Hearts & Scribbles

On the 8th Day of Christmas…

Welcome to the 8th day of my newsletter subscriber Christmas party. It’s my chance to say thank you to so many fabulous readers/friends. I had a lot of fun putting together the party. I hope you enjoy it too. :-) The gifts includes books, Amazon Gift Cards, a Kindle Fire and more…

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And on the 8th Day of Christmas, the winner is… Heather Rizzuti.

For Heather’s Christmas gift, she got to pick one of my books.

She chose… THE PLAYBOY OF ROME (The DeFiore Brothers, book 1).

BLURB:

Taming the Italian playboy... 

Lizzie Addler's dream of working in Italy is about to come true--that is if she can convince passionate Italian chef Dante DeFiore to keep his side of their bargain. Dante might be hotter than the Italian sun, but he's as cool as ice toward Lizzie... 

Dante hasn't the time to pander to Lizzie's dreams of culinary fame--he has a restaurant to run! But as Lizzie proves herself to be a spectacular addition to his kitchen--and to his life--Dante wonders...can he keep her forever?

 

EXCERPT:

“Scusa.”

Dante DeFiore stepped into the path of a young woman trying to skirt around the line at Ristorante Massimo. Her long blond hair swished over her shoulder as she turned to him. Her icy blue gaze met his. The impact of her piercing stare rocked him. He couldn’t turn away. Thick black eyeliner and sky-blue eye shadow that shimmered succeeded in making her stunning eyes even more extraordinary.

Dante cleared his throat. “Signorina, are you meeting someone?”

“No, I’m not.” “Really?” He truly was surprised. “Someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t be alone.”

Her fine brows rose and a smile tugged at her tempting lips.

He smiled back. Any other time, he’d have been happy to ask her to be his personal guest but not tonight. Inwardly he groaned. Why did he have to have his hands full juggling both positions of maître d’ and head chef when the most delicious creature was standing in front of him?

He choked down his regret. It just wasn’t meant to be. Tonight there was no time for flirting—not even with this stunning woman who could easily turn heads on the runways of Milan.

He glanced away from her in order to clear his thoughts. Expectant looks from the people waiting to be seated reminded him of his duties. He turned back to those amazing blue eyes. “I hate to say this, but you’ll have to take your place at the end of the line.”

“It’s okay.” Her pink glossy lips lifted into a knowing smile. “You don’t have to worry. I work here.”

“Here?” Impossible. He’d certainly remember her. By the sounds of her speech, she was American.

“This is Mr. Bianco’s restaurant, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is.” “Then I’m in the right place.”

 

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