Falling For The Venetian Billionaire
An Italian escape, and a chance to love again?Ginger Lawrence’s heart goes wild when she meets Vittorio Della Scalla on a magical trip to Venice. As the billionaire whisks her around his city, widow Ginger finds she is falling for her gorgeous guide, and loving someone again suddenly seems possible…
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An Italian escape...
A chance to love again?
In this Holiday with a Billionaire story, Ginger Lawrenceâs heart goes wild when she meets Vittorio Della Scalla on a magical trip to Venice. As the billionaire whisks her around his city, widow Ginger finds she is falling for her gorgeous guide, and loving someone again suddenly seems possible. Except Vittorio isnât free to love herâheâs imprisoned by guilt. Could Ginger hold the key to unlocking his heart?
REBECCA WINTERS lives in Salt Lake City, Utah. With canyons and high alpine meadows full of wildflowers, she never runs out of places to explore. They, plus her favorite vacation spots in Europe, often end up as backgrounds for her romance novelsâbecause writing is her passion, along with her family and church. Rebecca loves to hear from readers. If you wish to email her, please visit her website at www.cleanromances.net.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07776-7
FALLING FOR THE VENETIAN BILLIONAIRE
© 2018 Rebecca Winters
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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To my darling daughter, Dominique, who lived and studied in Italy in her late teens. Like Lord Byron, she fell in love with it.
Contents
AFTER A MORNING of driving his ski boat for his sister and her friends, thirty-year-old Vittorio Della Scalla, finance director of the Della Scalla Shipping and Passenger Lines Company in Venice, Italy, announced he had to get back to the office.
His twenty-four-year-old sister, Maria, padded up to the front. âPlease take Paola one more time,â she begged out of earshot. Mariaâs best friend, Paola Coronna, was the same age as Maria, and both of them worked at the Della Scalla travel agency. âSheâs been practicing on her slalom ski and is dying to show you her front flip.â
Very few skiers could manage it, but Paola and her brother, Dario, who was a year younger, had always been a handful, if not willful at times. He shook his head. âIâm late for work now.â
Mariaâs gray-blue eyes pleaded with him. âDo it for me, Vittorio. Paola is crazy about you and wants to impress you.â
That was the last thing Vittorio wanted to hear, but it was the end of vacation for everyone. Since it was September, he wouldnât be coming out to the family villa on the Lido di Venezia again this year. Before he spent more time here, it would probably be late spring of next year when the weather started to warm up.
Letting out a groan, he murmured, âBene,but this is the final run. You and Dario are the spotters, remember. Donât take your eye off her for a second!â
âGrazie.â Maria kissed his bronzed cheek and walked back to tell the others.
