightly lit elevator. Without meaning
to, she again leaned closer to him until her shoulder touched his warm arm.
Self-consciously, she moved away, noticing the muscles of his arms and
chest outlined by his damp T-shirt. Rain pasted her wet T-shirt to her
body. Wondering if he could see her nipples, she pulled the clinging fabric
away from her damp bikini top.

She unlocked the door and walked into the room. They were both wet. For a
moment they just stood, looking at each. Then Tony laughed. “We’d be better
on the balcony. We’re dripping on the carpet.”

“Would you like a hot shower?”

“Not much point. I don’t have anything to change into.”

“Well, at least we can dry off a bit.” She grabbed two of the big, white
towels and followed him out into the night. The air outside was balmy, much
warmer than the air-conditioned room. Steam rose from the wet tiles, but
the patio furniture was dry, protected from the rain by the balcony above.
Tony crossed over to the railing and stood looking at the view, which
Kristi noted was meltingly beautiful; white waves crashing, reflections of
car lights shimmering on rain drenched Avenida Atlantica, the glittering
lights of the favelas on the slopes of the hills and hunched above it all,
the dark, high, jungle-covered mountains.

She handed him a towel and stood watching while he pulled off his damp
shirt and began to dry himself off. He looked so good. He was just so
indescribably hot, and her husband was such an indescribable jerk. As he
turned toward her, she pulled her gaze away from his athletic body and
found herself looking at his mouth. He had a beautiful mouth, lips tilted
slightly up as if he’d never be able to look really angry. She wondered
what it would be like to kiss him. There just seemed to be too much space
between them and she had to close it.

She moved toward him. His eyes, thick lashes still wet with raindrops,
looked into hers. She closed her eyes and turned her face up to his. His
lips touched hers. She knew she hadn’t left him much choice. His mouth was
gentle, his lips warm and firm. She’d imagined a passionate kiss. She
didn’t quite know what to do with a gentle one. His kiss was almost shy.
Warmth throbbed through her. She was hot enough to melt. She longed for him
to kiss her more. She wondered what it would be like to make love with Tony.

He pulled away slightly, his hands holding her upper arms. “You’re so
beautiful.” He stroked a tendril of wet hair back from her cheek. “Your
husband is an idiot.” His eyes were filled with an emotion that sent a
thrill through her. It was so good to feel appreciated, to feel again that
someone thought she was beautiful. He looked at her quizzically. “I should
leave.”

“I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay.” Unable to resist any
longer, she buried her face in the warm place between his neck and broad
shoulders. She felt so shattered, so lost. Nothing was at it seemed. All
she wanted to do was cling to him, escape from all the bad things that were
happening to her.

“You’d regret it tomorrow,” he said. “There are things you don’t know about
me. I come from a very different world.”

“Rubbish,” she giggled. “You went to Berklee College in Boston. How
different can that be?” Then she shivered, knowing the shiver was because
of him and not the weather.

He took the towel and wrapped it around her shoulders, making a cocoon for
her against his warm body. Without meaning to, she gave a soft moan of
appreciation. She looked up to see if he heard. What if he thought she was
trying to sound sexy? He lifted her long, wet hair, using the nearest end
of the towel to dry the dripping strands.

She looked up at him. “You were right. I shouldn’t have come to Rio. I’ve
landed in such a mess, I...”

Before she could finish the sentence, his lips touched the corner of her
mouth. For a second he hesitated, then his lips closed over hers, warm and
sweet. She clung to him, kissing him passionately, drawing from his
strength, escaping into the feeling of someone caring about her just for
now. She pressed up close against him. Everything about him felt good—his
strong arms around her, his broad shoulders, his hard, lean body.

He responded by holding her tighter and kissing her with more urgency, his
breath quickening. The heat of the kiss and the feel of his body chased
every thought from her head. She could feel the hardness of his groin and
she throbbed with wanting him.
Was she really going to do this? She pulled away. They stood for a
second just looking at each other. His eyes were dark with arousal. How
could she do this? How could she not? The Moroccan-style outdoor sofa
looked incredibly inviting and she sank down into the pillows pulling him
down beside her.