And now we’re all set to become four.
That’s what they said, that’s what they planned.
There’s a sudden shift in the atmosphere as Max and Steve move their attention toward something behind me. Not something. Someone. I turn and stare, my mouth opening and my chin in danger of hitting the floor. The man approaching has long dark-brown hair that falls in waves, reaching to the top of his shoulders. Symmetrical features: an oval-shaped face, topaz-colored eyes (accentuated with eyeliner), and perfectly proportioned bow-shaped lips. He’s wearing shorts that barely cover his pert ass, and his shapely legs are shaved and tanned. James isn’t much taller than me, I guess, and I’m only five foot four. My gaze lingers over the tattoos on his bare arms, the same tats as Steve’s. Shit!
“Good evening,” James’ voice is surprisingly deep for such a compact man, and he speaks with a plummy English accent. “I apologize for keeping you waiting.” It’s like he’s some kind of celebrity making an entrance.
Steve envelops James in a bear-hug. “Let me introduce you to Max and Lauren.”
“Haven’t we met before?” James says to Max. “At Club Complicit, wasn’t it?”
Max laughs. “I’m surprised you remember.”
James’ eyes rove up and down Max’s divine body. “I would never forget a hottie like you.” And he winks, the nerve of the guy!
I clear my throat, and James decides to notice me. “So this is little Miss America, is it? Delightful.”
A blush blooms up my neck. “Pleased to meet you, James,” I lie. “Welcome to Tivoli. I hope you’ll love it here as much as I do.”
“I’m sure I will, darling.” Dahling indeed! James sure is over-the-top theatrical, and I bet there isn’t a sincere bone in his body.
“So, what can I offer you? Prosecco, perhaps?” Max lifts the bottle from the wine cooler. “This is Cartizze from Valdobbiadene.” He pours James a glass. “It’s a match for any champagne you’ll come across. Try it and tell me what you think.”
“We have champers too,” Steve interjects, “but this fizz is fantastic.”
James lifts the flute to his lips and takes a sip. “Mmm. You’re absolutely right. By far the best prosecco I’ve tasted.” And he smiles, a smile that lifts the corners of his mouth but doesn’t engage his eyes; it’s like he’s had a Botox injection.
“So, my dear,” James gives my dress a disapproving look. “I was hoping you’d know the best shops for Italian fashion.”
Four picks up straight off after Three. I loved this book more than Three, it really brings out the emotionally side of the story, other than just the awesome sex scenes. Lauren, Max and Steve and not a threesome I will forget in a hurry.
Really well written and deals with some hard hitting issues, a real rollercoaster of emotions were played out whilst reading this. You really get to connect with the characters and feel along with their joy and heartaches.
Great read, thoroughly enjoyed it.
northern Italy, in a converted artist’s studio with gorgeous views
across the Venetian plain. Originally from the UK, where she was a
languages teacher, Siobhan occasionally leaves her writing cave when
she has visitors, and likes nothing better than plying them with
prosecco and introducing them to the dolce vita.
An avid reader of all genres of romance, she loves writing about
strong heroines who know what they want and aren’t afraid to go for
it, and hot alpha males with loving hearts.