Emilia
I won’t make the same mistakes my mother did. I won’t allow myself to be distracted by a good-looking man with no intention of settling down. Which is why I fled to the West Coast for medical school, hoping to outrun the childhood crush that wouldn’t let me go even at twenty years old. But I couldn’t stay away forever, and when I return to NYC, all those old feelings are still there waiting in the form of a tall, dangerous Italian. Antonio Rossi. The second oldest son of my family’s benefactor, Leonardo Rossi. Older, more experienced, and completely oblivious to the infatuation I’ve harbored for him since I was child. At least he had been oblivious. He doesn’t seem to be so unaware of me now that I’ve grown up. Stitching up a bullet wound isn’t exactly the reunion I’d hoped for, but it’s the starting salvo of a whirlwind fling. And that’s all this is, a fling, because Antonio Rossi doesn’t do serious. But I’m already falling, destined for a heartbreak I’ve spent my life desperate to avoid. With enemies lurking, I can only hope we’ll both live long enough to find out if Antonio will be there to catch me when I land.
Antonio
I don’t do serious. I’m the reckless and wild Rossi son. Untameable. Unmanageable. Or at least that’s been my reputation since I was old enough to have one. The truth is, I’m scared. As a teen, I learned what it means to lose the person you love most in the world. Love is a dangerous emotion, but it can’t hurt you if you never feel it. Foolishly, I thought I was safe, thought I’d encased my heart in a block of ice…until she came home grown up and gorgeous and melted that ice with one dance. Except Emilia’s determined to avoid me. It took a bullet in my leg just to get her in the same room. Now that I have her where I want her, I have to figure out how to keep her without getting in my own way. I’ve never been in love, and after just one kiss, I’m a fumbling mess. But the person who shot me is still out there, and I have to figure out how to keep Emilia out of the crossfire without letting her go. Because letting go isn’t an option. Emilia Conti is mine.