They were wrapped in each otherâs arms, and the mouth Abby had wanted from the night they had met was on hers, crushing it.
It was consuming, blatant and fierce, and, unthinking, she opened her mouth in delicious reflex. Matteoâs tongue was straight in and she, too, sought his, like some exotic sword fight, where both were winners as they partook in the deepest, sexiest kiss.
God, he was shameless, Abby thought. And then he took the energy of their kiss and didnât just sustain itâMatteo heightened it. He was hard, and pressing into her, and she could feel every delicious inch. His hands were travelling down to her bottom and pulling her into him. Yet rather than pull back Abby was just as on fire as he.
And then they remembered the rules and pulled their mouths rather than their bodies back.
âWhen we win ⦠we kiss,â Matteo said.
She could live with that. They were breathing so hard, just staring at each other.
âWhen we place, we kiss,â he said, kissing her cheek as if it were her mouth, and that made her laugh. âAnd if we lose,â he continued, making out with her ear, âthen we have to commiserate â¦â
A search for truth and the promise of passion!
For nearly sixty years Italian billionaire Giovanni Di Sione has kept a shocking secret. Now, nearing the end of his days, he wants his grandchildren to know their true heritage.
He sends them each on a journey to find his
âLost Mistressesââa collection of love tokens and the only remaining evidence of his lost identity, his lost history ⦠his lost love.
With each item collected the Di Sione siblings take one step closer to the truth ⦠and embark on a passionate journey that none could have expected!
Find out what happens in
The Billionaireâs Legacy
Di Sioneâs Innocent Conquest by Carol Marinelli
The Di Sione Secret Baby by Maya Blake
To Blackmail a Di Sione by Rachael Thomas
The Return of the Di Sione Wife by Caitlin Crews
Di Sioneâs Virgin Mistress by Sharon Kendrick
A Di Sione for the Greekâs Pleasure by Kate Hewitt
A Deal for the Di Sione Ring by Jennifer Hayward
The Last Di Sione Claims His Prize by Maisey Yates
Collect all 8 volumes!
CAROL MARINELLI is a Taurus, with Taurus rising, yet still thinks she is a secret Gemini. Originally from England, she now lives in Australia and is the single mother of three. Apart from her children, writing romance and the friendships forged along the way are her passion. She chooses to believe in a happy-ever-after for all and strives for that in her writing.
PROLOGUE
MATTEO DI SIONE knew only too well his shortcomings.
He didnât need to have them pointed out to him.
Again.
Summoned by his grandfather, Giovanni, it was with a sense of dread that Matteo drove towards the Di Sione estateâa magnificent, sprawling residence set in the Gold Coast of Long Island.
On the death of Matteoâs parents, Giovanni had taken in the seven orphans that his son, Benito, and wife, Anna, had left behind. For Matteo, then only five years old, this place had become home.
Now he had a penthouse apartment in Manhattan with glittering views of the skyline and the city that never slept at his feet.
This was home though.
For better or worse, this was where his fractured, scattered family met on occasion, or returned to at times.
Now, Matteo assumed that he had been called here to be served a lecture.
Another one.
The previous weekend had been particularly wild, even by Matteoâs licentious standards. The press, who were eagerly awaiting his downfall, had been watching. They couldnât wait for a Di Sione to hit skid row and so had taken delight in reporting Matteoâs million-dollar loss in Vegas on Saturday night. They had, of course, failed to mention that he had recouped the loss twice over by dawn. What hurt him the most, though, was that a prestigious paper had written a very scathing piece.
Arriving in Manhattan this morning, he had gone from his jet to the waiting car and checked the newsâthe headline he had seen had been the one he had dreaded the most.
History Repeats!
There was a photo of him coming out of the casino, unshaven, with his hair falling over his eyes. He was clearly a little the worse for wear. On his arm was a blonde.
Beside that image, there was another, taken some thirty years ago, in the very same year that he had been born.
Benito Di Sione coming out of a casino, unshaven with the same straight black hair falling over the same navy eyes and clearly a little the worse for wear. On his arm the beautiful requisite blonde, who was not Matteoâs mother.