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Sarah seeks solitude and fresh pastures in the wake of her husband’s early death. She answers a newspaper advertisement and takes up residence in Villa Rosamanti, a gorgeous 400 year-old dwelling nestled into the hillside of Monte Tiberio, on the Island of Capri, Italy.
She soon discovers a strong resonance with the house, the gardens, and the quirky pets. As the sun-filled days pass in the gorgeous old house, she builds a deep liking for, and rapport with, Elena Lombardi, the deceased owner. But it’s when she meets Pietro, Elena’s grandson, that she finds it’s not just the villa that she’s falling in love with.
Handsome, charming, and the epitome of a passionate Italian, Pietro lets the magic of Rosamanti work its wonders on Sarah. Together they search for ancient treasure, and end up finding each other, their love blooming like the rampant bougainvillea blossoms in the garden at Rosamanti.
Enjoy an excerpt:
Soon they beached in the little patch of sand near the cave where he kept the boat. Jumping out, he stood knee deep and guided the dinghy to the water’s edge. Holding out his hand, Pietro helped her balance as she climbed out. He pulled the boat up onto the beach above the high tide mark, then reached in and got their clothes and backpack.
She spread out the beach towels. At home, she was used to soft, white sand, so fine that it was lovely to walk and lay on. This sand was more like roughly crushed shells and coral, sharp underfoot. He sat down next to her and opened the bag, taking out some containers of olives, cheese, and pastrami. Next, a bottle of wine and two plastic cups. She sighed loudly. He glanced up.
“Che?”
She impulsively reached over and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him warmly. When she looked at him, she felt her heart melting.
“Pietro,” she began, her voice thick with emotion, “you are the sweetest, kindest man in the whole world.”
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I am looking forward to a wonderful read. Armchair travel at it's best.
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Sounds like a great book.
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That seems idyllic to move to a villa in Capri. Have you been there yourself, Noelle?
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