It was the perfect plan.I needed a wife–temporarily–in order to inherit the family business.And she needed a favor–the kind that takes nine months to deliver.We had it all worked out, from the no-touching policy on our wedding night (her rule) to the no-falling-in-love decree (mine). She’d marry me, I’d give her the means to have the baby she’d always wanted, and one year later we’d amicably part ways with no hassle, no demands, and certainly no regrets.After all, Bianca DeRossi and I are experts at infuriating one another–we’ve been doing it since we were kids. Trouble is, she grew up gorgeous and feisty, and she still knows exactly how to get under my skin.And that wedding night? Well, it doesn’t exactly go down hands-free.Then she moves in with me, and I really start to lose my mind. From her sexy little pout to her wicked sense of humor to those meatball sandwiches she makes just because she knows they’re my favorite . . . I find myself wanting to break every rule we put in place. Our story was never supposed to end with happily ever after. But call me crazy, I just might be in love with my wife.
Love Words from Enzo to Bianca
Dear Bianca,
I am sitting here with our granddaughter Alessia while she makes Valentines for her first grade classmates. You are making dinner, and I am very comfortable out here on this chair, so instead of offering to help in the kitchen I have decided to write you a love note instead. But I am not a very good writer, so I asked Alessia for some advice. She said, “Nonna likes characters in books. You should write her like a character in a book.”
That reminded me of our wedding vows–can you believe it has been 40 years???–and how you made me say those ridiculous words as if I was your favorite vampire, Egbert Culpepper. No, Ebenezer Cuthbert. Something like that.
Anyway, I can’t remember the exact words I used, but I will do my best to say something in the style of Elsworth Cobbledick.
“My cherished polpetta,
My feelings for you, like your ravishing beauty, have only grown more powerful over time. My love for you is truly eternal, and even though you hate it when I call you my ‘little meatball’ in Italian, your meatball sandwiches are just one thing that still makes me crazy for you after all these years. I will want to drink your blood until the end of time.”
Alessia says that is disgusting and I should not include the last sentence but I think it lends some nice vampire literary flavor, so I’m keeping it. You’re welcome.
All my undying love, forever and ever, etc, etc, etc,
Your still smoldering hot husband, Enzo
About the Author
USA Today and #1 Amazon bestselling author Melanie Harlow writes sweet, sexy, feel-good romance. She likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. If she’s not writing or reading, she’s probably at Orangetheory or watching Schitt’s Creek again. She lifts her glass to readers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.
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