About
the Book
Title:
To Rome with Love
Author:
Mandi Benet
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
When
Gaby Conte’s Italian husband, Danieli, abandons her for a young
Peruvian waitress at a restaurant they co-own in San Francisco, Gaby
seeks refuge in Rome with her best friend Maria. There, she swears
off romance for a long while and Italian men forever. That’s until
she meets Silvio, who belongs to an old, aristocratic Roman family
and lives in a palace alongside the best private art collection in
Rome. Silvio, who is the cousin of Maria’s husband, is going
through his own divorce. He’s gorgeous, of course, which Gaby
doesn’t tell him. And arrogant and condescending, which she does.
The last thing Gaby needs is more Italian trouble, but the attraction
is instant and powerful, and against the backdrop of one of the
world’s most romantic cities, both try—and fail—to resist the
chemistry between them.
But both Gaby and Silvio have made a rule never to make the mistake
of trusting in love again. Will they realize some rules are made just
to be broken?
Author
Bio
Mandi
Benet grew up in England
and published her first piece of fiction when she was twelve. She has
been scribbling away ever since as an award-winning journalist—
covering everything from the Democratic Convention to the Oscars for
major American national newspapers and magazines— and as an author,
writing women’s fiction and contemporary romance with rich,
original characters. Mandi
is a member of RWA National and the San Francisco branch of RWA.
Links
https://twitter.com/MANDYSCRIBEISTA
Silvio pivoted to toss the tissue into the garbage, and then turned
back. He stood rooted in place, watching her. Gaby shivered. Waited. Waited
some more. She knew she should run but she couldn’t move. She felt locked to
that room. Locked to this man.
He stretched out his hand and stroked her cheek softly with his
thumb. Goose bumps immediately broke out on her arms. He saw them and smiled,
quirking an eyebrow at her in amusement. Her skin felt feverish now, and she
could feel moisture settle between her breasts.
Silvio ran his knuckles along her jawline, gently caressing her
skin, and then moved to her lips, lips she hadn’t much thought about until now,
until he touched them, until he made them burn. With one finger, he traced
their outline, dipping in and out of the perfect Cupid’s bow that crowned them,
and then sweeping along the seam.
His own lips parted and he stared into her eyes. Was he asking for
permission? She couldn’t give it to him. Her mouth was as dry as a crouton and
her brain wasn’t working too well.
The air around them pulsed and thickened and Gaby stood as still as
a hot summer noon, her heart slowing to thick, solid beats. The banked fire in
his gaze sent electrical charges zipping through her, and she felt desire spring
crazily within her. She didn’t even like this guy, right? But she saw the lust
in his eyes and wanted more. Maybe it was the heat, or too much Chianti the day
before, or the fact that Rome exuded a widescreen romance impossible to resist,
but only a thin slice of air
separated them and, suddenly, she couldn’t wait for
Silvio to breach it. She could feel his breath warm on her temple, see his
nostrils flare wide, feel him ready to pounce like a lion spotting a limp. She
closed her eyes in readiness and before she knew it, he had bent toward her and
crushed her mouth to his.
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