Renaissance Male Novels & Stories

At least the married ones were honest. “So, everything I’ve heard about Italian men is true?” “Only the ones I met, and there were quite a few. I had a wonderful time in Italy, and the Parisian men don’t have a thing to be jealous about, Oui, oui! But none of the European imports sound nearly as interesting as your domestic mailman,” “He’s a Postmaster,” “Yeah, okay, whatever,” Karen smiled. “As long as he’s good at putting it into the right box,”

“You wouldn’t mean that.” “Try me.” Jenna whistled softly. “Wow. You two are intense.” “Then maybe you should step out for a minute,” I muttered. “No way. This is better than any movie,” she said, grinning. Adrian chuckled, low and easy. “She’s right, you know.” “Focus,” I snapped, picking up a piece of chalk. “The Renaissance was a period of—” “—art, power, and rebellion,” he finished smoothly. “Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo… people who broke rules.”