by Kristen Proby
on December 2, 2014
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Erotica
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From the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the With Me in Seattle Series comes the end of a saga…
Dominic Salvatore seemingly has everything a man could want. He’s found a new relationship with his father and the entire Montgomery family. His vineyard, Coppa di Vita, is a success. There’s only one thing that eludes him: a certain driven, intelligent, and sexy as hell blonde named Alecia.
Alecia works tirelessly building her event planning business. It’s the most important part of her life. Despite the beautiful, lavish weddings she organizes, Alecia is convinced that the idea of true love is a myth. While Dominic is a sexy, intriguing man, welcoming the handsome Italian into her bed, and her life, is a risk she’s not so sure she’s willing to take.
However Dominic isn’t used to taking no for an answer, and it’s not long before these two are burning up the sheets and discovering a connection that neither can deny. But will it be strong enough to last forever?
“I’m going to eventually make you understand how amazing you are, tesoro.” – Dominic Salvatore
To celebrate the final book in Kristen’s With Me in Seattle series we’re taking you on a tour of Seattle! Today, we’re stopping at Nieman Marcus, a FAVORITE place of one of my favorite characters even-though-she’s-married-to-MY-Nate, Jules
Jules loves to shop. This is not a secret to any of us who know and love her. So when Nate surprises her on her birthday with an expense account at Neiman Marcus with no spending limit, well… what girl wouldn’t fall in love with that? It’s just one more reason to love Nate… he’s so damn generous, especially when it comes to his Julianne. Even before she was able to hear that he loves her, he’s showing her how much he pays attention to, and respects her.
An Excerpt from Fight With Me“Hi,” he murmurs and looks around my office. “Hi,” I respond, rising from my desk and coming around to him. He gathers me in his arms and kisses me deeply, then pulls back and runs his fingers down my cheek. “How is the birthday girl?” he asks. “I’m good. Feeling a little spoiled.” I step back and gesture at all the flowers, and he smirks. “All of your admirers?” He quirks up an eyebrow. “Yes, my brothers, parents and Nat are my biggest fans.” I smile up at him, and his eyes get serious as he sweeps the pad of his thumb along my lower lip. “I think I rate up there, too,” he whispers. “Oh,” I respond, mesmerized by the serious look in his eyes. “I have something for you.” He steps back and pulls an envelope out of his breast pocket. My eyebrows climb to my hairline in surprise. “Why?” “Because it’s your birthday, Julianne.” He looks at me like I’m stupid, and I flush in pleasure. “Thank you.” “You haven’t opened it yet.” He passes me the envelope, and I rip it open. There is a handwritten note inside, in his handwriting, and I grin up at him.
Julianne, I am delighted to have the honor of sharing your birthday with you. I’m giving you the rest of the day off and have set up an account at Neiman Marcus that has no limit. Go shopping. Replace the clothes I ruined over the weekend, and be sure to find a leather jacket, along with anything else you want. Happy birthday, Beautiful. Yours, NateWow. I smile and look up into his amused gray eyes. “This is where I do the obligatory ‘you shouldn’t have.’” I kiss him softly and rub my nose against his. “And I’ll do the obligatory ‘but I wanted to.’” He grins, delighted with me, and I hug him close. He’s come to be so precious to me in such a short time. Or has he always meant this much to me and I just couldn’t admit it to myself? “Thank you, so much.” I whisper. “You’re welcome. I wanted to send you flowers, but it wouldn’t be appropriate here.” Oh, that’s right! No wonder. “I understand. This is a very generous gift.” I nuzzle his chest and hug him tighter. “You’ll get your other gifts tonight,” he murmurs and kisses my hair. “What?” I pull back and look up at him. “This is too much as it is, honey.” “Don’t be ungrateful. If memory serves, you hate that quality in Natalie.” Oh. Damn him. “I’m not ungrateful. I’m…overwhelmed.” He smiles warmly and kisses me again. “I have a meeting. Go have fun. I’m serious, get whatever you want.” I grin and jump up and down in excitement. “Okay, you asked for it.”