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VANISHED IN VENICE, Italy Intrigue Series - 3
One year after being shot in Italy, Rachel Sanders returns in search of the jeweled cross that triggered a heartbreaking family betrayal. Determined to keep the treasure from her mother’s greedy hands, she’s caught off guard by the interference of an irresistibly charming rival. His unexpected offer to help might be self serving, but she’s thrown into a precarious situation where she can’t refuse...and finds she doesn’t want to anyway.
Nick Marshall has a family legacy to recover and a score to settle. Anyone with the last name Sanders is fair game—until he meets Rachel. She’s gorgeous, smart, sexy, and doesn’t buy one word of his cover story. When their attraction combusts, each kiss makes his deception burn like acid, and he begins to question his end goal.
But they’re not the only ones after the cross. Ruthless players willing to do anything to recover the treasure first put Nick and Rachel’s lives on the line. Despite all the secrets and lies, lines quickly blur between the con and the real deal. Can love survive a double-cross when the mystery is unlocked?
Nick Marshall has a family legacy to recover and a score to settle. Anyone with the last name Sanders is fair game—until he meets Rachel. She’s gorgeous, smart, sexy, and doesn’t buy one word of his cover story. When their attraction combusts, each kiss makes his deception burn like acid, and he begins to question his end goal.
But they’re not the only ones after the cross. Ruthless players willing to do anything to recover the treasure first put Nick and Rachel’s lives on the line. Despite all the secrets and lies, lines quickly blur between the con and the real deal. Can love survive a double-cross when the mystery is unlocked?
EXCERPT:
She straightened her spine for a quick stretch left
and right with her arms over her head, just like when she spent hours hunched
over her jewelry design table at home in Wisconsin.
Back
cracked and muscles slightly relieved, she returned to work. With the next turn
of the page, her heart nearly stopped. There, on the right hand side, taking up
half of the page, was an illuminated illustration of a gold cross encrusted
with diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and sapphires. On the left was a full page
illustration of a priest and a knight standing in front of a large, multi-domed
church. A cross was being passed between the two of them.
The
cross.
Who was giving and who was receiving was not clear
in the picture, but at the end of the bedtime story her father used to tell her
as a little girl, the priest presented the jeweled piece to a mighty Italian knight
for his brave defense of a grand church during an attack by the Imperial Forces
hundreds of years ago.
Yes, that’s how she grew up—bedtime stories of armies
and sieges, knights and princesses, kingdoms and fortunes won and lost. As a kid,
she’d loved the fantasy and romance of her father’s tales. All grown up, they
were just pleasant memories to offset some of the harsher elements of her
childhood.
She skimmed the faded text beneath the picture of
the cross and continued to the next page. Using her phone translation app, she
determined prete meant priest. Best she could translate, his
name was Santo. Father Santo—did they call priests ‘father’ back then? Maybe
not—probably not in Italian. Padre
Santo would work, but the text was too faded to be sure. She’d have to ask Gianna
on that one.
Moving on, she searched for any reference to a
knight, cavaliere, but couldn’t find
anything. There was another name, though, Alessandro
Foscari dell'esercito Veneziano. Her app converted that to Alessandro Foscari
of the Venetian Army, and she wondered if he was the knight from her father’s
story.
Much of the rest of the text was faded, or the
bits of translation she tried didn’t make sense. Maybe Gianna could help her
locate a city, or the name of the church here in Venice where the exchange
might have taken place. They might have archives documenting what had happened
to the cross.
She turned the page back to the images. Names and
translations she’d jotted in her notebook swam in her mind. Suddenly, she
stilled as full reality sank in, that the puzzle pieces in front of her had fit
together to match her father’s story.
It’s actually
real.
It shouldn’t surprise her after the letters he’d
sent full of codes, and his serious request to stay out of it…and yet it did.
Even more unexpected, the confirmation of his fairytale about the jewel
encrusted cross that had vanished in Venice so long ago did more than pique her
curiosity. She felt a pull she couldn’t even begin to describe as she stared at
the page.
Her mother had betrayed them all for this. Not
even the cross itself really, but more the idea of it. The promise.
Maybe if she
could find the actual cross, hold it in her hands, she might be able to
understand why her mother made the choice she had.
Swallowing past a sudden lump in her throat, Rachel
ran white-gloved fingertips over the right page illustration, ever-so-slightly
tracing the golden lines of the jeweled cross. Entranced, she imagined the time
and dedication that went into creating something so intricate and detailed.
The hair on the back of her neck tingled as if a
mystical force had been released. A light tickle of warm air brushed across her
skin, right where her shoulder met her neck. The eerie sensation sent a shiver
down her spine.
Apprehension, or anticipation?
“Beautiful.”
The low voice at her ear made her startle with a shriek
of surprise. Her whole-body sideways jerk bumped the table, knocking the reading
lamp askew.
Nick Marshall reached past her to straighten the
lamp shade as the echo of her cry died in the cavernous room. Then he turned
and propped one hip on the edge of the table, an infuriating smirk curving his lips.
Others at nearby tables who’d cast her annoyed glances for the interruption
returned to their reading.
She slumped back in her chair, hand pressed over
her still-racing heart. “Stop sneaking up on me like that.”
“I can’t help it if you were too busy drooling
over that cross to notice my arrival.”
She glared at him as she realized what he’d seen. Of
course, she knew he hadn’t bought her denials, but him being proven correct so
quickly still sucked.
“I wasn’t drooling,” she snapped, careful to keep
her voice down. “And what the hell are you doing here?”
Hands linked together to rest on his thigh, he
swung his leg back and forth. “I wanted to see if you’d changed your mind yet.”
“I haven’t. Now go away.”
Gianna arrived at the table in a rush. The librarian’s
concerned expression filled with distress at Rachel’s words to Nick. “I
apologize, Ms. Sanders. He said he was with you. I will call security
immediately.”
She whirled around in her sensible yet stylish
leather heels and started back to her desk, her long, dark hair swishing
against her back. Rachel wanted to growl at Nick in frustration. She also
wanted answers. Since she couldn’t make him unsee what he’d already seen, she
called quietly, “Gianna, no. Don’t call anyone. He just surprised me, that’s all.”
The woman turned back, her brown gaze shifting
back and forth between the two of them. Nick spoke in her native tongue, offering
a disarming grin. By the time he finished, the pretty young woman responded
with a tentative smile before turning to Rachel.
“If you are sure?”
Forget growling. She’d rather scream. Again—at the
man who’d caused all the commotion in the first place.
Jaw clenched, smile forced, she assured Gianna,
“Yes, I’m sure. Grazie.”
Nick received another smile from the Italian, then
she continued her retreat. Rachel watched him watch the curvy figure and lost
her patience. She shoved against his leg with her right hand. “Get your ass off
the table—you’ll ruin the book.”
“I’m not anywhere near the book.”
“It’s still rude. You’re not as charming as you
think.”
He flicked that green gaze toward Gianna, and his
lips tugged upward again. “Just enough when needed.” Smile still in place, he
shifted his gaze back to her. “Now, what were you saying earlier at the café?
Something about not searching for a
cross?”
She deliberately ignored his sarcasm and gave his
muscled, jean-clad thigh another smack. “Off.”
He used the toe of his boot to push the
neighboring chair out, then slid off the table and spun to drop into the seat
in one smooth motion.
The guy had some explaining to do.
Rachel glanced around to see how many people were
around to overhear if she had to get insistent. Crap. Enough that she’d have to
keep her voice down. As if to mock her, her stomach grumbled in the quiet.
“Should’ve eaten your breakfast,” Nick commented, sitting forward to reach for the
book. “They were good.”
She grabbed his hand mid-reach. “Not without
gloves.”
He stopped, his whole body going still. She felt the
strength in his hand, noticed the difference in size between them, the tan of
his skin against the stark-white of her gloved fingers. For a second, she met
his gaze, then they each pulled away.
Rachel drew in as discreet a breath as possible.
The guy was not charming, but he had
an effect on her that was difficult to ignore. It was even worse with that sexy
five-o’clock shadow, and the wavy, windblown locks on his forehead, making him
look all rugged and manly. Add in the occasional hint of his ocean-breeze scent
and she was losing it fast.
Pulling herself together, she gently slid the book
to the side farthest away from him. When she turned back, he’d switched to reading
her notes, so she reached to flip her notebook over. The loud slap echoed, and
she fought a grimace at the noise.
“Santo
means saint,” he said. “Was there a
name to go with that?”
“No.” She frowned because she thought it was a name. In the next instant, she turned
to face him with determination. “But we are not talking about that. How did you
know where I was? I made sure you didn’t follow me.”
Alarm flashed across his expression. His gaze
searched hers for a tense moment, then he visibly relaxed and shrugged his
shoulders. “You seem like a smart girl. I figured the library would be your
next logical step in the search, so I gave it a try, and here you are.”
She almost laughed, but was way more annoyed than amused.
“Do women really fall for the bullshit you feed them?”
“Yes.” He grinned, completely unapologetic.
Do not notice how the color of his T-shirt
compliments the color of his eyes.
She turned up her nose. “Well, I am a smart girl, and it’s insulting. Try
again.”
“Okay, fine,” he huffed with an exaggerated sigh.
“Being the creepy stalker I am, I put a tiny little tracking device in your bag
so I could follow you. Is that more believable?”
“Actually, yes. Thank you.” He probably meant it
to sound so outlandish she wouldn’t believe him, but she was going to find the
damn thing the moment she pulled her bag out of the locker. “Next question, who
are you working with?”
Her careful watch caught the subtle tightening of
his muscles as his tension returned.
“What makes you think I’m not in this for myself?”
He reached to casually flip her pencil into a spin on top of the wooden table.
“Oh, I don’t doubt you’re in it for yourself, but
I know someone sent you after my father’s letters because you couldn’t have
known about them yourself.”
“Your brother—”
She reached forward and slapped her hand on top of
the pencil to stop the irritating sound. He raised his eyebrows, and she had to
avoid taking too deep a breath. “My brother didn’t know about the letters Dad
sent until after his whole thing with you in Rome was over.”
“You sure about that?”
“Yes.” But she wasn’t one hundred percent. She and
Ben had talked on the phone in the middle of his crazy journey from Milan to
Rome, just before he made her promise to go stay with Halli and Trent in
California until he returned to the States. They had talked about Dad’s codes,
but she honestly couldn’t remember if the letters came up. Had he been
surprised when she first mentioned them during their talk at the villa?
Then she realized if he had been, it didn’t
matter. Even if she’d mentioned them to Ben before that, there’s no way he
would have told Nick.
She tried a different tactic. “Tell me who you’re
working for and I’ll consider your offer.”
“You’re already considering it, so I’m not really
getting anything out of that deal.”
“That’s how it works with you? You only give if
you get?”
“Not in everything.”
He paused just long enough, then lifted his gaze to hers. “But in this, yes.”
Heat flooded through her at where her mind went
for the first half of his low, suggestive statement. His cocky grin told her he
knew exactly what she was thinking. Damn.
She stood and gathered her notebook and pencil,
then reached for the book to return to Gianna.
Nick reclined back in his chair. “Have dinner with
me tonight, and I’ll answer your questions.”
Dinner with him? She let her gaze skim the long,
lean body sprawled out before her, and pictured the restaurant she’d eaten at
last night. Wine, candlelight, romantic Italian music.
Hell no.
Hugging her notebook to her chest, she faced him
and leaned her hip against the table. “Just dinner?”
It wasn’t like she would actually go, but she couldn’t fake-agree too
fast, either.
He sat up, then stood, a mere two feet away. Then
one. His hand rose to slide along her bare arm in a warm, sensual caress. “Unless
you want more?”
Oh, God.
Heat exploded so frickin’ fast she could barely
breathe. She should move away, but right then, the table was helping her keep
her balance. Besides, he’d already been proven right about the cross. No way was
she going to feed his unbearable ego by falling for his pseudo-charm.
Resisting the urge to fan her burning cheeks with
her notebook, she managed a reasonably cool-sounding, “Dinner is fine. Or
lunch. As you know, I haven’t eaten yet.”
The hint of triumph in his smile reiterated this
was all a game to him. “You can’t handle dinner with me?”
“I can handle it just fine.”
“Good. Then dinner it is.” His hand still skimmed
upward. “I’ll pick you up at your place at seven-thirty.”
“Fine.” She pretended like his touch wasn’t
setting off all kinds of alarm bells in her head. “And now that that’s settled,
tell me who you’re working for.”
His forearm rested on her shoulder, while his fingers
cupped the nape of her neck, and his thumb rubbed small circles over the
sensitive skin right beneath her ear. “Nice try, Rach, but I’m a smart guy,
too. You’ll get yours after I get mine.”
First time he said her name, and he used the shortened
version as if they’d known each other for years. The implied intimacy did
things to her insides, not to mention, his low, sensual voice was making her
stomach bottom out again. His hold on the back of her neck tightened, and he
leaned in. Adrenaline surged at the thought that he was going to kiss her right
there in the library. She made no move to stop him.
Instead, his lips brushed her ear and his bristled
jaw scraped her cheek ever so lightly. “It’s up to you to decide how bad you
want it.”
She swallowed hard, her breath agonizingly shallow.
What little air she managed was filled with his scent. “Maybe I don’t really
want it.”
“You do, or you wouldn’t still be standing here.”
Shit. Were
they even still talking about dinner? Things were fast moving out of her
depth—because part of her was tempted to forget everything she knew about the
thieving deceiver and turn until his mouth met hers.
His other hand came up to cup her cheek. He turned
her head for her, until his face filled her vision.
~~~
Thank you, and happy reading.
~Stacey~
Friday, April 3, 2015
Love is in the Air Blog Hop
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There's nothing quite like the excitement of new love and first kisses...
The initial flush of attraction,
the flutter in your stomach,
the heady increase of your heartbeat as eyes meet,
breath shortens,
and awareness triggers the spread of delicious heat from head to toe.
Here is an excerpt of the first kiss between Halli and Trent in my romantic suspense LOST IN ITALY. While you get the kiss from Trent's point of view, and he obviously gets lost in the moment, you can also spot the moment Halli's wall of reservation crumbles (though she's quick to rebuild it).
She still didn't trust him. After he'd saved her butt twice already. What the hell would it take?
About ten minutes
later, he put a hand on her arm as they reached an intersection. “The station
is down that way about two blocks. I’m parked on the other side a couple
streets away, so we'll have to go around.”
She remained
silent, following his lead without resistance or comment. Finally. When he looked down and caught a look of exhaustion on her
face, he was reminded of the fact that she wouldn’t have had any sleep since
landing in the country.
A twinge of
sympathy increased his step. The poor girl still had a long night ahead of her
once she reached the consulate. And God knew she had to be worried sick about
her brother and sister.
He breathed a sigh
of relief at the sight of his car a few minutes later. “This is it,” he said as
he dug his keys from his pocket.
She slumped
against the passenger side of the Mercedes while he unlocked the door and
opened it for her. She straightened, then stepped back with a soft gasp,
staring over his shoulder. A quick glance located the reason for her alarm and
gave him his own jolt.
Three
intersections away, a police car turned onto their street and slowly drove
toward them. They had no time to run. Nowhere to hide.
Wide blue eyes
staring into his, Halli made a sound of protest deep in her throat. She fought
against his tight embrace, but Trent
knew it had to look authentic. He moved his lips over hers, trying to
communicate his intentions with his eyes. If she'd just relax—
Her foot jammed
into his shin.
“Stop it.”
“Let me go!”
“Just kiss me.”
“No way—”
“Kiss me before I get arrested for
assault,” he growled against her mouth. “Or have you forgotten about the damn
cops?”
She stopped
struggling and her eyes closed. Finally, the little idiot had figured it out.
Going into the
kiss, he had every intention of keeping it an act. No tongue, all show. Keep
his eyes open and once the cop passed, they'd be on their way. But her lips
parted ever so slightly with a soft little sigh, and details began to register
in his adrenaline-high brain. Her curves molded along his body, soft breasts
crushed to his chest, slim hips snug against his.
His peripheral
vision recorded the police vehicle gliding by. The officer didn't even give
them a second glance. When the car continued down the street and turned a
corner, relief tightened his arms around Halli.
God, her lips were
so soft. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of a lipstick-free kiss. Compared
to the women he usually dated, it was a rare, welcome treat. She smelled great,
too, after her shower; all fresh with a hint of flowers. No cloying perfume to
choke his lungs.
One hand slid up
to cup the back of her head, and he discovered her hair was indeed as soft as
it looked. He ran the tip of his tongue along her lower lip as a test,
uncharacteristically cautious with this mistrusting woman who'd resisted him at
every turn. Something else he wasn’t accustomed to. Because, as she’d guessed,
often all it took was a crook of his finger. A wink. A smile.
Her hold around
his neck tightened, pulling him closer as she opened to him without
reservation. Trent forgot the cop; forgot their dire situation; forgot that
earlier he’d claimed she wasn’t his type. He deepened the kiss, pushing his
tongue inside her mouth. His taste buds registered a hint of espresso, but
underneath, she was sweeter than he'd have imagined. Her tongue slid against
his, advancing and retreating, teasing and seducing until his body responded to
the rising passion.
Directly following
that thought he became aware of the fact she no longer clung tight to his
shoulders. In fact, she'd stopped participating altogether. He was kissing her
now, just like at the beginning, but add tongue and minus the resistance. Before
he could more than withdraw his tongue, Halli spoke against his tingling lips.
“Is he gone?”
“Yeah.” He cleared
his throat and put some space between them. “He's gone.”
She smoothed her
hair back from her face and squared her shoulders. “Then let's go.”
Let's go? That's it? What
the hell just happened?
~~~
Lost in Italy is available at all major ebook retailers, as well as book two, Run to Rome.
~~~
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Thank you so much for visiting! Have a great day and happy reading!
~ Stacey
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Friday, February 13, 2015
Addictive Reads Valentine's Day Blog Hop
Hello, and Happy Valentine's Day!
The romance authors of Addictive Reads are sharing the love...
our idea of great gifts, Gift Cards, and lots of books!
My individual blog hop prize is a $10 Gift Card
(winner's choice: iBooks, Amazon, BN, or other ebook retailer)
See below for the Blog Hop GRAND PRIZE LIST
My list of 5 'perfect' gifts:
- Anything that gives me time with my husband. A weekend getaway would be great, but we haven't had one in 22+ years, so I'm not holding my breath. LOL Seriously, with 2 of the 3 kids still at home, an evening out is great, too.
- Someone to clean my house. That would be heaven. I'd have listed that first, but in case the hubby reads this--Look Honey, I listed you first!
- Someone to cook me dinner. Having to figure out what to make each night gets old fast. I love it when I don't have to do the cooking.
- Flowers are nice, but it kills me to know how much they cost around Valentine's Day. My solution is a massage on the actual day, then the flowers a week after would work wonderfully.
- A walk in the woods on a warm, sunny day, or a canoe ride around the lake at sunset (with mosquito spray in tow). Hard to do on Valentine's Day in Wisconsin, but to me that's relaxing and romantic, so there it is.
For your chance to win my individual prize, please leave a comment as to which of my five perfect gifts best fit you. I'll choose a winner using Random.org at the end of the event.
Follow this link to see the list of prizes and how to enter to win in the: ADDICTIVE READS VALENTINE Giveaway Event
- The Grand Prize is a $50 gift card to winner’s choice of restaurant (Olive Garden, Red Lobster, Applebee’s–US Residents); PayPal Cash prize for non-US winners.
- Two lucky readers will win a $25 gift card for ebook store (Amazon, iTunes, Nook, or Google Play — winner’s choice)
- One Winner will receive an Addictive Reads Event Digital Book Giveaway Package, 10 Romance eBooks with value of approximately $35
And make sure you visit the rest of the Addictive Reads Romance Authors who are participating in the blog hop to see who's offering individual prizes as well:
Thanks so much for stopping by! Wishing you a weekend full of love with a special someone, family, and/or friends.
~ Stacey ~
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