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Category:
Romance
Type: Fiction
Pages: 224
Copyright: July 27,2009
ISBN-13: 9781607480037
She left it all behind to begin a new life in Venice, Italy. Her ex-lover wants her back and begs to see his lovechild, who he denied. Now she’s in the middle of two loves—one genuine, one not. She becomes a mob target and her ex-husband, a NY mob boss jets to her aid. See how STEPHANIA turns the hand fate dealt her around, with her daughter’s support, confessions and a new love.
“Bella, we love, we hate, we laugh, we cry—we even get hurt, but life is a flower and it will die sooner or later. That is why we must enjoy the scent, the beauty and the excitement of life. Accept love when it’s given to you from the heart. Ah, maybe it sounds better in Italian,” he said with a chuckle.
....He offered a cigar to Adriano and said in a cocky way, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, what girl?” Adriano became enraged, “It’s one thing to play games with the police, and it’s another to play games with me. You don’t want a war on your hands, not for this. This girl did nothing to you, your brother or nephew. You wanna threaten somebody? Or maybe whack somebody? Then whack Marco. But you won’t…will you. To whack or terrorize Marco would only bring forth a war you would lose, because his family is stronger than yours. Si? You don’t have to say a word…I already know the answer. Let me tell you one thing. My war, with your family, will obliterate every single one of you…
...They stepped into the old-fashioned house elevator and he watched her intensely as she leaned against the frosted glass wall of the elevator. She wet her lips and moved her head slowly to one side exposing her neck as she rubbed it slowly with her fingers and then moved her hand down her neck, to her chest and played with the diamond pendant as she bit her lip slightly never taking her eyes off of him. She began to rock her left leg to the side and back and rested her head on the glass wall and slowly placed her well manicured forefinger in between her wet shining lips and bit down gently on her forefinger gazing into his eyes sending him clear messages of want, need, desire and lust.
“Always remember one thing Leojandro, I loved you and asked for so little in return. Not your property, not your money or gifts. All I expected in return—was love, honesty and trust. I loved you with all of my heart and I allowed you to use me thinking it was love and that was foolish of me. But no one will ever love you as much or completely as I did and you know it. Just go away and leave me alone. Be happy with your putan and wife. Forget about me and Christina, we don’t measure down to your type of people.”
Excerpt
‘Stephania—please meet me underneath the Gothic arches of the Pescheria—please—I know you’re here somewhere and I must see you. Meet me at 4pm today. My sweet kitty, my sex kitten please I will be there. I will wait for you. Leojandro.’
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