When in Rome
By J. Lynn Rowan
GENRE: Contemporary Romance, Chick Lit
BLURB:
Atlanta-based
photographer Kate Miller doesn’t believe in fairytale romance or relationships
of the forever kind. She’s determined to build her own happiness through hard
work and professional success. So, when the opportunity arises to join an
exclusive fashion photo shoot in Rome, she jumps on the chance to gain
international recognition. But she’s not counting on an instant attraction to
the charismatic, sexy, and irritatingly arrogant director of the shoot.
World famous, Domenic Varezzi is used to calling the shots. His clients trust his instincts and they’re willing to pay for the best. But while his career is thriving, his personal life has been lackluster at best. Hoping Kate could be the answer he’s been looking for, he’s determined to win her over. Every challenge she sends his way drives him to break through her tough-as-nails exterior to reach the vulnerable heart that matches his own.
Surrounded by the beauty and magic of Italy’s “Eternal City,” a foundation begins to form that could lead to a lifetime partnership, both in business and in love. Until Domenic’s past comes back to haunt the present and threatens to destroy everything.
World famous, Domenic Varezzi is used to calling the shots. His clients trust his instincts and they’re willing to pay for the best. But while his career is thriving, his personal life has been lackluster at best. Hoping Kate could be the answer he’s been looking for, he’s determined to win her over. Every challenge she sends his way drives him to break through her tough-as-nails exterior to reach the vulnerable heart that matches his own.
Surrounded by the beauty and magic of Italy’s “Eternal City,” a foundation begins to form that could lead to a lifetime partnership, both in business and in love. Until Domenic’s past comes back to haunt the present and threatens to destroy everything.
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EXCERPT:
I accept the handshake. But a split
second into it, as our gazes lock, his grip softens around mine. A slow warmth
seeps down my arm and melts into my chest. My lungs seize, and Domenic’s throat
works briefly as if he can’t quite swallow.
This is not what I signed on for.
Panic sets in. I slide my hand from
his and cup it around the bowl of my glass. The wine burns a little as I take
too big a gulp, but I manage not to cough. Domenic, too, has retreated into his
glass, but whatever just passed in that handshake hangs over us.
“So,” I say in a voice too close to
a whisper, sending a sidelong glance his way, “do you always wander around
hotels at night with two glasses and a bottle of wine?”
“Only when there’s a chance I might
run into a pretty girl.”
I snort into my glass, relieved that
the spell seems to be broken.
Domenic’s grin returns. “Why is that
funny?”
“The last person to call me a pretty
girl was my great-uncle, and I think I was ten years old at the time.”
He chuckles. “Beautiful woman,
then.”
The unexpected compliment sets off a
flurry of butterflies deep in my stomach. Suddenly breathless, I drain my glass
and set it down, then reach for my laptop and close the screen. “Now you’re
just making fun of me.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
Chair legs scrape as we both push
away from the table, me ready to bolt, him rising to placate me before I can.
We stand facing each other, nearly as close as we were in the studio this
afternoon. Taking a deep breath, I stare at his chest for a minute. Once my
wild heartbeat and those damn butterflies settle, I tip my head back to meet
his gaze.
“What are you doing on Sunday?” he
asks before I can speak.
I stutter for a minute, unable to
look away from his eyes. “Sightseeing, probably. We have the whole day off.”
“Maybe I’ll join you.”
My throat feels tight again.
Nodding, I skirt around him, choking out something that sounds like, “Good
night.”
His fingers touch my arm as I pass.
“Good night, Kate.”
Head spinning, I clutch my laptop
against my chest and rush to the terrace doors. I look back when I reach the
doorway, only to find him watching me, his thumbs hooked in his pockets and a
half-smirk on his face.
A face I find too handsome for my
own good.
Still, I wave at him, wiggling my
fingers like a silly teenager who sees her crush across the cafeteria. My face
burns as I whirl, practically sprinting across the dark breakfast room to the
hallway and stairwell.
AUTHOR BIO:
J.
Lynn Rowan started writing stories as a small child, usually starring her
favorite cartoon characters. Most of her work through middle and high school
was filled with typical teenage angst and melodrama, and usually mirrored the
books she loved to read. But eventually she found her own author’s voice and
decided to seriously pursue a writing career.
Historical
fiction remains J. Lynn’s “first love”, but she has enjoyed the journey to
becoming an author of romance and chick lit. She is a member of Romance Writers
of America, the Central New York Romance Writers, and the Historical Novel
Society. She is also a teacher who tries to instill a love of learning,
reading, and writing in her students.
When
she’s not writing, J. Lynn enjoys travelling, gardening poorly but
enthusiastically, studying various topics in American history for her own
expertise, and channeling Julia Child every time she steps into the kitchen.
A
native of Oswego, NY, she now lives in Charlotte, NC, with her own Romantic
Hero of a husband and the most adorable baby on the planet.
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