Tuesday, May 20, 2014



Tracy Mathews lives life by the perfect moral code.

After graduating magna cum laude in Marketing, she travels to the fabled churches of Santorini to capture the unspoiled sunset, only to find a masquerade wedding about to begin. Tracy is persuaded by her younger sister to crash the ceremony. While donning a mask in Greece, she encounters a magnetically charming, handsome Italian, who entices her deepest desires.

After a brief and mysterious rendezvous with future promises made, she returns home only to realize her dreams of the perfect man have been shattered—until an unexpected job opportunity presents itself in Italy.

Vincent is a fifth generation winemaker in the rolling hills of Tuscany. On the verge of losing his family’s estate, will Tracy Mathews, an up and coming marketing entrepreneur, be exactly what he needs to save his family heritage and his broken heart?

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Giovanni reached behind her nape, searching through the long layers of dark hair. She
felt a gentle tug on the ribbon of her mask. Tracy’s eyes popped open and she drew in a hissing
breath. “Wait.”
“No?” he questioned.
“Do you mind if we…can we take them off…later?” As the words slipped from her lips,
she wondered what she meant by later.

If she’d been thinking rationally, she would’ve phrased it
differently, but the wine seemed to be clouding her common sense.
“Si`, if that is what you would like?” He said slowly, choosing his words carefully.

Did I just offer to have sex with him? Her gaze dropped to her lap, blinking repeatedly
replaying her exact wording.
Catching the underside of her chin with the crook of his finger, he assured in a quiet tone
as if he were reading her thoughts, “We can take them off later…if that is what you would like.

Or we don’t have to take them off at all. That is up to you.”
Dear God, I did just offer to have sex with him. Her morals started to unravel as her gaze
traveled down his shirt front one button at a time. Wild images of what lay beneath the fine
fabric of his dress shirt sent a jolt of heat to her—

He made a quiet sound of amusement. “Or we could simply leave them on later. They are
very…mysterious.” He rolled the r with the most sensual undertone she’d ever heard in her life.
Spasms scattered, reaching deep inside to a tender vulnerable place.

Tracy trembled all over. She was unsure if they were from nerves, desire, trepidation or all
of the above.
Unfortunately, the tremors rolling though her limbs were not transparent.
Giovanni took note of her discomfiture, rubbing the length of her arms for warmth.
“You’re shaking, Amore
“It’s just…I’m not…I don’t—“ Tracy rolled her eyes in frustration at her silly

Reaching for the glass of wine, she slid the stem between two fingers and took a
swallow. “I’ve never taken my mask off on a first date.”
The rubbing came to a halt.

#1 Bestselling Author Beverly Preston has been a stay at home mom for 21 years, although she prefers the title Domestic Engineer, raising her four amazing kids. As her children begin to venture out on their own, she's left to shed a tear--for a minute--wonder what's next in life, and embrace the feeling of empowerment that surely must've been wrapped in a present she received on her fortieth birthday. 

If Beverly isn't at home riding her spin bike, you'll find her spinning richly emotional and sinfully sexy romance stories. 

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