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This is the ultimate romantic love story. This is the most tragic love story.
A life of Love. A life with Love. His Love.
The Love ~ L’amore.
File I for intense. Lexi and Lucca’s relationship is so intense and all-consuming, they barely have time to catch their breath.
Following her passionate, whirlwind romance in Tuscany, Lexi has finally learned how to trust, finding true love and happiness with Lucca Caruso.
File E for earth-shattering. Lexi is about to experience the sexiest, earth-shattering eroticism with her insatiable Italian God, Lucca.
Lucca builds Lexi’s confidence and encourages her to lose her inhibitions with his ‘ask-get’ approach. He teaches her to ask for the desires that she lusts for, and he’s all too willing to give her his sexual gifts of the day.
They have no boundaries.
They have each other.
They live for one another.
File T for timeless. Their love transcends time. He is her always. She is his forever.
Lucca promises to love, cherish, support, and protect his dolcezza. Recent discoveries leave Lexi feeling anxious and uncertain, until Lucca indulges her in romance, adoration, and tender loving care. They plan for their future and everything appears to be getting brighter.
Until darkness prevails …
The tormentor of her dreams.
The devil in disguise.
The uprising of Michael Parks.
Michael has unfinished business, and his resurrection will rewrite Lexi and Lucca’s destiny forever. He wants revenge and will stop at nothing until he has it. Dark black was the colour of her life … and is the colour of her afterlife.
Alexis Evangeline Robertson is going straight to Hell.
After the desires of lust …
And the sweetness of love …
And the flicker of light …
Fate has brought Lucca and Lexi together. Can fate take L’amore away?
“Okay, talk. I am listening.”
Sighing, I relay my nightmare to him in full this time—the first encounter with Michael Parks involving the pizza. He releases the air he has been holding then strides over to the fridge. He opens a bottle of Chianti and pours us both a glass of wine then lifts a ciabatta loaf and slices it. After rummaging around in the fridge, he places ingredients down on the counter.
“What are you doing?” I ask. He hasn’t even commented yet and his behaviour is worrying me.
“I am making us a little something. It is not the right night for pizza, so I will muster something else up because I am not having you starve yourself.”
He spreads leftover homemade pesto on the bread with salami, parma ham, sun dried tomatoes, basil, and mozzarella, then places it under the grill. He washes the board down with his back to me. He isn’t looking at me, and he isn’t asking any questions. He’s angry.
“I shouldn’t have told you. I’m sorry,” I whisper.
Turning around, he shakes his head then runs his fingers through his hair. “No, I want you to tell me. I want you to be honest. If I am going to help you, I need to know about your nightmares, but it pains me to think of what that evil fucking monster did to you. It hurt last night when you told me, but I wanted to be strong for you, but now this, Lexi. It tears me up that he …” He punches the pantry door in rage.
“Come here,” I say cautiously, because he’s going to breakdown. In role reversal, I need to be compassionate and reassuring towards him. Comfort him. I take his face in both my hands and kiss him softly. “I’m here, right here, and I’m not going anywhere. It’s all in the past, Lucca. He can’t touch me or harm me. I have you and you take it all away. You make me feel whole. Please don’t be upset or feel guilty about what you said. You couldn’t have known the pizza would upset me. I need you to be strong and forget about it all. Love me right here and think about our future. Please, calm down … for me.”
He closes his eyes, taking long, slow, steady breaths. “He is still fucking harming you, Lexi … your mind. You are having nightmares about it, and I wish I could take it all away.” His voice is broken.
I hold him, tenderly caressing him the way he does for me. I discover it’s great therapy being the giver of comfort, and it relaxes me too. We sit on the kitchen floor, barefoot in our denim jeans with our wine, and eat our toasted ciabatta bread. There is something powerful and special about this moment binding us together.
Simple.
Forgiving.
Honest.
Relaxed, I rub my bare feet along Lucca’s exposed ankles and lean my head on his shoulders, contemplating the last few weeks. I’m grateful.
“You know I will do anything for you, and I will give you anything. I just want to take it all away,” Lucca says, slumped against the kitchen cupboard.
Sitting my plate down, I turn to look up to him. “I know you would. You’ve taught me to trust, to love, and to be loved. I’ve changed, Lucca, and I’m different. I have more confidence, and I’m not as paranoid. I’m stronger and better because of you.”
“Jesus, I love you more every fucking day.” He presses his nose on my shoulder, kissing my skin with his moist lips.
EXCERPT:
“Okay, talk. I am listening.”
Sighing, I relay my nightmare to him in full this time—the first encounter with Michael Parks involving the pizza. He releases the air he has been holding then strides over to the fridge. He opens a bottle of Chianti and pours us both a glass of wine then lifts a ciabatta loaf and slices it. After rummaging around in the fridge, he places ingredients down on the counter.
“What are you doing?” I ask. He hasn’t even commented yet and his behaviour is worrying me.
“I am making us a little something. It is not the right night for pizza, so I will muster something else up because I am not having you starve yourself.”
He spreads leftover homemade pesto on the bread with salami, parma ham, sun dried tomatoes, basil, and mozzarella, then places it under the grill. He washes the board down with his back to me. He isn’t looking at me, and he isn’t asking any questions. He’s angry.
“I shouldn’t have told you. I’m sorry,” I whisper.
Turning around, he shakes his head then runs his fingers through his hair. “No, I want you to tell me. I want you to be honest. If I am going to help you, I need to know about your nightmares, but it pains me to think of what that evil fucking monster did to you. It hurt last night when you told me, but I wanted to be strong for you, but now this, Lexi. It tears me up that he …” He punches the pantry door in rage.
“Come here,” I say cautiously, because he’s going to breakdown. In role reversal, I need to be compassionate and reassuring towards him. Comfort him. I take his face in both my hands and kiss him softly. “I’m here, right here, and I’m not going anywhere. It’s all in the past, Lucca. He can’t touch me or harm me. I have you and you take it all away. You make me feel whole. Please don’t be upset or feel guilty about what you said. You couldn’t have known the pizza would upset me. I need you to be strong and forget about it all. Love me right here and think about our future. Please, calm down … for me.”
He closes his eyes, taking long, slow, steady breaths. “He is still fucking harming you, Lexi … your mind. You are having nightmares about it, and I wish I could take it all away.” His voice is broken.
I hold him, tenderly caressing him the way he does for me. I discover it’s great therapy being the giver of comfort, and it relaxes me too. We sit on the kitchen floor, barefoot in our denim jeans with our wine, and eat our toasted ciabatta bread. There is something powerful and special about this moment binding us together.
Simple.
Forgiving.
Honest.
Relaxed, I rub my bare feet along Lucca’s exposed ankles and lean my head on his shoulders, contemplating the last few weeks. I’m grateful.
“You know I will do anything for you, and I will give you anything. I just want to take it all away,” Lucca says, slumped against the kitchen cupboard.
Sitting my plate down, I turn to look up to him. “I know you would. You’ve taught me to trust, to love, and to be loved. I’ve changed, Lucca, and I’m different. I have more confidence, and I’m not as paranoid. I’m stronger and better because of you.”
“Jesus, I love you more every fucking day.” He presses his nose on my shoulder, kissing my skin with his moist lips.
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SJ Molloy, first time British Author of ‘The Luminara Series’ was born in Edinburgh, Scotland. As a young child, her family moved and raised her in Lanarkshire, Scotland where she currently resides with her husband, two daughters and her energetic, hyperactive loving gun dog who is utterly spoiled.
SJ is a qualified Fitness Instructor and Health & Fitness Motivator of various fitness styles and disciplines. Music and dance aerobics have always been a pleasure and passion for her. SJ will sporadically make up dance style routines at any hour of the day when a move comes to her or piece of music moves or inspires her. Currently not teaching classes, she is focusing her time into nurturing her yearning passion for creative writing, exchanging one visualisation for another.
As a child, SJ loved to write in journals and make up short stories and has a flare for all things creative. With an overactive imagination at times, SJ adores to make notes, visualise scenes and settings to create characterisations.
While on holiday with her family one summer reading book after book, she had a flash of inspiration and has had various ideas whirling around in her mind ever since. It was not until she pulled back on teaching classes that she found the courage, time and insight into actually bringing these ideas to life.
In February 2013 she decided to bring that imagination to light by beginning her writing journey with ‘Lussuria’ the first instalment in ‘The Luminara Series’ available from late October 2013.
Being a self-confessed book junkie, she loves nothing better than to get lost in an emotional and moving book. A true romantic at heart, her guilty pleasure is reading heart-warming, passionate stories and falling in love with her favourite fictional characters.
With seven books already mapped out in ‘The Luminara Series’, SJ’s busy creative mind has already planned two more fictitious novels, both stand-alone romance books and very different in their own right.
When she is not writing or reading, spending time with family and friends or exercising and walking her dog, SJ loves all things practical and creative. Dancing, music, cooking, travelling, good food and wine and painting are her favourite past times along with laughter, lots and lots of laughter.
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