Luc's Unwilling Wife, Book #5

• Marriage of Convenience
• Bodyguard Romance
• Boss Romance
• Adversaries to Lovers

Her Inferno Bodyguard…

Dantes’ security chief, Luc Dante is coerced into six weeks of protection duty for heiress Téa de Luca—just until she reaches her twenty-fifth birthday and can claim her inheritance. The job should be a snap for the powerful, former Special Forces tough guy, despite a wound that never properly healed. After all, who would want to harm such a brilliant, family-oriented woman? Only two things stand in his way…

First, Téa is the most adorable, gorgeous, sexy—annoyingly oblivious—person he’s ever met, ready and blithely willing to tumble headlong into any and all disasters that appear in front of her. Not that she sees them.

And second, there’s the small matter of The Inferno, which strikes the second they touch. Of course, that one touch leads to another. And then another and another until they find themselves tumbling into a disaster to end all disasters . . . the nearest bed. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if they hadn’t been caught in the act. Bound by an unbreakable Dante code of honor, their next disastrous step is to the altar.

What neither realizes is there’s a very good reason Téa needs a bodyguard. And if they don’t see what’s happening right in front of them, even The Inferno won’t be enough to save them.

Note to Readers: Luc’s Unwilling Wife is Book #5 in The Dante Inferno: The Dante Dynasty Series, a contemporary romance series by USA Today bestselling author and eleven-time RITA© (Romance Writers of America) finalist, Day Leclaire. This story features passionate Italian-American heroes, the scorching connection of The Inferno, and a sizzling romance between soul mates.

Téa had no idea how long she lay there, lost in the aftermath of passion. Somewhere along the line every scrap of intelligent thought had fled, leaving behind utter confusion. But it was a delightful confusion, one that left her body glowing with pleasure and her practically purring in satisfaction.

The oddest part was her inability to get her brain back online. Every time she tried, her thoughts would slip and slide in Luc’s direction and all she could think about was how he’d taken her. Possessed her. Thrust her into a realm of sensation that had stripped her down to the bare essence of herself and then imprinted what remained with his personal brand. It was as though they’d mixed and mingled to the point where they could never truly separate out their own unique bits and pieces.

“Dear God,” Luc rumbled beside her. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move again.”

“At least you can talk,” she managed to say.

“Okay. I’ll talk. You move.”

“Can’t.”

“’Kay. Come here.” He wrapped a heavy arm around her waist and scooped her closer. “Aw, hell. It’s still there.”

She didn’t have to ask what. She could feel it. He spooned the hard sweep of his angles against her soft curves. The press of his body cleaving to hers caused the embers to spark to life in renewed need. Every inch of her skin burned with it. Heat blazed along the contact points and she trembled beneath the onslaught.

“Yeah, it’s still there.” She shuddered in reaction. “Was it supposed to go away?”

“Thought so.”

Or did he hope so? The thought flitted in and out of her head as she turned to face him. He opened his eyes, slumberous, yet still hungry. With a soft growl, his mouth came down on hers again, blotting out thought and reason and words. Her arms slid around him just as his slid around her and their legs intertwined once again. They kissed, soft and gentle, then more urgently. An irrepressible need replaced exhaustion, one neither could deny.

Téa wriggled against him. “Luc, please. I want—”

She couldn’t even express what she wanted. Just him. More of him. He didn’t need the words. He knew. Knew, and responded with a passion that shredded her world into bright glittering starbursts of pleasure. It was as though all the silver and gold from her company somehow melded with the unique fire diamonds from his and encircled them like a ring, creating a bond neither of them were prepared for, nor wanted.

A bond from which they couldn’t easily escape.