From Italy With Love: Such a summery escape you won't need a holiday!
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'This epic road-trip is full of glamour, romance and sizzling sexual tension, but at its heart is a truly heart-warming tale of self discovery – you’ll not want to miss a moment of it.' – Chick Lit Love
Home-loving Laurie thinks she’s happy – she has a safe, reliable boyfriend and working in her local library is what she thought she always wanted. That is until she inherits a vintage Ferrari from her eccentric Uncle Miles and the conditions of the inheritance are far from simple. To keep the car Laurie will have to drive across Europe with the gorgeous but unreliable Cameron Matthews as her guide… and Cam’s motives for helping are not all that altruistic.
Cam isn’t particularly thrilled about escorting his late pal Miles’ dull mouse of a niece on this wild goose chase but all he has to do is get Laurie safely to Italy and he’s sure the Ferrari is his.
But Uncle Miles had a few tricks up his sleeve and the route he’s planned takes Cam and Laurie on a road trip they’ll never forget. From sampling the delights of the Loire Valley to the breathtaking beauty of Lake Garda, this is one journey that has more twists and turns than either of them could ever have imagined…
funeral, her face set in grim lines. She shot him an unfriendly look. It made him feel a lot better. He had no idea why he was here but he didn’t want to get involved. She clearly didn’t want him to be there either. ‘I’ve asked you both here to relay the terms of Miles’ will. Perhaps you’d both like to take a seat, as the terms are …’ he paused and his eyebrows quirked with suppressed glee, ‘somewhat unorthodox. ‘However, they are legal and Miles went to considerable lengths to ensure that all
caught him and gave him a steely glance before lifting her chin and turning away. ‘What if I don’t want to do it? What am I going to do with a car like that?’ Cam shot her a look. Was she stupid? This was the classic Ferrari, Enzo’s last design. Possibly, no make that definitely, the finest Ferrari ever made. People would kill to own it. ‘Once you’ve completed the trip the car is yours to sell.’ She wrinkled her face. ‘But I don’t want to do the trip. I’ve got a job. Responsibilities. I
question, she could see him smiling and laughing, engaging with each of them, lifting the boy up to take a better look. For a minute she watched him as they all nodded respectfully, hanging on his every word. He answered each question with equal consideration, whether talking to the small boy and gently removing his sticky fingers from the bodywork, a pair of awkward spotty teenagers who were bursting with enthusiasm or the annoyingly know-it-all man who kept chipping in and contradicting the
‘Breakfast,’ said Cam as he strode towards to the tall balcony windows without even glancing at her. ‘Croissant and coffee. Pain au chocolat for you.’ She followed him out onto the sunny balcony to the table where he ripped open the baker’s bags to reveal a glistening croissant. ‘I’m absolutely st—’ His double take lit a slow burn of satisfaction low in her stomach. ‘Wow, you look …’ he swallowed, and looked at her chest, ‘… undressed.’ ‘What?’ she looked down. Shit she’d forgotten to finish
the storm of tears, she felt herself relax and could feel herself dozing off, cocooned in Cam’s arms. She woke to a dual feeling of elation and dread and squeezed her eyes more tightly shut as if that might stop her from facing the day and the consequences of last night. What had she done? Kissing Cam had been sublime and oh so wrong. She still felt little shivers of wanton pleasure scuttle down her back at the thought of those teasing kisses, his mobile lips and strong, hard body. There was