About the Book:
On the precipice of her sixteenth birthday, the last thing lone wolf Cat Crawford wants is an extravagant gala thrown by her bubbly stepmother and well-meaning father. So even though Cat knows the family’s trip to Florence, Italy, is a peace offering, she embraces the magical city and all it offers. But when her curiosity leads her to an unusual gypsy tent, she exits . . . right into Renaissance Firenze.
Thrust into the sixteenth century armed with only a backpack full of contraband future items, Cat joins up with her ancestors, the sweet Alessandra and protective Cipriano, and soon falls for the gorgeous aspiring artist Lorenzo. But when the much-older Niccolo starts sniffing around, Cat realizes that an unwanted birthday party is nothing compared to an unwanted suitor full of creeptastic amore.
Can she find her way back to modern times before her Italian adventure turns into an Italian forever
Excerpt:
Alessandra jerks back like I just
suggested she prance around the square naked or something. “No! I believe I
understand your meaning, and Lorenzo is certainly not my suitor. He is like a brother to me—the three of us grew up
together.”
She resumes walking and I fall in step
beside her, understanding there has to be more to the story. And as we
near the end of the row, I finally ask, “If you’re not into the guy, then
what’s the problem?”
At that same moment, a rich, deep
chuckle hits my ears. My stomach involuntarily clenches and my gaze sharpens on
the back of this mysterious Lorenzo.
Alessandra sighs. “That is the problem.”
She places her hand on my arm and solemnly looks me in the eyes. “You must be
careful. Lorenzo is beautiful, and it is not uncommon for a girl to walk away
from meeting him with a piece of her heart left behind. But he is just
eighteen, and not yet ready for marriage.”
I roll my eyes and laugh, then realize
she’s serious. “Yeah, I assure you, there’s no danger on my end. I’m not exactly
looking for marriage myself.” Because
that would be crazy-town.
Alessandra wrinkles her nose as if she
doesn’t believe me, but she removes her hand. We close the distance and
Cipriano flashes me an open, honest to goodness, lighthearted smile.
“Lorenzo, this is the cousin I was
telling you about.”
Slowly the guy turns and I fall head
first into the richest chocolate-brown eyes I’ve ever seen. He blinks and long,
luscious lashes feather across his bronzed cheeks. I can feel myself gawking,
but I physically can’t drag my eyes away. Lorenzo doesn’t smirk or act all
conceited, either. He simply stares back, his eyes casually skimming over me,
causing my skin to warm and break out in a whole body tingle.
Time seems to stop, and the sounds of
the market mute. Alessandra was right. This boy is beautiful.
And he’s looking at me.
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