Anthony has spent his entire adult life chasing Christine, but
she never allows herself to be caught. Once he finally stops searching
for her, he runs into her on a business trip to Florence.
He knows it can only end as it always does, with her walking
out and him heartbroken. Nevertheless, he follows her back to
her hotel, where he learns a shocking secret that can turn their
entire relationship upside down...
What other people are saying...
The Streets of Florence is well written and the love scenes
are really hot. Since Christine kept on running away from Anthony,
I feel that it would have added a lot to the story if we had
known why. Having said that, the internal as well as the external
conflict between Christine and Anthony added a lot of depth
to their story and fueled the intensity of their passion.--Kerin
at Euro Reviews
Excerpt
In the church, Anthony took her arm and pushed her against
a stone column, hiding them from the entrance and partially
obscuring them in ancient shadows.
“What…?”
He blocked her protest with his mouth, tasting chocolate, cherries,
and heat. He pinned her against the stone with his body, devouring
her mouth, attacking her ruthlessly with his tongue and teeth.
Christine didn’t hesitate to respond. She never did.
But she didn’t want to kiss him. She wanted to fight him.
She wanted to hurt him. She wanted to take her shot, and she
didn’t want to pull any punches. Her lips were rough, harsh,
and unyielding. Anthony grabbed her shoulders, pulled her forward,
and then pushed her into the column, hard enough to get her
attention. Christine responded by digging her nails into the
back of his neck, but she softened beneath him, allowing him
to kiss her with a bit of tenderness, even if he didn’t
mean it. He plundered her mouth until his chest tightened and
he needed to step away from the way she smelled, and felt, and
tasted.
Christine rubbed her mouth with the back of her hand, wiping
away the smeared lipstick. He gently touched his bottom lip
with the tip of his tongue—it felt sore, even bruised.
“Going to fuck me on the altar?” she spat out. “What
would your dear old mama say?”
Anthony’s fists curled at his side. He knew he would never
do it, but he thought he could fuck her on the altar. Could
do it easily, right that second…
