When the attraction is just too big…

Synopsis

A reunion in Rome…Sparks an affair to remember!

Responsible widow Lilian Fairclough is persuaded to travel to Rome for a hard-earned break and to let down her hair! She’s surprised to be reunited with passionate, cynical Italian duke, Pietro Venturi. He reawakens her sensual side and intrigues her with glimpses of pain beneath his rakish surface. Enticed into a secret and temporary affair – what will happen once she returns home?

My review

Widowed Lilian Fairclough travels to Rome, as a gift from her now adult children. She feels as she is not needed anymore, as all her children are settled down. She also thinks that as the love of her life is gone, she is not entitled for another love.
But in Rome she meets Pietro Venturi again. A couple of months ago, something happened between them, but Lilian never thought to see him again…

In Rome their attraction is too hard to resist, but there is not only the attraction, but they have a mutual interest in art, making them bond even more.

It was nice to read about someone who already had her love of her life. In most books, it all ends when the 2 of them get together and they both live happily ever after.
But what happens when the other half dies and you are left alone?

Lilian feels she has no right to love again, because she had her love already. And I think this is a feeling many people have. Are you entitled to have another great love when you already had your share?

Pietro is a handsome duke, but is not at all inclined to settle down. Slowly he opens up to Lilian, and you get to understand why he is who he is now. But he’s also a kind friend, showing Lilian around in Rome, and share the same thoughts.

I really enjoyed this book, as both characters are real adults. They are not just some light headed persons just falling in love, and have the world at their feet.
Both Lilian and Pietro had their share of bad luck (if we can call it like that) which made them into the persons they are now.

And for me, being sometimes a pain in the a** when it comes to Italy, I truly enjoyed it when the grammar was correct. When somebody spoke in Italian, not only was it written correctly, but the construction of the sentence was correct.

And it was amazing imagining the places I know so well through Victorian glasses! I knew where I was in Rome and I saw myself walking with Lilian and Pietro!