Bonded in Brazil: A Novel about Love and Winemaking

Bonded in Brazil (ISBN: 978-1-60381-846-9, 194 pp, $12.95), by Rhiannon Ellis, is a contemporary romance that centers around the vineyards of Brazil and Napa Valley.

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5 Kisses: “A sensational romance between two people from different cultures who find their soul mate through a business transaction.  With likeable characters and lively dialogue, Ms. Ellis was able to bring a fresh spark to the story of falling in love with your boss.  Add in some tension by way of different cultures, a less than honest business partner and some debate about personal honesty – and you have the basis for this charming and captivating story.”   Read More ….

Rose, Two Lips Reviews

“Oh this book was so good!!! It has all the necessary elements of the perfect romance, obsession, passion, intrigue, heat, betrayal and love.  The settings were superb, the characters engaging. The difference in cultures was well portrayed.  It is a well written memorable story as smooth as a fine wine and yet as steamy as Eliana’s home of Brazil.”  Read more …

–Dollycas’s Thoughts

“This warm contemporary romance is an enjoyable read as Eli proves her mettle in Brazil and California…. Feisty Eli makes for a wonderful tale as the lovely Brazilian goes to America to save her family’s birthright from the Demonio she loves.”  Read more …

–Harriet Klausner, Midwest Book Review

4 out of 5 Stars on Manic Readers!

“The story is an old one, with a few modern twists, and a sexy romp gives it a big boost. Bonded in Brazil is a good beach read or a rainy-day-at-the-lake read …”    Read more …

“A sweet and a tad spicy romance story about a feisty young woman bonded as a servant to the ‘Demonio’ …. A terrific novel that’s not only sexy and exotic but had me emotionally connected. I loved the book from the beginning and had a hard time putting it down …. I am looking forward to reading more books by Ellis.”  Read More …

—Lush Book Reviews

A few missed loan payments, and a family of Brazilian vintners stands to lose the fruits of four generations of labor. To save the business, devoted daughter Eliana Menino strikes a deal of her own to work off the family debt in service to the man she calls demonio—devilishly handsome private investor Hale Forester. Uprooted from her childhood home in exotic Brazil to work for Hale at his sprawling Napa Valley estate, Eliana soon realizes that the ruthless man who can make or break her family has a secret past … and the power to break her heart.

“I became enthralled with the idea of writing a vineyard romance after seeing the film version of Nicholas Sparks’ A Walk in the Clouds and the romantic comedy French Kiss,” says first-time author Rhiannon Ellis. “Winemaking is such a perfect metaphor for the birth of romance—how the tiny seed becomes a juicy grape and finally an intoxicating potion. I wanted my book to be more than just a sensual love story with a romantic setting. There’s also a feminist component. The heroine doesn’t need rescuing, but is in fact the real savior of the story. She cooks and cleans and even develops feelings for her alpha-male employer, but she never debases herself, and she never loses her determination to save her family’s vineyard.”

Rhiannon Ellis is a voracious reader and researcher. Writing began as a hobby, became a passion, turned into a career, and now is all three. Although raised in the south, Rhiannon now lives in the Midwest with her husband and their young children. When she isn’t writing, cooking, cleaning, or chasing her kids around, she can usually be found curled up with a good book. You can find Rhiannon on the Web at

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Keep reading for an excerpt:

At last the noisy power-washing crew had left. The only people left on the property were Eliana and himself. Hale pulled on the collar of his light blue polo, feeling stifled by the unrelenting heat in his study.

Eliana refused to open any windows or run the air-conditioning—something about gardenias. Hale shook his head, thinking he’d never understand women.

He closed the keyboard tray, turned off the computer screen, and headed outside for fresh air. At least the temperature gave him a good excuse to go see her. Though he knew it would be much hotter once he did. He’d made a point of avoiding Eliana the past few days. Naturally, being under the same roof had made running into her inevitable, but he had steered clear as best he could. Who was he kidding? Every chance he got, he conjured up some reason to see her—some ruse that involved keeping track of her progress on the estate. Yesterday—testing his discipline—he had gone almost the entire day without seeing her. Then she had brought dinner to his study. Just the sight of her tanned, satiny skin had caused his muscles to tighten, and he’d had to remain seated behind his desk to hide the evidence of his arousal.

Now, his resistance low, he threw discipline aside and stepped out onto the stone steps of the front porch.

The sound of metal piercing hard ground led Hale to the spot where she diligently worked. He’d never seen a woman work so hard, and yet she seemed to enjoy it. He couldn’t believe what a change she’d made to the outside of the house in such a short time.

She knelt on all fours with her knees firmly planted on the ground. Khaki shorts had never looked so good. A narrow damp trail between the shoulder blades of her white ribbed tank top revealed the sweat of her labor. The small of her back peeked out of the space between her shirt and the top of her shorts, showing the trim curve of her waistline. Even the gardening gloves, a good two sizes too large for her dainty hands, were incredibly sexy.

Hale huffed. Turned on by dirty gardening gloves. Whatever it was, he had it bad. Infatuation, he decided, that’s all. He would get over it.

Just as he started to leave and go back inside, Eliana stood up. Her loose ponytail swung with the abrupt turn of her curvaceous body. Time seemed to move in slow motion as she ran toward him. Her full, delicious breasts bounced under the fitted tank top when she picked up speed. Those sultry gray eyes were locked on his, and he was frozen, stiff—in more ways than one.

Hale’s jaw loosened and his lips parted as Eliana approached. Surely he was daydreaming and, seeing no harm in a little mid-afternoon fantasy, he didn’t move. When she was only a few feet in front of him, her feet sprang from the ground, and she leapt into his arms. The force of her body crashing into his should have knocked him over, but Hale stood firm, only circling around twice to catch his balance.

Eliana’s smooth, tan legs wrapped around his waist, and the softness of her body pressed against him, teasing him. He slipped a hand down one of her thighs, the skin as silky as he’d imagined. Could she feel his heart pounding through his chest? What was she doing? The answer to the second question was irrelevant. He didn’t care why or how.

With Eliana’s face just inches from his, he could feel her hurried breath against his skin, so real he knew this was no daydream. Her supple mouth and the thin layer of saliva glistening over her bottom lip presented a mighty temptation. Did he dare? Their eyes locked and, before he could remind himself to hang on to his control, he gave in.

Hale’s hungry mouth met hers, and his tongue parted her lips. Just as he’d expected, she tasted exotic, like cinnamon and pomegranates. Sweet and spicy, like her temperament. Eliana returned the kiss with the same vigor, the same desperate hunger, making his arousal grow stronger. She gave a tiny whimper, and his excitement soared. He had never imagined such a kiss.

The kiss lasted for what felt like centuries—centuries that ended too soon. Out of breath and out of sorts, he composed himself, knowing if he didn’t resume some degree of calm, he’d take her right on the lawn.

Pulling her face from his, Eliana blinked in a stunned fashion. Her expression caught him off-guard, confused him. It had been she, after all, who’d leapt into his arms. Yet, she seemed baffled by what had happened.

“Snake,” she whispered.

Huh? he thought and then said aloud as she lowered herself from his embrace.

“I— I saw a snake over by …” Her voice trailed off as she pointed to the spot where she’d been planting. “I’m terrified of snakes, you see. I jump on my brothers backs all the time in the vineyard, but they never …” Eliana bit her lower lip and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

It took a second for the reality of the situation to soak in. Hale wondered if Eliana’s flushed skin came from the kiss or simply from being uncomfortable.

“So you ran over here and latched onto me like some sort of a— a spider monkey because of a snake?” She sheepishly nodded, and Hale was mortified. His embarrassment, however, quickly turned into amusement. He laughed as though this was the funniest thing that had ever happened to him.

He doubled over and held his sides, wondering how this woman could make him laugh in spite of his humiliation. Maybe it was more than just infatuation.

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