He’s lured her back. Will she take the bait?
He believed their passion could never fade. Yet it’s a year since Matteo De Laurentis lived with his gorgeous, talented, obstinate wife. Angela insists they’re mismatched, but Matteo refuses to give up the only woman he’ll ever love. Italy’s sexiest leading man is determined to get his wife back. By whatever means necessary.
Angela is desperate to avoid working on this film with the handsome, charismatic actor-turned-director who happens to be her estranged husband. It was a mistake ever to think she could hold her own in his glamorous world. But now she’s trapped in Venice, unable to escape the one man who turns her brain to mush and her body to a blaze of passion.
Is Matteo taking revenge to a whole new level, taunting her with everything she’s given up? Or is this seductive torture as difficult for him as it is for her? She can only pray he never discovers her secret weakness – that she’s still desperately in love with him.
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“OMG the pages just about sizzle with this fabulous journey to a sensual steamy HEA … WOW what a beauty of a story this is, it is just so moving, sensual and sizzling and it had me smiling and sighing, a gorgeous reunion for a gorgeous couple. Thank you MS West for a story that took me to a happy place and will keep me there for a long while.” ~ Helen S, Romance Book Haven
“I have really enjoyed this series of novellas and this was no exception. The romance was sweet, the smexy was hot, and the ending satisfying.” ~ Fiona, Amazon
“The Italian’s bold reckoning by Annie West was such a delightful wonderful journey of discovery of oneself and the real meaning of trust loved it.” ~ Jan Van Engen, Facebook
““The Italian”s Bold Reckoning” is part of the Hot Italian Nights series but stands on its own. The story is short, engaging and very, very sexy. Matteo and Angela have a simmering chemistry that the author exploits right to the very end. Love and lust intertwine as each character faces the past as well as the future. Great afternoon read. I highly recommend the entire series.” ~ Emma, Night Owl Reviews Top Pick!
“Great story and vivid story line. Loved the fast pace of the book. ~ Marie, Amazon
Unable to resist any longer, he turned.
There she was, watching him. Reaction smacked him square in the gut. It was like taking a step onto a bridge and finding it wasn’t there, that instead he was in freefall.
She was gorgeous. More gorgeous than he remembered.
He’d fallen for a woman who hid her natural beauty, who dressed in neutral colours as if trying to blend into the background. But Matteo had seen beneath the camouflage.
There was no camouflage now. She wore a jacket the colour of amber that glowed like a beacon in the shadows of the alley. Long boots and closely-fitted jeans hugged her slim legs, making her a magnet for any red-blooded male.
Her face was flawless, her eyes wide and those lips… Matteo shivered, recalling the taste of her pouting mouth, and the wicked, wicked things she’d done with it. She might be reserved with strangers, but Angela was a passionate woman.
His heart clenched.
How he’d missed her!
He couldn’t believe they’d come to this, after all they’d meant to each other. He’d been reduced to using her contractual obligations to get her in the same city as him!
‘Matteo? Are you okay?’
‘Of course.’ He turned to Gina, now shrugging into warmer clothes. ‘We’re finished here. Why don’t you head back?’
Her gaze strayed over his shoulder and he read her curiosity, but Gina merely nodded and turned away.
Hauling much-needed air into his lungs, Matteo turned and instantly froze. Angela had her arm on the cameraman’s arm. She was leaning in, smiling at him.
Matteo wanted to break the guy’s legs and throw him in the canal!
Another breath, deeper this time, as he pulled on an expression of calm. But his stride was quick as he crossed to the pair.
Each step revealed something new. Her hair, once light brown with warm honey tints, was now sleeker, a pale blonde. She’d grown it too. It fell in tempting waves past her shoulders, down towards her pert breasts. At her throat, on a narrow black ribbon, glinted a golden heart locket.
Matteo’s gaze narrowed on it. Who’d given it to her? Whose photo rested inside?
The instant fizz of fury propelled him forward, just in time to hear her say to the scrawny cameraman, ‘But then I’m yours.’.
Like hell she was!
Matteo had prepared for this meeting carefully. He’d planned to be calm and relaxed, putting her at ease, charming her into trusting him. But all that flew out the window when she looked up into Davide’s dazzled eyes with the sort of smile she’d once reserved for Matteo.
Before the cameraman could speak Matteo stepped between them, his hand shooting out to encircle her wrist, warm and fragile, tugging it away from the other man.
Instantly she drew a sharp, hissing breath. Her head swung round, eyes widening and pupils dilating as she saw him. Those soft brown eyes had once, too long ago, looked adoringly at him. And he, like a fool, had thought they always would.
Matteo had learned his lesson. He took nothing for granted anymore.
‘Hello, Angela.’ His face felt tight as he smiled. Was he smiling or grimacing? He didn’t give a damn.
He turned to the lanky crew member who, up till this point, he’d been so pleased to have work on this project. Now Matteo wished him to the devil, despite his cinematic skill.
All trace of a smile disintegrated as he stared at the other man. ‘I see you already know my wife.’
Copyright Annie West 2017