Bosanquet: A Man Like No Other

by Francisco Cordoba

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What do you do when your BFF’s dream vacation turns out to be your worst nightmare?

After a naïve relationship decision leaves Candice with a handprint on her face and no job, her life has literally gone to shit. All she wants is to hide in a corner and lick her wounds, alone. But when bestie Fiona comes begging for a last minute travel companion, what else can a true friend do but go along for the ride?

Fast forward to the bustling streets of Golegã, where stunning Portuguese stallions strut their stuff, and the gorgeous men who master them are every woman’s wet dream. Every woman, that is, except for Candice. For her, relationships are in the past.

But leading the quiet life isn’t easy. Pursued by a series of psychotic text messages, a crazed cavaleiro, and a vicious horse, Candice once again questions her judgment.

When an enigmatic stranger emerges from the crowd and offers assistance, Candice is in no mood to say yes.

Or is she?

Will one impulsive act change Candice’s mind about men, or will the impetuous deed prove her biggest blunder yet?


Sometimes, at the end of the blackest tunnel, light shines.

Sometimes, in your darkest hour, hope glimmers.

And sometimes, when we’re most alone, love beckons.
She is Candice.
He is Bosanquet.
This…is the beginning.

**** Cliff-hanger WARNING !!! ****

This book is the first in a series – it ends on a cliff-hanger.
The sequel is already available!

Adult Content! 18+ You have been warned

“Candice, watch—”
This time there was no fence to grab. “Ahh-ahhhhh! Ouch!” And the landing hurt.
“—out.” Fiona gazed down at her, clearly fighting to keep a straight face. “Again? Really?”
“F-ck off,” Candice snarled.
“Don’t you think you’re pushing credulity just a bit?” Fiona abandoned any attempt to control her expression. “And right outside the hotel? I thought you didn’t like drawing attention to yourself?”
“I may assist you, senhorita?” A deep, accented male voice blended with Fiona’s final words.
“Oh. F-ck. Right. Off,” Candice said, loud and clear.

“I beg your pardon,” said the voice. “I will not bother you at this time.”
Fiona giggled.
“What?” Candice looked up in time to see a tall man, of course dressed in tight, sexy, black clothes melt into the crowd.
She caught only the briefest glimpse of his profile as he turned, but she registered a neatly trimmed beard over an angular jaw, and a long slightly convex nose. His glossy black hair was secured in a short ponytail at the nape of his neck with an intricate silver clip. His broad shoulders and back strained the fabric of the short traditional jacket. Snug black pants clung perfectly to his tight buttocks and accentuated the narrowness of his hips. The clothes were the same as all the other men wore, and yet, for a second, this man stood out from the crowd like a beacon.
Then he was gone.

Candice dropped her head into her hands and groaned. “I just told a complete stranger who looks like a god and was only trying to be decent to fuck off. Didn’t I?”

“Yup, and now you’ve got poo on your face.”