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  The Dante Inferno:

  Sev’s Blackmailed Bride

  The Dante Dynasty Series: Book #1

  by

  Day Leclaire

  USA Today Bestselling Author

  Table of Contents

  Book Description

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Other Titles by Day Leclaire

  Excerpt: MARCO’S STOLEN WIFE

  Chapter One

  Meet Day Leclaire

  Dedication

  Book Description

  Some blazes, once ignited, can’t be extinguished.

  Just one burning touch connects a Dante with his soul mate.

  The Inferno … curse or blessing?

  One scorching touch connects Sev Dante with lovely jewelry designer, Francesca Sommers. One passionate night together changes their lives forever. One painful secret will tear them apart and destroy both their lives.

  As the powerful, take-charge CEO of Dantes jewelry empire, Sev never believed in The Inferno until it sweeps through him like wildfire. According to family legend, to ignore The Inferno guarantees disaster. To succumb, a life of bliss. But what happens when the woman The Inferno chooses works for his competitor and creates a stunning jewelry collection that threatens to destroy his plans to rebuild his family’s empire? The only option available: blackmail her to work for him and become his bride.

  Francesca Sommers has her dream job, working for her father, even if he’s unaware of her existence. Her life is almost perfect … until Sev changes her with a single touch. She can’t resist him or his relentless seduction. Has no choice but to surrender to his raw passion. To give him everything and anything he demands. Even to be forced into marriage.

  But surrendering to Sev means losing both her budding relationship with her father and her career. And when Sev discovers what she did to even the scales and protect her father’s business from his hostile takeover, she will lose him, too.

  Will The Inferno be enough to save them? Or will its relentless fire consume them both?

  Prologue

  He refused to lose.

  He refused to allow anything—or anyone—to get in the way of his rebuilding Dantes into the formidable empire it had once been.

  Severo Dante fought for the calm control that typified his business dealings as he regarded his brothers. He found it more difficult than usual to maintain an impassive facade, perhaps because the next few business decisions would prove vital to their overall future. Passion was the hallmark of the Dante name, of the Dante image. But the head of the company couldn’t afford to allow emotion to overrule intellect. Too much depended on his ability to handle all that went on behind the scenes.

  Where others provided the creativity that turned the sparkle and glitter of gemstones into the world’s most coveted wedding rings, Sev utilized logic and business acumen to drag Dantes back from the brink of ruin and propel its return to the public acclaim it had once known. At least, that had been the plan until he hit this latest roadblock.

  Sev turned from the panoramic view of downtown San Francisco and faced his brothers. “Timeless Heirlooms was in the perfect position for acquisition. Dantes should already have it tucked beneath our corporate umbrella. What the hell happened?” he demanded.

  The Dante twins, Marco and Lazzaro, shrugged as one. “New designer,” Marco explained.

  “It’s revitalized their company,” Lazz added.

  “Who is this designer? What’s his name? Where did he come from?” To Sev’s frustration, no one answered. “We need to find out. Now. Timeless Heirlooms belonged to Dantes until we were forced to sell it off after Dad died. Now that I’ve solidified our financial position, I want TH back. And I want it back now.”

  Marco paced restlessly. “Maybe we should reconsider taking over Timeless. Since we’re global again, I’d rather go head-to-head with them and crush them where they stand. We’ve been cautious long enough. Let’s get moving,” he persisted. “Expand from our wedding ring market into the areas we once owned—not just heirloom and estate jewelry, but all jewelry needs. Earrings, bracelets, necklaces. Hell, tiaras, if there’s a demand for them.”

  Sev shook his head. “It’s too soon. We need a really spectacular collection to launch us, and we don’t have that collection, or anything close to one. Nor do we have a suitable marketing campaign, even if one should fall into our laps. By taking over TH we corner that particular market in one simple move. Once solidified there, we’ll choose our next target. Something bigger and more impressive.” He turned his attention to Lazz. “What’s our best approach for finding this new designer?”

  “TH is having a spring showing—” Lazz checked his notes with typical thoroughness “—tomorrow night. The Fontaines will be featuring their latest designs, as well as the creative geniuses behind them. One of them has created quite a buzz. Once we have the designer’s name, we can order a background check. Find his or her vulnerability.”

  A cunning gleam appeared in Marco’s eyes. “Better yet, we can hire him out from under the Fontaines. He’d make a fine addition to Dantes. Then when we’ve bought out Timeless Heirlooms, he can go right back to what he’s doing now—designing contemporary pieces with the look and feel of heirloom and estate jewelry.” A hint of ruthlessness colored his words. “Only he’ll do it for TH’s new owners. Us.”

  “That’s a distinct possibility.” Sev considered his options before reaching a decision. “Here’s what I want. It might look suspicious if we all attend TH’s show. Lazz, you handle the background check and give us something to go on. Marco, you’re the people person. You and I will attend the showing. I’ll speak to the Fontaines directly.”

  Marco smiled. “While I use my natural charm and sex appeal to get the latest gossip.”

  Lazz groaned. “The worst part is . . . he’s right. I’ve never understood how we can look exactly alike and yet women who won’t give me the time of day are all over Marco.”

  A knock sounded at the door, interrupting a discussion that had been ongoing since the twins had crawled out of their respective cradles. Their youngest brother, Nicolò, walked in. Long considered the family “trouble-shooter,” he took charge when creative answers were needed to sort out a family dilemma. Nicolò often claimed that he didn’t believe in problems, only solutions.

  “Primo sent me,” Nicolò said, referring to their grandfather. “He thought you might have a job for me.”

  Sev nodded. “I want you working with Lazz. He’ll fill you in on the latest developments with Timeless Heirlooms. We may need some innovative suggestions in the near future.”

  Nicolò inclined his head, his expression reflecting both his interest and his fierce determination. “I’ll get right on it.”

  Sev folded his arms across his chest. “When Dad died and we discovered that Dantes teetered on the verge of bankruptcy, we were faced with some unpleasant choices—”

  “You were faced,” Lazz interrupted. “You were the one forced to make the tough decisions and sell off all the various subsidiaries of Dantes.”

  “Selling off the secondary holdings saved the core business and allowed us time to recover and rebuild.” Sev eyed each brother in turn. “It’s been a long road back, but now we’re in a position to reclaim what we once
lost. I won’t allow anything to stand in the way of doing that. We all agreed that the first business we return to the fold is the heirloom and estate jewelry. That’s Timeless Heirlooms. If this new designer is all that stands between us and reacquiring TH, then we either find a way to take them over . . .” His expression fell into merciless lines. “Or take them out.”

  Chapter One

  Francesca Sommers ran a critical eye over the sumptuous ballroom in Nob Hill’s exclusive five-star hotel, Le Premier, and struggled to suppress a severe case of nerves. In a little over twenty-four hours she’d have her very first showing. She couldn’t believe her good fortune, both in being offered the opportunity to work with Tina and Kurt Fontaine, as well as having her designs among those featured at Timeless Heirlooms’ spring show.

  As though sensing Francesca’s nervousness, Tina came up beside her and slipped an arm around her waist. “You can stop worrying right now,” she said. “You’ll see. Your pieces will be the hit of the evening. Not to take anything away from Cliff or Deborah’s talent and skill—they’re both good designers—it’s your collection that will take everyone’s breath away. It offers the perfect blend of romantic elegance and timeless appeal that are hallmarks of my company.”

  Francesca relaxed ever so slightly, smiling in delight at the compliment. “Are you sure you don’t mean old-fashioned?” she asked with a laugh.

  Tina lifted a dark eyebrow, which gave her exotic features an imperious cast. “Period pieces are a Fontaine specialty. We’re at the leading edge of the resurgence in popularity for jewelry like this. You’ll see. Tomorrow night’s showing will put us over the top.”

  Francesca shook her head. “Catching Juliet Bloom’s eye will put us over the top. I don’t suppose she’s responded to our invitation?”

  “Her agent contacted us. She’s still out of the country wrapping her latest film. But her agency’s sending a representative. And I’ve learned that Juliet’s next movie is another period piece. If this rep likes what she sees . . .” Tina lifted a shoulder. “We’ve all done the best we can. The rest is up to fate, as well as those stunning pieces you’ve designed.”

  Kurt entered the room and Tina murmured an excuse before joining her husband. Francesca pretended to give her full attention to the various displays currently under construction, but in reality, she studied her employers with an intense yearning.

  As the brilliant and creative owner of Timeless Heirlooms, Tina couldn’t be more different from her husband of nearly thirty years. Small, dark, and vivacious, she hurtled through her days, whereas Kurt took life in stride. He also qualified as one of the most strikingly handsome men Francesca had ever met, towering over Tina, his Nordic appearance the polar opposite of his wife’s.

  Although he held the title of Director of Operations for TH, his real job consisted of supporting Tina and keeping the nuts and bolts of the business end of the company running smoothly. With his calm, reassuring demeanor, he excelled at both, even during stressful and frantic periods such as this.

  Francesca gripped her hands together. Right now, Timeless Heirlooms desperately needed Kurt’s soothing touch. Despite the Fontaines’ attempts to keep everyone in the dark, rumors had reached Francesca of their financial difficulties. They were counting on her—or rather, her designs—to help them recover their footing in the volatile world of jewelry sales. In response, she’d thrown herself, heart and soul, into her job, giving the Fontaines every ounce of her talent and skill. But would that be enough?

  For as long as Francesca could remember, she’d wanted to work for one of Dantes’ subsidiaries, mainly because it offered an unparalleled opportunity to advance her career and bring her designs to life. But when the Fontaines bought out TH, a far different reason drew her to apply to them for a job, instead of Dantes. A reason she kept tucked close to her heart.

  It gave her the opportunity to get to know her father.

  Sev’s plans for the evening of the Fontaines’ show seemed perfect, right up until he saw her.

  For some inexplicable reason, she drew his gaze the moment he walked into the ballroom and the impact from that one look struck with all the power and sizzle of a lightning bolt flung from on high. Every business plan, every thought about taking over TH, of tracking down this new designer and acquiring him for Dantes, leaked from Sev’s brain and puddled at his feet. In its place one imperative remained.

  Get. The. Woman.

  She stood in the midst of a group of people, a tall, golden swan surrounded by sparrows. Everything about her spoke of old-time grace and elegance, the very embodiment of Timeless Heirlooms’ motto—jewelry that mates past with present. He knew many beautiful women, but something about this one captivated him on a visceral level. Unremitting desire entangled him in an unbreakable web and refused to let go no matter how hard he struggled to break the bond.

  For a split second Sev forgot why he’d come or what he hoped to accomplish. Instead, he felt compelled to follow that primal tug. He would have, too, if Marco hadn’t grabbed his arm.

  “Hey, where are you going? The Fontaines are in the other direction.” He glanced toward the section of the room that held Sev’s attention and grinned in sudden understanding. “Bella, yes?”

  “Yes.” The single word—one riddled with desire—betrayed him and Sev shook his head in an effort to clear it. What the hell was happening to him? He never lost focus like this. Nothing ever came between him and business. Nothing. Not even a drop-dead gorgeous woman whose very presence sang with all the promise and allure of a Greek Siren.

  Marco straightened his suit jacket. “Since my assignment is to mingle with the guests while you see what information the Fontaines are willing to cough up, I believe the lady in question is on my list.” He clapped his brother on the back. “Looks like you’re out of luck, Sev.”

  The mere thought of his brother getting anywhere close to this particular woman had Sev seeing red. Marco, the charmer. Marco, who could entice any and all women into his bed with a single look. Marco, who had never met a woman he hadn’t enjoyed to the fullest, before discarding. Marco, with his golden swan.

  A faint roaring filled Sev’s ears, a noise that deafened him to everything but one increasingly urgent demand. Get. The. Woman. “Not her,” he ordered. It amazed him that he could still speak coherently, considering the compulsion that infected him and drove him to react in ways in complete and utter contrast to his normal character. “Stay away from her.”

  Marco still didn’t get it. “You’re not playing fair,” he protested. “Why don’t we let the lady decide who she prefers?”

  Sev simply turned and looked at his brother. “Not her,” he repeated.

  Marco held up his hands, the humor fading from his expression. “Fine, fine. But if she approaches me, I’m not sending her away. Not even for you.”

  Sev’s hands collapsed into fists and it took every ounce of effort to keep from using one of them to rearrange Marco’s features, arresting features that attracted women to him with lifelong ease, not to mention unparalleled success. “If she approaches you, send her over to me.”

  Marco frowned. “Have you met this woman before? Do you have a history with her? You know I don’t poach my brothers’ women. Not unless your relationship’s over.” His smile glimmered again. “I don’t suppose it’s over by any chance?”

  “It’s not over. In fact, it hasn’t started. Yet.” His gaze fixed on his quarry. “I’m just staking my claim. Now are we clear, or do I have to spell it out with my fists?”

  “No, it’s not clear. Stake your claim? Spell it out with fists?” Marco’s frown deepened. “Have you lost your mind? When have you ever spoken about a woman like that? What’s gotten into you?”

  Sev drew in a slow breath, fighting to clear his head, with only limited success. What had gotten into him? Marco was right. He never reacted like this over a woman. Nothing and no one came ahead of business. But another glance in the blonde’s direction caused the desire to erupt i
n messy waves of molten heat. It filled him with a whispered demand to go to her. To seduce her. To take her and make her his, no matter who or what stood in his way. It overshadowed all else, rooting into his very soul and sending out powerful tentacles that latched on to every part of him and refused to let go.

  “Hey! Wake up, big brother.” Marco snapped his fingers in front of Sev’s nose, concern bleeding into his voice and expression. “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t we check out the new designs before we get to work? See what we’re up against.”

  “Good idea,” Sev managed to say.

  Despite the arm his brother dropped on Sev’s shoulder, it took every ounce of self-control at his command to turn his back on the blonde and walk away. With every step, he could feel the quicksand of need sucking at his feet and legs. It didn’t matter how much distance he put between them, he could still sense her on every level, and that awareness unsettled him more than he cared to admit.

  They found the spring collection staged on sweeps of raw silk and took their time studying the pieces. Models also roamed the ballroom, their beauty enhanced by the glitter of diamonds and colored gems. Marco flirted with the models, while Sev assessed the displays. He kept hoping the blonde might gravitate this way. Since she wore one of the premier sets, he assumed she must be a model, as well, especially with her height and regal bearing. But she kept her distance and he couldn’t decide whether to be relieved or annoyed.

  Marco ended his conversation with a leggy redhead wearing a solid three million dollars’ worth of high-quality stones and returned to Sev’s side. “I don’t get it. Nothing I’ve seen so far is enough to save Timeless from going under,” he said in an undertone. “It’s all the same old thing.”

  “No, not all of it. Not this, for instance.”

  Sev paused by a display unique in its simplicity. Not that the jewelry needed a fancy backdrop to make it stand out. The pieces spoke for themselves. White gold, diamonds and jet formed a sweeping pattern as elegant and sophisticated as any in recent memory. And yet, an air of romance permeated each item, a promise that by gifting this necklace, or this ring, or this bracelet, the recipient would receive a tangible expression of utter love and devotion.