Under The Tuscan Sun Audiobook Novels & Stories

It made her insides flutter as she thought about that. Gabriel grinned at her watching Nick. He couldn't wait for this evening when this time it would be his turn to love her. The trio was met by the elderly couple who came hurriedly around the corner of the house. They greeted the men as if they were old friends in a torrent of fast Italian. There were lots of kisses on the cheeks and plenty of hugs. Gabriel translated, "Guiseppe says welcome to Tuscany, and he says that you are beautiful," He said making Millie blush. The elderly man took her hands muttering "Bellisimo! Bellisimo!" He stood still holding her hands admiring Millie. It was only when his wife stopped talking to Nick that she

The absurdity of it was exactly the relief I needed. We walked the short distance to the library. The large room had been softened with flickering candles and the gentle scent of pine. A small, intimate table was set for two, shielded by towering bookshelves. True to his word, the only screen displaying anything was a small, high-definition monitor near the serving cart, showing a real-time, silent feed of Ivan curled up against Giovanni’s side. As we settled into our chairs, the Cacio e p**e arrived, rich and steaming.

The warm Tuscan sun streamed through the tall arched windows, casting a golden glow over everything it touched. Elijah came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his lips brushing against my neck. “It’s perfect, isn’t it?” he whispered into my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. “Perfect doesn’t even begin to cover it,” I said, turning in his arms to face him. His eyes sparkled with the same excitement I felt bubbling inside me. “I can’t believe we’re actually here in Tuscany.” He smiled, that slow, heart-stopping smile that had always undone me. “Believe it,” he said softly. “Just like you have to believe that we are now actually married.”

In my sixth year of running an inn in Rimevale, I'm diagnosed with bone cancer. I leave the inn in the hands of my fiancé, Eric Jones, and head to Varenia with nothing but an old enamel mug. Once I'm there, I start a livestream called "My Last 100 Sunsets." Every day at 7:00 pm, I turn the camera toward the snowcapped mountains and make coffee just out of frame. On my 31st livestream, a comment suddenly catches my eye. "Wait. Does that mug at the edge of the frame have a V-shaped chip in it?" Six years ago, when a blizzard left us stranded in the mountains, I kept that same mug filled with hot spiced cider for Eric all night. The chat explodes. "That's Alice Graham from Veylune Inn!"

I S A B E L L A ᥫ᭡ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐕 cruised smoothly down the private road, sunlight flashing through the tinted windows. I sat with my hands clasped in my lap, watching the airstrip come into view up ahead. Luciano sat beside me, legs casually spread, one arm draped across the back of the seat like this was just another Wednesday. Meanwhile, I was internally reciting every family member's name like I was prepping for a final exam.

I was back in the hidden room, the book still in my hand, glowing fiercely now. I exhaled, an unknown feeling soaring in my chest like I had found a new power. My eyes fell on the book, and my determination rose. “It's time to make you pay, Alexa." NARRATOR'S POV The sun was barely rising over the treetops, the sky stained with pale orange and gray when Luca stirred from sleep. The forest around their makeshift camp was silent save for the rustling of leaves and the crackle of cooling embers. His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dim light, but something felt wrong. He sat up in an instant.

Emma’s POV The sunlight poured through the villa’s arched windows, casting golden warmth across the terracotta floors. I stepped into the grand living room, fingers brushing over the aged stone wall as the scent of rosemary and sun-drenched wood drifted through the open doors. Outside, the Tuscan hills rolled endlessly, dotted with olive trees and rows of grapevines. Killian was already at the far window, gazing out in silence. “It’s even more beautiful than the listing,” I murmured, joining him.

Soft golden light spilled onto the sidewalk, beckoning them inside. As they entered, the aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering sauces enveloped them, transporting Laura to the Tuscan countryside. Dr. Donovan's hand rested on the small of her back, guiding her through the intimate dining area. Their table by the window offered a stunning view of the city skyline, the stars beginning to twinkle like diamonds. Dr. Donovan pulled out Laura's chair, his fingers brushing against hers. Seated across from him, Laura felt the warmth of his gaze, her senses heightened. The soft clinking of silverware, the muted hum of conversation, and the gentle strains of Italian music created a soothing melody

the officer asked, his gaze lingering on the silver ring on my finger. ​"Too long," Julian said, his voice a perfect mix of charm and exhaustion. "My wife is ready for a real bed and a bottle of Chianti." ​The officer let out a short, knowing laugh and stamped the books. "Welcome to Italy. Drive safe." ​As the barrier lifted and we rolled onto the open highway toward Como, the silence in the car changed. The "Noise" from the Medusa code was there, but it was being drowned out by the sheer, electric proximity of the man beside me.

His eyes quickly scan my face before they start to trail over my body. “But the reservation-” “Screw dinner. You're wellbeing is more important and this restaurant will still be here tomorrow.” He places his hand on the small of my back and leads us out of the restaurant and straight towards the beast in absolute silence. I slide over to the other side of the vehicle and wait for Luca to settle in beside me after hearing him order Cullum to go back inside the restaurant and fetch a cool bottle of sparkling water “I’m sorry about that,” I say as I clear my throat, swallowing the bile that continues to tickle the back of my throat