Playing with Fire: A Scorching Hot Romance

By Rebecca Hunter

Marianna will do anything to save her father’s company—even hire her ex to help. When old desires catch like wildfire, she won’t let it consume her…but sometimes playing with fire means getting burned.

Following their forbidden teenage romance, Marianna Ruiz never thought she’d see Simon Rodriguez again. So when she does, she feels… Shocked? Angry? Tempted? All of the above? But they can’t get involved again, no matter how much Simon entices her with his rock-solid body…and those penetrating green eyes.

Marianna doesn’t need Simon anymore, or what they shared. She just needs his elite security expertise. A scheming ex and some suspicious dealings at the family business rattle her—and when things escalate, there’s no one else to turn to. When their time together in Sydney leads to some seriously hot hookups, Marianna doesn’t hold back in seducing him into satisfying her other needs.

Although their lust for each other burns hotter every day, Marianna knows she must keep the upper hand. Expose her scheming ex, save her father’s legacy and exact a little revenge along the way. Make Simon want her like she wanted him. Then leave and never look back…

Sexy. Passionate. Bold. Discover Harlequin Dare, a new line of fun, edgy and sexually explicit romances for the fearless female.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harlequin
• Release date: Jan 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781488048463

Rebecca Hunter

Rebecca Hunter is the award-winning author of sensual, emotional adventures of the heart. She writes sexy stories about alpha men and spirited women for Harlequin's Dare line, and her books reflect her love of travel. To find out more or to join her newsletter, please visit rebeccahunterwriter.com.

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CHAPTER ONE

SIMON RODRIGUEZ PULLED off the road across from the gated entrance of the Spanish-style house and put the rental car into Park. He rubbed his jaw, scraping his fingers over the unshaven scruff he hadn’t bothered with this morning at the hotel. No one lived in this house anymore as far as he knew. No one would witness this one last glimpse at the place that had almost wrecked him.

He pulled off his sunglasses and rolled down the window of the black town car for a better look. Damn, it was hot in Miami Beach, that sticky, heavy hot that made an afternoon of construction work a living hell. He had quit that kind of manual labor when he enlisted and left Miami eleven years ago, but his reaction was still visceral. Just one more reason he’d gotten the fuck out of here, out of this state, out of this country. Away from the one woman Simon should never have gotten involved with.

Best decision of his life.

So, what was he doing here, in front of Marianna Ruiz’s house? She had moved out of this place years ago when she got married. The gate was locked shut. And wasn’t it damned fitting that even after her father’s death, Simon was still barred from the place.

He was saying goodbye for the very last time. That was what he was doing. Clearly, the other last time wasn’t painful enough to keep him away. But there was nothing left to suck him in again. He’d just get a little closure.

Simon stared at the enormous structure behind the gates, partly hidden behind lush green palm trees that lined the property. Off to the side, the very top of the boathouse was visible, the boathouse he and his father had built one summer long ago. If Marianna hadn’t sold off her father’s estate yet, it probably still sheltered the boat where he and Marianna had—

A red sports car screeched to a stop by the driveway. Startled, Simon whipped his head around. The gates creaked open, and the vehicle lurched forward, tires squealing. It headed up the narrow asphalt, then shrieked to a halt again, front tires digging into the grass. The driver laid on his horn a couple times. What the hell?

The front door of the house opened, and a woman stepped out. Her face was covered in shadow as she closed the door behind her, but he’d know that woman anywhere.

Marianna.

It was a punch in the gut. Her dark, wavy hair was longer now, and she wore a white button-up shirt and a red skirt. Definitely a woman, not a girl anymore. Still beautiful.

Marianna pushed her hair back from her face and crossed her arms. As she stepped into the sunlight, walking down the front steps toward the sports car, he fought that old, familiar ache deep down.

Simon frowned. What was Marianna doing here, at her father’s old house? And what the hell was up with the driver of the car?

A man climbed out and slammed the door shut, heading toward her way too fast. Simon gripped the steering wheel of his rental, ignoring the painful squeeze in his chest. The guy was clean-cut, with a crisp dress shirt and pants, but his fists were balled, and his face flushed in angry red. And he was walking toward the woman Simon had told himself he never wanted to see again. He should turn on the engine and get far away from here before he did something stupid.

Goddammit, Marianna. What the fuck are you trying to pull? the guy yelled.

The asshole stormed up to her, coming way too close. And yelling way too loud. You can’t just go down to the pier and ask to open up the shipments. You have no idea the kind of shit you’re messing with.

Marianna shrank back from him, but the guy took that as an invitation to step closer. Simon gritted his teeth, wishing like hell he had just stayed away.

She stumbled a little as she stepped onto the lawn. The dickhead was a lot bigger than her, but even as she backed away, she jutted her chin up at him, trying to hold her ground. Like she had stood up to him before.

Simon grimaced. Shit. The situation was going downhill fast. He couldn’t leave a scene like this. He had years of reading incidents under his belt, and everything about this guy screamed volatile.

It’s my company, too, William, she said, her voice steady. In fact, it’s my name that’s on it, in case you’ve forgotten.

William. Her husband. William Rooney III, a name synonymous with wealth and privilege. Everything that Simon couldn’t give her eleven years ago. My cue to get the fuck out of here. Except that William looked more like a brawler than a country-club boy right now, and Simon didn’t like Marianna’s odds if the man decided to get physical. This guy was twice her size and had a volatile look about him.

Now wasn’t the time for Simon to lose his shit. He had watched this kind of scene play out too many times, men teetering on the delicate line between anger and violence. This one could go either way. But Simon was not getting out of this car. He was not coming face-to-face with Marianna again. Not unless there was no other way.

You know nothing about what makes Ruiz Imports work, and it will all come crashing down if you don’t back the hell off. William’s loud growl echoed across the lawn as he moved into her personal space. So go back to your client dinners and your charity bullshit and leave this alone.

Marianna shook her head. You need to leave or I’ll call the police. This is my house. You can’t come here.

Don’t ever tell me what to do.

His voice was low and menacing, and the asshole grabbed her arm. Marianna flinched.

It all happened so quickly that Simon didn’t remember getting out of his car. The next thing he knew he was walking straight for them, taking in the environment, calculating every risk. This man was heated, explosive, and all Simon could think about was getting him far away from Marianna.

He headed through the gate and crossed the lawn, just out of William’s line of sight. Every step forward was a strain on his tight grip of self-control. He was silent until he was within reach. Best to catch this guy off guard. Probably the type that only responded to a show of power.

Take your hand off her. Simon’s voice was cold, threatening.

Who the hell are you? William swung around, his eyes wild. This is none of your fucking business. Leave. Now.

Anger rolled off this guy, but now it was directed at Simon. The guy’s focus was broken.

Simon? whispered Marianna. The shock on her face was unmistakable.

His heart twisted in a fresh, painful squeeze. Goddamn. That voice. He couldn’t get distracted. He couldn’t even look at her. Not until this asshole was far away.

Take your hand off her. Simon kept his voice calm but wedged himself between William and Marianna.

The guy was a bully, but up close he didn’t look like much of a fighter. It took another moment for William to register that Simon had every advantage here. Height. Weight. Technique. Scowling, William let his arm drop and stepped back.

You don’t know what the hell you’re getting involved with, William spat.

Actually, Simon knew exactly what he was getting involved with.

She asked you to leave, said Simon.

Every time William hesitated, Simon inched over, putting himself farther between the two, keeping Marianna shielded behind him. William shook his head in disgust, backing away toward the car. Stay the fuck away from the piers, Marianna. You’re already in too deep.

William climbed into the red sports car and revved the engine. He skidded back onto the pavement and drove away.

Simon stood absolutely still as the noise from the engine faded away. Then there was nothing left except the din of neighborhood traffic, the gentle brush of the palms in the wind and Marianna’s breaths. Slowly, he turned around.

She gaped at him. Simon?

His name was both a question and a sigh. Her voice, soft and raspy, awoke something that was supposed to be long dead, dead and buried. Simon searched for words, but nothing came.

Get your shit together and get out of here.

But neither of them moved, their eyes locked. Slowly, he drank her in. Full lips, parted. Eyes wide with surprise. She hadn’t changed much physically. Maybe a little rounder in the hips, her breasts a little fuller, but he knew that expression well. And for a second, a wave of nostalgia hit him so hard it nearly knocked him over. How had he not been prepared for this?

Brushing a strand of hair off her face, she looked away.

What the hell was that? he asked. The words came out gruffer than he’d intended.

She didn’t say anything. Just held very still.

Mari? he said, softer.

Her shoulders rose, and she brought a shaky hand to her mouth. Damn. Bold, strong Marianna Ruiz was about to lose it.

Instincts took over. Simon took a step closer—to do what exactly he didn’t know. She shuddered and turned away a little. Just as he started to step back, she slowly faced him again. Her shoulders dropped, and she buried her face in her hands. She breathed in and let out a long, deep sigh. Was she shaken by William, or at seeing him again?

It’s really you, Simon, she said, finally meeting his eyes. What the hell are you doing here?

The scent of her perfume was cracking the dam he had built to hold back these memories. He shook his head. He had to get ahold of himself, but now that she was so close, it was impossible to not reach out and touch her.

No, it wasn’t impossible. Because he had spent the last eleven years doing just that. Still, the sight of her hazel eyes, soft and dewy with unshed tears, was killing him.

Do you want to tell me what’s going on, Mari? he said, his voice raw.

Marianna glanced away again, shaking her head.

I gather that was your husband. The man who was good enough for her to marry. He swallowed back all the bitterness that was flooding in. Time to focus on what was happening right now. It’s not my business, but he looks like an asshole. An abusive asshole. You’re in a bad situation, aren’t you?

Marianna’s eyelashes fluttered closed. It’s a long story, Simon.

I’m not in a hurry, he said, coaxing her softly. I see this kind of thing in my line of work.

She bit her lip. I know.

She knows? How much did she know? Did she break down some nights and search for clues about his life the way he did with hers?

Simon stepped back and ran his hand through his hair, trying to shut out the clench in his gut. But he stopped, midgesture when he caught her gaze traveling over to his biceps. Her eyes snapped back to his face, filled with heat and longing, and then the look was gone. Her cheeks flushed, and she turned away.

He took a steadying breath and frowned. The seductive pull between them hadn’t changed. Probably never would.

Finally, Marianna let out a deep breath. What are you doing in Miami? I thought you lived in Australia now.

Her question was more of an accusation. He didn’t blame her, not after the way things ended between them.

Simon didn’t react. Just a quick stop in the States for work. So I came to Miami to visit my father’s grave.

The truth, but not anywhere near the whole truth.

And you happened to pass by my house?

Something like that.

Her hazel eyes turned darker as she sized him up again. Her husband was long gone, the threat dissipating into the heavy Miami heat. He should leave now, get away from the memories of her that were threatening to pull him under.

Her hands on his hips. Her breaths in his ear as she whispered every dirty thing she wanted to try. They had been better together than any eighteen-year-olds deserved. Now that he knew what the hell he was doing? Shit. It would be the kind of thing he’d never recover from. It was time to let her go again.

He thought he was angry when he pulled up in front of her house, but Simon had no idea what to call this punch-in-the-gut reaction to seeing her again. Not quite anger. Something murkier.

She crossed her arms. I still haven’t forgotten how you left things between us.

I know.

Just so we’re clear, she said softly, then nudged her head at the house. Let’s go inside.

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Marianna pulled her keys out of her pocket and pressed the driveway gate lock. Then she turned her back on Simon and started for the front door.

What the hell was he doing here, after all these years? Simon Rodriguez. The man who still haunted her dreams every now and then, though haunted was hardly the word for what happened in those dreams. And, damn, he was even sexier than she remembered. Different. A little bigger, a little harder. And now he had shown up, right when this mess with William had taken yet another turn for the worse. When she was vulnerable.

Why is he here? How is he here? I don’t hear from him for a decade and now he just appears...

If he had come looking for anything close to the eighteen-year-old girl he left, he was wasting his time. She was gone. That spoiled girl wanted fun with a fairy-tale ending. That was before real life had happened, taking her illusions with it. Love was the first illusion to go—Simon took care of that when he’d dropped her years ago with no warning—followed by marriage, trust and loyalty, all at once, thanks to William. The only piece of her childhood she still clung to was family—and with her parents gone, that meant the family’s company legacy.

Marianna should have simply thanked Simon on her front lawn and sent him away. No, because she still didn’t understand what was going on. Just happened to drive by her house? Not a chance. Inviting him in would give her a little time to pry it out of him.

But her hands were still shaking as she gripped the handrail to the front steps. Goddamn William and his unyielding fight for power over Ruiz Imports.

So, you’re living here again? His voice came from close behind her. Close enough to feel the sharp hum of attraction between them. Or maybe just echoes of their past.

Marianna paused, halfway up the stairs, trying to wrap her mind around the question he had asked. How much should she tell him about the end of her marriage? She didn’t turn around. Ever since I left William. We divorced shortly after my father passed away.

I see.

Now she was even more confused. Simon didn’t sound surprised that her father had died, yet he didn’t know she’d moved back here—he thought the house was empty. What did he want? There was something she was missing in all this. Something she needed to get to the bottom of before she was led down yet another murky road with no map.