#Excerpt ~ RETURN OF THE ITALIAN TYCOON (The Vineyards of Calamanti) by Jennifer Faye… #books #ContemporaryRomance #amreading

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Promoted…to wife? 

Saying “I do” under the Tuscan sun…

Tough tycoon Angelo Amatucci must return to the Tuscan village of his childhood. With a lot of work to do, he brings his dedicated assistant Kayla Hill with him.

As beautiful Kayla falls for the village’s charms, she also discovers a new, very attractive side to Angelo—working with him to secure a wedding contract is blissful torture! Especially as Kayla begins to wonder what it would be like to be Mrs. Amatucci…

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“Welcome to Calanetti Vineyard.”

Kayla glanced around, taking in the neat lines of grapevines. “Does all of this belong to your brother?”

“No. His vineyard is just a small portion of this land, but he produces some of the highest quality wine in the country.”

“And you grew up here?”

“I did.” Angelo pulled the car to a stop in front of a two-story villa. The home featured earth tones that blended in well with the land. “My brother will be expecting us. I phoned him from the airport.”

As if on cue, the front door of the villa swung open and a man stepped out. Kayla did a double take—it was like looking at a slightly younger version of Angelo. The man approached the car wearing an easy smile. His eyes were dark brown like his brother’s, but there was an easiness in them. They were quite unlike Angelo’s dark and mysterious eyes.

When Nico opened the car door for her and held out his hand, she accepted his offer. Then she noticed the biggest difference of all. Instead of her stomach quivering with nervous energy in response to Nico’s touch, she had no reaction at all. What did that mean? How could two men who looked so much alike have her reacting in such opposite ways?

It had to be that Angelo was her boss. That must be it. There was simply no other reasonable explanation for the electric charge that Angelo gave her every time she felt his gaze on her or when their fingers brushed as they passed papers back and forth.

Benvenuta.” Nico’s voice carried a thick, warm Italian accent. When she sent him a puzzled look, he smiled. “Scusi. Welcome.”

She smiled back, immediately liking Angelo’s brother. “I’m so glad to be here.”

“My brother doesn’t bring many visitors home. In fact, you are the first. You must be special—”

“Nico, this is my assistant.” Angelo frowned at his sibling.

Nico’s dark brows rose and then a knowing smile pulled at his lips. “I hope my brother doesn’t work you too hard while you’re in Italy. There’s so much to see. I’d love to give you a tour of the vineyard—”

“She doesn’t have time for that stuff. She’s here to work.” Any hint of the easiness Angelo had displayed in the car was gone—hidden behind an impenetrable wall. “Now where is Marianna?”

“I don’t know.”

“What? Didn’t you tell her that I was on my way?”

“I did.” Nico folded his arms over his broad chest and lifted his chin. “I think that’s the reason she left so early this morning without even bothering to grab a bite to eat. I haven’t seen her since, but then again, I haven’t looked for her, either.”

“You let her walk away—?”

“What did you want me to do? Lock her in her room?”

“Maybe if you’d have done that a while ago, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Nico’s arms lowered and his shoulders straightened. “You’re blaming me for this?”

Angelo’s body visibly tensed. “Yes…no. If only I’d have known something was wrong, I could have…”

“Could have what?”

Kayla’s gaze darted between the two men who glared at each other. It was time to do something and fast. “This certainly is a beautiful place you have here.” She acted as though she were totally oblivious to the torrent of undercurrents. “Angelo told me you produce some of the finest wine in Italy.”

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