Under The Tuscan Sun Novels & Stories

She believed the rumours circulating about him acting crazy whenever it comes to her but she didn't believe that until the trending ring surfaced. Luca simply sipped his wine,got up and picked his iron grey suit jacket. Without another word he stepped out of the occasion. "Well,well..what were you up to there,Sally? That man could have shot you dead,you know he's insane" the man from before spoke. "Pft!" Sally scoffed "There's just something unique about his second marriage and surprisingly, it's picks my interest" Her eyes fell on Leo and Andrea.She smiled. "Don Genovese doesn't wanna speak but perhaps you will,Mr Genovese"

After a quick, steamy shower with Stefano that left more teasing than satisfaction, he led her to breakfast. Susan—bless her soul—had prepared a feast that belonged in a Tuscan travel magazine. There were golden, fluffy ricotta pancakes dusted with powdered sugar, a sun-dried tomato and goat cheese frittata, thin slices of prosciutto curled like rose petals beside thick-cut mozzarella, a rainbow of fruits drizzled with honey, and warm cornetti oozing silky cream at the corners. Serena's stomach flipped. Part hunger, part pure nerves. With Stefano sitting at the head of the table, Serena settled at his right, her eyes feasting on the meal already, while he just smiled with delight and appreci

I felt like a princess prisoner being escorted in her own cursed castle. We descended wide stairs and walked through silent hallways. Everything in the house was absurdly expensive: Renaissance paintings, marble sculptures, Persian rugs. And at the center of it all, there he was. Dante. Sitting at the head of a long dining table. A wine glass in hand. Watching me like I was the main course. — Sit — he ordered, pointing to the chair beside him. I sat. Because I knew, at that moment, it was all I could do to survive.

“You lying traitor.” He chuckled. “Okay, okay. Maybe four days. But in my defense, we got lost in Tuscany.” “Tuscany? You’re joking.” “Not at all. Wine, sunsets, and the most beautiful woman in the world. Can you blame me?” “I’ll forgive you. But I expect a toast in my name at your wedding. Minimum.” A laugh passed between us. “Deal. I owe you that, and more. Would you like to join me for a drink?”

The Tuscan sun had a way of spilling over the hills like honey, golden and slow, draping the world in warmth that made even the air taste sweeter. Amara stood on the veranda of their rented villa, watching Sophia chase butterflies in the tall grass while Luca read a weathered Italian newspaper at the table. The rhythm of this place was nothing like Bellwood Falls it was slower, deeper, like the land itself was breathing. They’d come to Tuscany for a month to heal — from the fire, from the whirlwind of expansion, from the weight of running a business while raising a family. But Luca had other plans simmering quietly in his mind.

She came with a sharp cry that echoed across the hills, walls fluttering and squeezing me in hot, rhythmic waves until I followed, thrusting deep and spilling inside her in long, pulsing ropes, our mingled release dripping down her thighs as we shuddered together under the endless Tuscan sky. Days blurred into languid exploration—lazy mornings fucking slow and sleepy in the villa’s huge bed, afternoons sketching beneath ancient olive trees, her capturing the slope of my hand disappearing between her legs while I traced the arches of ruined temples. Every touch, every glance reignited us; we made love on sun-warmed stone, in the villa’s outdoor shower with water cascading over her breasts, ag

Italy felt like something out of a dream soft, golden, and timeless. They arrived in Tuscany just as the summer ripened, the hills rolling in waves of green and amber, dotted with cypress trees and the hum of life that seemed to move at a slower, kinder rhythm. The villa Gabriel booked sat on a rise overlooking a valley of vineyards, the kind that glowed bronze at sunset and smelled faintly of crushed grapes and earth. For the first time in a long while, Adrian didn’t wake to the sound of an alarm clock or the vibration of his phone. He woke to sunlight streaming through linen curtains, the smell of coffee drifting in from the kitchen, and the soft sound of Gabriel humming while Elias tried

The reception was meant to take place in the Fernendez mansion. Once the wedding ceremony had concluded, they walked down the aisle together in the midst of everyone's applause. They walked out of the church and into the limo waiting for them. Seeing that they were both in the car, the driver nodded and drove away. Now she was left alone with Jose Fernandez, the most ruthless man in the mafia; one wrong breath taken could make him take her life. She dared not to talk or even breathe wrongly.

“Italy agreed with you.” Irene laughed softly. “You look exactly the same. Still breaking hearts for sport?” “Only on weekends.” Amber slid into the chair opposite her. “God, I’ve missed your face.” They ordered, avocado toast for Amber, a slice of lemon ricotta cake for Irene, and settled into the easy rhythm of old friends catching up after too long apart. “So,” Amber started, leaning forward with her chin on her hand, “you’re really back. After a decade of Tuscan sunsets and vineyard views. What finally dragged you home?”

Alessia's POV The tires of our black sedan rolled smoothly over the wet gravel driveway of the Palazzo Riveria, and the bright crystal chandeliers inside the high palace windows were throwing long lines of yellow light across the dark waters of the Tiber River below while hundreds of Rome's wealthiest investors climbed the wide marble steps. Lucien bypassed the main valet line to keep our vehicle positioned near the side exit lane, and he stepped out of the driver's seat to open my door with a calm, formal precision that completely hid the fact that he was carrying a compact automatic frame under the silk lining of his tailored tuxedo.