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Though the name of her celebration and wedding cake business is up in lights, Bronte Ludlow doesn't care for the trappings of success. All that matters to her is her company, her independence and her heritage,The Dower House. Home to her ancestors since the seventeenth century, no way will she part with it to ‘a man with too much money and no soul’.
Nico Ferranti’s only passions are money and power... He's a man who stopped believing in romance long ago and Bronte's a romantic, yet the attraction sparking between them like fireworks over the Piazza del Popolo stuns Nico.
When Bronte's brother is badly hurt in a car accident in Rome, Nico whisks Bronte to the Eternal City. He wants her and he wants The Dower House and Nico Ferranti always gets what he wants.
But Bronte’s heart has already been broken by one ruthless charmer and although tempted she isn’t about to give up either her heart or her home to the charismatic Italian without a fight!
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About author CC Mackenzie
CC MacKenzie is a wife and mother of three and lives in Cheshire, United Kingdom.
Her first career was as an International Banker where she ran the trade finance department. After meeting her husband, she then married the bank(!) and had over twenty house moves, covering six countries and continents over the following twenty years. During that time she taught a dance fitness programme, ran an interior design business and brought up her family.
Her first book, Reckless Nights In Rome as garnered sixteen five star reviews across Amazon, Goodreads, All Romance Ebooks and Kobo.
An excerpt from Reckless Nights in Rome
She shook her head and he held her gently, his hands stroked her bare shoulders and down her arms.
Slowly he tangled his hand in her hair pulling her head back.
Nerves dried up her throat. Why wouldn’t her brain function?
“Nico, I don’t think this ...”
Those eyes, dark with desire, studied the pulse thundering under her ear and he touched his fingertip to the spot.
“You think too much,” he murmured and lowered his head.
He was going to kiss her, thank God.
His mouth stopped a whisper from hers.
Those eyes asked a silent question as they stared into hers.
And she knew it was up to her to take the next irrevocable step.
Bronte swayed and her mouth found his. Her heart was battering against her ribs, resounding in her ears, while his lips gently tasted her. Slowly he took them both, sinking, into a deep drugging kiss. She had no idea it would be like this. It was all there, the power and the strength. She opened her mouth and he tasted her with thoroughness, so seductive, she almost wept. Swaying together, his fingers explored her neck, moved into her hair, gently tipping her head back to deepen the angle of the kiss. She’d heard of lights flashing before a person’s eyes, but had never experienced the phenomenon until now.
Nico tasted of pure sin and she loved it. Bronte pressed her body against his, tunnelling her fingers through his hair.
Nico caught her bottom lip between his teeth and she groaned into his mouth.
Through narrowed eyes he watched her eyes mist and go dark. A spear of hot and heedless lust shot straight to his loins. Hard and demanding now, his mouth plundered.
Even as she dropped away towards surrender, Bronte’s fingers gripped his hair and held fast.
She heard him groan in his throat, but the sound was muted by the roar of her frantically beating heart. His body was so hard and powerful, his mouth, so hot and potent. Heat flooded and scorched her body from that one point of contact. His hands explored every inch of her naked back and she gave herself up to the sensations pulsing into her breasts and trembling low in her belly. The need to feed and feed warred with the need to give and give.
Her fingertips constantly explored his silky black hair. God, he felt fabulous. Her breath mingled with his, rasping in her throat and those hands drove her out of her mind as they slid under the fabric of her dress, skimmed under her breasts, teasing and torturing, never touching her aching nipples.
Bronte trembled on the brink of the abyss, ready to leap. A voice screamed in her head demanding to know what she was doing. She didn’t even know this man.
Tearing her mouth from his, she gulped in a breath as her world lurched and tipped her out.
“No, Nico ...”
Chest heaving, his heart jack-hammering, Nico laid his forehead on hers.
He’d never meant for it to go so far so fast.
He’d only intended to taste, to enjoy the moment, but it had gone beyond good intentions into something quite, quite different. The silken heat of her mouth, the taste was so sweet; he could have feasted on it.
He closed his eyes shutting out the sight of her, but there was no way to close off his senses, the smell, the taste, or the softness of her silky skin. She was inside him.
A kiss was not nearly enough he realised with dismay as his heart threatened to burst through his ribs. What was supposed to be a light, exploratory kiss designed to lower her defences had turned on him. He’d been ready to prepare her for a long and mutually fulfilling seduction where he set the pace and the tempo. Not this clawing hunger in his loins.
The need to strip her, toss her on the sofa and plunge into her, shocked, even terrified him. He never lost control. Alarm uncoiled in his gut and finally entered his brain.
What was he doing?
Then he lifted his head and looked into her eyes dark and smoky with desire. And he didn’t care what he was doing. He kept his fingers on her face, stroking that soft, soft skin.
“You taste so sweet, even better than I imagined.” His voice sounded harsh and he cleared his throat to catch his breath. Those fabulous green eyes were huge, dazed with confused arousal and God help him, they almost brought him to his knees. She made him weak. The sensation was a unique experience and Nico found he didn’t care for it.
He took a step back.