M. J. Elliott
Chico Kidd & Rick Kennett
EDGE Science Fiction and Fantasy Publishing
$1.50 from The Wild Rose Press
In one of Rome’s trendiest caffè’s, Bianca comes to dance, and escape the loneliness that haunts her world. For many weeks she's been watching a special man, a handsome, charming stranger who dances, flirts, and leaves alone. Bianca is not anxious to fall in love, and yet…. Something about the enigmatic Stefano has captivated her heart, and she is drawn to him in spite of herself. When she finally gathers her courage to ask him to dance, little does she know her entire world is about to change.
FIVE stars: The music by Patrizio Buanne that inspired this story is only part of what is a fabulous tale. Bianca loves to dance; she often makes her way to a particular café to indulge her passion for dancing and music. Although she spends her evenings with myriad dance partners, there is one particular man who has caught her eye. Stefano is a rare man. He is a True Gent. He arrives, dances and leaves. Always alone. When Bianca (finally) summons up the courage to actually talk to Stefano, and then to ask him to dance, the result is amazing. As though they are two halves of the same soul, something special and unique happens between them both on and off the dance floor… Denyse creates characters that are real; the story is enjoyable and has enough romance and fantasy to stir the heartstrings of the most cynical reader. It is tempered with enough realism to make it totally believable. This *really could* happen to you. It is a charming story of romance and the trust that is required between two people embarking on a life changing relationship. A fantastic read, I recommend an hour on the sofa with a latte, and allow yourself to be transported to the magic and romance that is Italia!
02/24/2008 by Lisa Fitzpatrick
FIVE Stars: This is a lovely story inspired by the music of the incredibly talented Patrizio Buanne. Denyse has written a magical romance around Patrizio's song Bella Bella Signorina. She has captured the mood of the song with her excellent narrative which carries you along, breathless, until the final pages when...... well, you'll have to read it yourselves to find out what happens! A beautifully written story. I look forward to many more.
04/14/2008 by Suzanne Hillidge
Lucy’s heart thudded in her chest. She couldn’t quite meet his eyes. His velvety voice, rough yet smooth, caressed nerve endings strung tight like piano wire.
“Lucy,” he said softly. “Who did you wear that dress for?”
Oh, he was good. He knew damn well she’d dressed up for him. In a sudden flash of insight, she realized she wasn’t fooling anyone, especially Rory.
“I know you,” he said, his voice whispering over her. “ScorpioCutie.”
Her breath caught, and her eyes moved to his face. He watched her with the single-minded intensity he saved for naughty co-eds and naughtier computers.
“What did you just call me?”
“You heard me,” he answered huskily.
Silent, her gaze skittered away from his, flying away like a nervous bird before landing on a spot a few feet beyond his shoulder. She considered denying it all. How much could he know, after all? He might be guessing. Then she thought of his heated gaze, those knowing eyes, that flash of insight.
Her skin heated with embarrassment. “How long have you known?”
God! Why couldn’t she just be ScorpioCutie? Why couldn’t she charge over there and throw him down on the grass? What stopped her?
Three words: Lucille Louise Hollister.
“A couple of weeks.”
“How did you find out?”
His heated stare burned her flesh. “You forgot to delete the chat logs.”
Duh! “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”
“Why didn’t you?”
Good question. She didn’t know if he wanted to hear the truth. So she lied. “It was part of the game.”
He lifted a brow. “So this is just a game?”
Lucy nodded, but she couldn’t look him in the eye. He turned to her with predatory grace; stalking her, closing her in, forcing her to lean against one of the metal beams. The cold seeped in from the steel, saturating her skin as a prickle of goosebumps that spread across her body.
He looked like a large feral animal, and she was his prey.
With nowhere to go.
Rory stopped an inch from her. He was so big, towering over her. His hot breath fanned across her cheek. He lifted a finger and ran it down her neck. She couldn’t control the delicious tremor that ran through her...
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