“I said, ‘Sir, the entire world is a conflict of interest. But Claudia Garcia is the only peacekeeping mission I’ll never abandon.’”
“You’re going to get us both killed,” she hissed one night, as mortar fire lit the horizon.
“I know.”
In the high-stakes world of the United Nations, veteran crisis negotiator Claudia Garcia lives by two rules: control your emotions, and never fall for a colleague. But when she’s partnered with the brilliant and reckless political affairs officer Mateo Reyes to defuse a volatile hostage crisis in South America, the line between strategic alliance and raw, dangerous passion blurs into what she can only call putalocura —a beautiful, terrifying madness. PutaLocura - Claudia Garcia - UN TRiO CON SEXO ...
Mateo grinned. “Good. Sense never saved anyone.”
Claudia stared at Mateo. He smiled, and something in her chest cracked like thin ice.
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“What’s that?”
“Spanish for ‘crazy whore madness.’ It’s what my grandmother called any love that didn’t make sense.” Claudia pulled back, breathing hard. “This doesn’t make sense.”
That was before Mateo Reyes walked into the Situation Room. “I said, ‘Sir, the entire world is a
The Under-Secretary-General cleared his throat. “Ms. Garcia, meet Mr. Reyes. Political Affairs, Latin America desk. He’s your new liaison. You leave in three hours.”
Claudia tackled him in the dust, and the entire UN press corps photographed the moment the ice queen finally melted.
“Julio. He’s not a terrorist. He’s a farmer whose village was bulldozed by a paramilitary group we funded ten years ago. I can get him to talk, but only if you let me inside the negotiation.” But when she’s partnered with the brilliant and
Their romance unfolded in stolen moments between briefings: a shared cigarette behind a sandbag wall, a whispered conversation in a UN jeep’s back seat, a single night in a safe house where they mapped each other’s scars—both visible and hidden. She learned he had a daughter in Barcelona he hadn’t seen in two years. He learned she’d been engaged once, to a doctor in Geneva, and ended it the night before the wedding because she dreamed of landmines instead of cake.