Twenty-three-year-old Lina Bianchi has been married twice. She blames it on her overbearing Italian parents who kind of forced her into an arranged marriage with a really hot guy, but it didn’t work out. But then she met another really hot guy and married him. Well, it just didn’t work out either. Now she’s divorced…twice.
On a good note, her parents have given her an ocean cruise trip to Italy, and she’ll take it, thank you very much. It’s the least she can do to alleviate their guilt for ruining her life.
Salty air and sunshine are just what the doctor ordered…but when she sees her two hot ex-husbands on board, and they’re together, and they both want her, Lina is going to find out exactly how the revenge “naughty” feels like when she’s taken by her two ex-husbands.
This book is a part of an ongoing series and sells well in the English language.
Being the youngest daughter of elderly Italian immigrants sucks. At least it has sucked for me. My parents want nothing but the best for their bambina and I get that, but seriously? An arranged marriage set up between two wealthy Italian families who live in Canada, in this day in age?
You would think it is just too old-fashioned.
But that’s what happened to me and who can say no to overbearing parents? I couldn’t as I didn’t want to break their old hearts. So, I reluctantly agreed to the arrangement and got married to Tommaso Tanzi. But I must admit that Tommaso, whom I nicknamed the Italian Stallion, because he really was as well-hung as a horse, was a nice guy and good in bed. He made sure I came first, and we had sex all the time. It was great.
But he had some fetish of wanting me to sleep with another guy and him, and that kind of went against my Catholic upbringing, so I told my parents. Yeah, it was embarrassing, but I was programmed to tell my parents everything, and so we decided I needed out of the marriage.
Leaving that hot sex was just about my undoing. I missed it. I missed him, but I needed to stay strong.
Then the ink wasn’t even dry on my divorce papers, and I met another hot guy. He was a gentleman too, just like Tommaso and well I kind of wanted to sleep with him. I have this thing that I don’t give myself away until I am married, so I popped the question, and we went to Vegas and eloped.
My parents were horrified, but they reluctantly accepted it, especially when they discovered his parents were Italian too and that his name was Romeo Rapino. How romantic, my mom had said regarding the name Romeo. Can I give an eyeball roll here?
Romeo was fantastic in bed. I nicknamed him Mount Vesuvius, because when he came, he came big. Alas, he too had this thing for wanting me to sleep with another guy so he could watch...
