Mariette And The Cowboy (Western Night Series 2) by Rosie Harper Page A

his sights set on running his late father’s international textile corporation. A dominating billionaire playboy; he’s determined to prevent rival corporations and greedy governments from pulling the family business apart. Although not possessing the best business savvy in the world, he does possess an incredible natural aura of emitting his own Latino sexual heat. Ricardo is determined to use this blessed God-given ability to his advantage with the sole intention of eliminating any emerging threats through full-on domineering sex.
     
    Weddings should by all rights be a complicated affair. No matter how much money one has, it is the same old worries that seem to overshadow much of the exciting build up leading up to the occasion. I am Rachel Muller, the fiancé to Peter Alvez. He is dashingly handsome, rich and charming. What more could a lady ask for? In addition to these traits he also has a wonderful family. In fact, today my brother in law Ricardo has offered to take me on a tour of some of the islands off the Florida Keys. They are absolutely gorgeous, I hear, and will be the perfect setting for my fabulous wedding next year. Obviously, I would like to see them before making such an important decision and since Ricardo is in the area, it is the perfect time to take advantage of the opportunity. Peter on the other hand, has had to go to Paris on some urgent business and will be gone for the best part of a week. A private yacht and my delightful brother in law for company should be quite an exciting day.
    “Rachel! How lovely to see you! I’m so happy that we are going to be taking this trip today.” Ricardo bellows whilst welcoming me onto his yacht.
    “Hi bro, thanks for doing this. I have been dreaming about it all week. I can at least cross this off my list after today.” I say as he takes the wheel and fires up the engine.
    “Ricardo Alvez at your service, “he replies. I look out over the waters and I can faintly see the outline of the islands off in the far distance. There is a slight breeze, but the sun is beating down with a vengeance on this hot July day.  Hopping from island to island should be a piece of cake as they are all so closely bunched together. The first one – Tristan Val Verde – we reach after only 20 minutes or so.
    It is a desolate untouched tropical paradise. Ricardo helps me off the yacht and we walk together bare footed on the beach. The sand is white and the palm trees are set back off of the beach about 20 meters or so.  It looks just like a travel agency’s advertisement brochure. It’s just perfect.
    “Okay, I love this one, let’s move onto the next.” I remark, and we make our way back across the beach to the awaiting yacht.
    “Is there anybody here?” I ask. Ricardo turns to me and smiles, “Sometimes, it is usually used for film locations and promoted beach parties. Next month there will be a lot of people here, “he explains. Ricardo helps me back up onto the yacht and he goes over to the console. I look out at the calm sea for a few moments before realizing we are not moving. Ricardo is cursing and pressing the ignition button repeatedly, “Puto!”
    “What’s wrong?” I ask. He turns to me, “Nothing, I’m going to check the engine.” Great, don’t tell me we’re going to be stuck here! I think to myself as I watch him disappear down below, where he remains for the next 15 minutes before emerging once again, “Ok, we have a problem. Somebody has tampered with the engine. It won’t start!”
    “Tampered? What we going to do? Are we stranded out here Rick?” I ask with an obvious panic in my voice. I look down at my cell phone to see no signal.
    “Don’t worry, I’m expected back this evening, When I don’t show people will locate the yacht. It is fitted with GPS, “he explains. It doesn’t do too much to reassure me, but at least people can locate where we are. The question is, how long it’s going to take them to locate us once they do start