Synopsis
What happens when you meet the right guy at the wrong time?When Vincent Alesi’s estranged father dies, he gets on the first plane from New York city to Rome to be at the memorial service. Even if he has to max out his credit card. Even if he hates the man for leaving him. Even if it’s a day before Christmas.
Everything that can go wrong does go wrong, and Vin ends up trusting a complete stranger with all his secrets, even the ones he didn’t know he had.
Luca Romano’s job as a flight attendant takes him all over the world. But a jet-setting lifestyle is not what he wants. His dream of opening his own restaurant is being placed on hold over circumstances beyond his control.
Timing is everything…
When Vin bursts into Luca’s life, both men fall fast and hard. But their lives, their dreams, even the cities they live in couldn’t be more different.
Their few days together in Rome are romantic, emotionally intense, and leave them both wanting more.
Can a fleeting love affair change their lives forever?
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Excerpt
He passed Vin the
shopping bags he was carrying and grabbed the tree, taking it inside his
building. The ancient elevator seemed to be big enough to fit only the tree, so
Luca had the idea to stuff it inside, press the button for the third floor,
then race up the stairs to meet it on his floor. Vin was laughing too hard to
be able to climb the stairs fast enough to catch the elevator, especially
carrying all the shopping bags. When he made it to the second floor he heard
Luca’s colorful curses and the mechanical whirl of the elevator moving again.
“There was nobody
downstairs a moment ago!” Luca cried in outrage when Vin finally joined him on
the third floor.
“I saw an old lady
carrying a Pomeranian walk in when I started up the stairs,” Vin said, panting,
dropping the bags on the floor unceremoniously. “And by the way, I could have
stayed downstairs and sent the elevator up after
you made it to the third floor.” Luca stared at Vin with wide eyes – obviously
that thought hadn’t even occurred to him. “Just saying.”
“Why is there a
Christmas tree in the elevator?” A faint female voice carried up the several
flights of stairs, followed by a dog barking.
“Sorry, Signora
Mortelli,” Luca shouted, leaning over the banister. “The tree is mine. Long
story. Could you please send it to the third floor and I’ll unload it as fast
as I can?”
“Luca Romano, is that
you?”
“Yes, Signora
Mortelli.” He lowered his voice and looked at Vin over his shoulder. “Why isn’t
she pressing the fucking button?”
“I don't know, man.
This whole thing is too ridiculous to try and make any sense of it.”
Luca stared at Vin as
if he couldn't quite grasp what Vin’s problem was.
“When did you come
back, caro?” Signora Mortelli’s voice
carried up the three flights of stairs.
“Yesterday.” Luca
huffed in exasperation, taking his keys out of his pocket and tossing them to
Vin. “This can take a while.” Vin grinned at him as he caught the keys.
“Are you spending
Christmas alone again this year?” The old lady yelled.
“Signora Mortelli,
please just press the button and send the tree back up, please,” Luca called down the stairs, resting his head against the
wooden banister.
Vin unlocked the door,
transferred the shopping bags to the floor inside the apartment, and leaned
against the door frame, curious to see how this would unfold. A sound came from
downstairs, then some banging, the dog barking, and finally the elevator
started moving again.
“Thank fuck,” Luca
muttered, straightening to meet the elevator.
When it arrived at the
third floor, Luca cursed under his breath before schooling his features into a
polite smile and pulling the door open.
“Signora Morelli. How
did you fit in here?”
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About the author
Hi, my name is Teodora and I live in London with my husband and my son. I’ve been writing ever since I can remember, but it became my full time job a few years ago when I decided that everything else I’ve tried bores me to death and I have to do what I’ve always wanted to do, but never had the guts to fully embrace. I’ve been a journalist, an editor, a personal assistant and an interior designer among other things, but as soon as the novelty of the new, exciting job wears off, I always go back to writing. Being twitchy, impatient, loud and hasty are not qualities that help a writer, because I have to sit alone, preferably still, and write for most of the day, but I absolutely love it. It’s the only time that I’m truly at peace and the only thing I can do for more than ten minutes at a time – my son has a bigger attention span than me.
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