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Today the conclusion to the Bartolini Legacy is available.
Read Enzo’s dramatic story in…
THE ITALIAN’S UNEXPECTED HEIR
Her baby surprise proves…
…that one night will never be enough!
Reeling from the secrets that have torn his heritage apart, Enzo Bartolini is set on selling his family’s Tuscan vineyard and trying to forget the impulsive, dazzling night he and best friend Sylvie shared in Paris. While the sale moves forward, the thrilling awareness between him and Sylvie is harder to move past…especially when she upends Enzo’s world by revealing she’s carrying his baby!
Here’s what readers are saying about THE ITALIAN’S UNEXPECTED HEIR:
“This book swept me away from the beginning and had me sighing at the conclusion. This was the perfect romantic story. Friends to Lovers, one of my most favorite tropes. Enzo and Sylvie were such a special duo, an absolute joy seeing their love blossom.” Goodreads
5 Stars “I adored Sylvie! She was vulnerable, yet strong. She was trying to make a new life for herself, her own way in life, and she found it at the Bartolini vineyards…” Bookbub
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EXCERPT / Prologue – Part 13
Not thinking through the consequences of her actions, she leaned forward, closing the distance. She pressed her lips to his. There was a distinct and swift intake of air on his part.
She’d surprised him? Really? She may be a virgin but that didn’t mean she was totally naive. She’d seen the way he’d been looking at her tonight when he didn’t think she was paying attention.
Her body trembled with nerves as her lips moved over his unmoving mouth.
No. Please. This can’t end like this.
Inside, her heart was starting to crack. It had taken every bit of nerve to work up to this moment. She knew if she didn’t make the first move, he never would.
And just when she thought he wasn’t as into her as she’d thought, he reached out to her. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her to him. She followed his lead, letting her hands come to rest on his shoulders—his muscled shoulders gained from long hours of toiling the soil at the vineyard.
His lips moved over hers at a dizzying pace. Her heart beat so fast she thought it was going to pound its way out of her chest. She’d been kissed before but nothing like this. Those had been inexperienced schoolboys who’d only pretended they knew what they were doing, but Enzo, he knew exactly what he was doing. And she wanted him to show her more, much more.
Enzo pulled back. His breathing was ragged. He pressed his forehead to hers. “Sylvie, I… I—”
“Don’t say it.” She knew he was going to apologize for kissing her and it would ruin this moment—this very precious moment.