Publisher's Synopsis
Lisa Marino, born in a small town near Rome Italy wonders if she made a mistake by trading her traditional Italian Catholic values for her new LA lifestyle. She wants to meet a true gentleman but it seems they don't exist in LA. Lisa then thinks of the man that she dreams about, knowing that he doesn't exist either. One morning Lisa woke to a knock at the door. That man. That man that haunted her dreams was very real and standing at her door in the flesh. Nothing prepared her for that moment. Lisa looked up at him, he was strikingly gorgeous. The muscles on this guy didn't come from a gym. His jeans were well tailored to his body and not the least bit baggy. Then her gaze settled on his Smokey dark eyes framed by his long course hair that fell past his shoulders partially tied back with long strands framing his square set jaw. Armando knocked on the door. When the door opened this voluptuous woman with curves in all the right places with long silky dark hair and blue green eyes looked up at him. He could feel his breath catch trying to get his words out then finally he said," "Hello miss, my name is Armando Romano." "I am looking for my good friend Lorenzo Marino." "Yes I am his sister." "I remember you when you were just a child," he said. "Do you remember visiting my home in Molise?" Molise Italy? "Are you talking about the castle?" "Yes, the castle Romano was and still is my families private residence." "You are all grown up now." "I'm sorry but I did not recognize you." "What a beauty you have become." Lisa could feel her face get flushed. Lisa felt attractive with obvious Italian features but never once did she view herself as a beauty. Lisa knew she saw him before. She put the pieces together. It was him, a younger version of him in her dreams.
