All Cecelia Franklin wanted out of this encounter was enough information to keep working on the novel she was writing, but she ended up getting a lot more than she bargained for.
She'd managed an incredible coup - she got a meeting with Nicolo Antonelli. They called him the lion, for his long, shoulder length hair and his ruthless reputation.
Nico didn't have much use for reporters or journalists, but a fiction writer? And a beautiful one at that, who seemed to show signs that she might have some of the same...interests he had? How could he not take advantage of that?
Publisher's disclaimer: a love story, completed by passion and discipline.