Hearts in
Florence
By A.M. Willard
Coming March 22,
2016
Synopsis
Raven Bloomberg finds herself stuck in Florence, Italy
during a holiday weekend. One meant for lovers, not lonely art gallery
assistants sharing the last hotel room with a dark and mysterious stranger.
She decides to loosen up and enjoy what the city has to
offer. The only problem is; she may be enjoying herself a little too much.
Pierce Ashton's eyes are set on Raven Bloomberg, the
sexy yet reserved blonde that pushes him to limits he never expected. Will
their thirst be enough to continue the love affair once back in the states?
Will these two souls go back to living life as they
did before, or embrace the passion ignited in the opulent streets of Florence.
Find out now in author A.M. Willard's contemporary
romance novella, Hearts in Florence, which is best enjoyed with an Italian
Merlot.
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About A.M. Willard
A.M. Willard is a true believer of soul mates, and
happy ever afters. She enjoys reading, sailing, and of course writing
contemporary romance with some saucy scenes. Releasing her first novella of the
One Night Series on April 12, 2014 has sent her on a new journey in life.
A.M.'s passion for writing started at a young age, but
with the love and support from her husband of eighteen years pushed her to
follow her dreams. Once she hit that first publish button, she hasn't looked
back.
Publications available from A.M. Willard include the
Chances Series, Love on the Screen, and everyone's favorite, the One Night
Series. She's also had an article published in the Writer's Monthly Review
Magazine and was just accepted into the Romance Writers of America organization
in May of 2015.
A.M. Willard was born and raised in the Panhandle of
Florida, but resides in Savannah GA with her husband, son, two cats, one rotten
dog, two goats, and her six chickens. Yes, we said chickens...
Where to Find A.M.
Excerpt
“Come, I want to show you my favorite section here,”
he says while dragging me behind him. Now it’s as if he’s a kid in the candy
store. Laughter escapes from me while I’m being pulled. I glimpse back and
forth between everything as it’s covered in greenery and wonder what it
would’ve been like back in the day. As we slow, I notice the Ragnaie up ahead,
and I pray that he’s going to say this is his favorite spot. I really want to
walk underneath it.
“You coming?” he asks, tilting his head in that
direction. I offer the biggest goofy smile ever and follow along. I take in the
green trees that cascade over the gravel path making a canopy above our heads.
The sunlight peers through open sections of the trees above, creating a
spotlight effect down toward the road as we walk along. Pierce takes my hand
into his and squeezes it a little more than he has before. I close my eyes and
glide through as I imagine being here with my fiancé or lover in the future. We
could come here for him to kneel down and propose to me, or to celebrate our
first year of being wed.
I stop and breathe in the air around us. I want to
memorize this moment for as long as I can. I want to remember exactly what it
smells like, the sounds of the birds chirping, and the slight creaking of the
branches. I picture that it’s the sound of the branches intertwining more into
each other, forming a tighter bond than before. The hopeless romantic in me
wonders if that’s the sound that two lovers’ hearts make. When two people who
love each other unconditionally grow old together, do their branches mend
together to make a canopy of their souls?
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