Thank you for meeting with me, today. What is your full name?
Why were you given that name?
When were you born?
What is your preferred style of clothing to wear?
Do you have a personal scent (perfume or cologne)?
Giorgio Beppe Giovanni at your service.
Why were you given that name?
My mamma, lord rest her soul, chose Giorgio. Beppe after my lousy excuse of a father.
When were you born?
July 17th 1981
What is your preferred style of clothing to wear?
Designer jeans and tee shirt. Armani suits in business meetings, of course. I like to dress for comfort, but in style.
Do you have a personal scent (perfume or cologne)?
Gucchi Guilty
No siblings, just too many cousins to mention.
Who has been your greatest influence?
That would be Don Luigi. His wife Giada was a friend of my mother's and when she died so suddenly in a car accident, Giada and Don Luigi took me under their wing and stopped me from going off the rails completely. I was all set to follow in my father's footsteps. The Don gave me a job in the 'family', he gave me purpose and he reminds me every day that honour is the most important code we can live by. Regardless of what the world thinks of you, you need to be able to look at yourself in the mirror every morning. And you never, ever renege on a promise.
Where did you grow up? How do you feel about it now?
At the Giovanni vineyard in Tuscany. It has been in our family for four generations. A Giovanni grew the first grapes on that hill, and one day my sons will take over, God willing. Life was good here, until mamma died. After that, not so much. Beppe Giovanni did his best to run the business into the ground to afford his whores. Once he was killed, life was hard. I poured all my energies into rebuilding the vineyard with the help of the Don. I'm proud to say, that Giovanni wine is once again sought after.
Where do you currently live?
On my vineyard, though we divide our time between Tuscany and London, as business and family dictates.
What sort of a home is it?
We have a town house in London, close to Hampstead Heath and a rather rambling and charming abode here on the vineyard. The house has been added to over the years, as each new Giovanni took over. You'd have to ask Jemima, what she thinks of it. With her artist's eye she's truly brought it to life and made it into a home.
With whom do you live? How do you feel about that person / people?
My family, plus my trusted house keeper, and a selection of handpicked security team. The local villagers come and go with the season, as harvesting requires them to. We're a tight unit and I trust each of them with my life.
Do you have any pets?
Dannazioni, too many to mention. Jem seems incapable of refusing any stray that she happens to find, and I swear she finds them all.
What is your current job title / social station / rank?
Business man and Vineyard Owner.
How do you think your colleagues would describe you?
Determined to succeed, ruthless in business, and honourable.
What is currently your biggest responsibility?
My family and the families who work for me.
Who is your best friend?
One of the Don's security. Alfonso and I grew close over protecting Jemima. We understand each other, and I know he would protect my family with his life.
Who is your biggest rival or enemy?
Luc Beauchamp. He's a French vineyard owner and the bane of my existence, both professionally and personally. And no, I am not explaining why. Suffice to say if he dies tomorrow I would dance on his grave.
Haha, fair enough.
What is your greatest talent?
I have a head for business, and grow excellent vino. As for my other talents, you would have to ask my wife… *smirks*
*Grins back* Okay, I think I might have to schedule an interview with her as well.What would you say you're the most hopeless at?
Being patient.
What, if anything, do you do to keep fit and healthy?
I run through the vineyard every day. I also swim and we have a gym room, like most people.
How would you spend an unexpected day off?
Just relaxing with my family.
What sort of vehicle do you rely on?
A Lamborghini of course. I also a have Range Rover and a BMW.
How deeply does your job define you as a person?
The vineyard is my heritage and my destiny. I strive to make it the best I can for future generations of the Giovanni.
What is your most cherished possession?
My wife. *grins* Seriously, my family are the most important thing to me.
What makes you blush?
Do I look as though I blush?
(Well, doesn't that just make a girl blush.)
How do you feel, generally, about the opposite sex?
I love women, always have done. Their scent, the softness of their skin, their fragility, coupled with that inner toughness. I have enjoyed lots of women over the years. Nowadays, I just enjoy my wife—frequently.
*winks*
How do you feel about children? Do you have or want to have your own?
Children are our future. Without them, what would we have? As to whether I have any – spoilers – my lips are sealed.
How did the two of you meet?
Jem and I met in Verona. She had a disagreement with one of my countrymen, which resulted in her losing all her art work. You could say we bonded under a shop canopy in a rain storm. *smirks*
I take it the rain wasn't the only thing pounding? *blushes instantly* Um ... moving on. What were you doing before you met Jemima?
I worked hard, and played even harder. And my life was an empty shell, where I made too many dumb choices which could have destroyed all I hold dear. I am a better person for having met her, though it didn't seem like it at the time.
When Giorgio Giovanni tracks the troublesome Jemima down
in a hospital bed in Italy, he has one thing on his mind—revenge. However, the
fragile woman he encounters is not the devious female he remembers. When it
becomes clear that she is in danger, he risks everything to keep her safe.
Left for dead, Jemima wakes up in hospital, terrified, and with no idea of her identity. The angry man, who comes to claim her, is the only link to a shared past she can't remember. A past that threatens to destroy them, and all she has ever held dear.
With danger all around them, and their sexual chemistry off the scale, can they find their way back to each other, or is the past too devious to tame?
EXCERPT:
Tears
clouded her vision at the concern in his voice, and he swore and moved to untie
her.
"No,
I'm fine, really. Leave it. Show me how it should be, please. Help me to
forget."
He
stared at her for the longest time, one large hand, hot and heavy on her belly,
his gaze so intense it took her breath away.
When he finally smiled, it lit up his harsh features. She didn't catch
the murmured Italian words he mumbled under his breath, but the kiss that
followed had her curl her toes into the bed with the effort to not release
herself from her bonds and bury her hands in his hair to make him hurry up and
fuck her.
He
was breathing as heavily as she by the time he released her, and she bit back a
moan when he simply ripped the rest of her dress off her. Her bra and knickers
followed the fate of her dress, until she lay in front of him naked, wet, and
wanting. He ran his knuckles slowly up and down her tummy in ever widening
circles, and then reached across to the ice bucket with a slow grin.
"Shut
your eyes for me, cara."
His voice had dropped an octave, and her stomach dropped right with it,
seeing him hold a couple of ice cubes in his fingers. She shook her head and
bucked off the bed, when he flicked his hand over her breasts. Ice cold drops
of water fell on her skin and trickled between the valley of her breasts. He
licked the drops away, his warm tongue taking away the coldness left by the
water.
"Shut
your eyes, trust me. This will be so much better for you when you can't see
what I'm doing." He kissed a path down her quivering tummy, and she
blinked back tears at the tender way he caressed her abdomen. He paused to drop
a long kiss just above her pubic bone, and his hot breath teased her wet folds.
Her clit tingled, and she shut her eyes, as he renewed his request for her to
do so. She couldn't see what he was doing, but the bed dipped as he adjusted
his weight again. His hot mouth closed over one of her nipples at the same time
as the other was subjected to an ice cube being circled around it.
She
gasped at the intense sensation, and Giorgio swapped sides. The difference
between his warm mouth and tongue and the ice cube sent her body into spasms of
need. She writhed under him, and he laughed. Again and again he repeated the
process all along her body. A path of ice, followed by the warmth of his tongue
as he licked the icy trails away, leaving fiery awareness in its wake. By the
time he finally reached her pussy, she was hovering on the brink of orgasm. She
whimpered her need when he pushed an ice cube high into her channel and then
proceeded to lick around her clit, careful to never touch her when she needed
him most. The melting ice cube mixed in with her own juices and trickled slowly
out her hole. Her pussy clenched, and she didn't recognize the needy voice
pleading with him to please do something.
He
blew against her slit and shouldered her legs wider.
"Così bello, e tutto mio." He followed the words with a kiss, and she
screamed when he pulled her clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around
it, at the same time as he pushed another ice cube into her empty channel. Her
walls closed around the slippery object, and spasmed wildly as the first
quivers of her orgasm hit. Giorgio groaned into her core and stepped up his
sweet torture on her clit. When he pushed two fingers into her core, and
massaged her sweet spot, the intensity of her orgasm hit her with the full force
of freight train.
"That's
it, tesoro, fly for me." He caught her scream of release in his
mouth, and she could taste herself in the passionate kiss he gave her, dimly
aware of him withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. Thick,
hard, and so very long he filled her completely as he pushed into her swollen
core, until he was seated to the hilt. She wrapped her legs around him and dug
her feet into his calves to give him better access and to take him as deep as
she could. He started thrusting, every move driving him deeper into her, and
tumbling her right over the edge again, as her inner muscles contracted around
his thick member. Faster and faster he pumped, his harsh breathing in her ear
the most erotic sound ever, his hands and lips seemingly everywhere, arousing
every little bit of skin he touched until her whole body was a mass of
sensation. Again her body climbed toward that peak of sheer joy, and this time
Giorgio was with her every step of the ecstatic journey they took together. Her
eyes flew open, and she drowned in the rolling depths of emotion she saw
reflected in his, as they came together in their explosive release.
When
her body finally stopped shaking, she could taste the salt of tears in her
mouth. Giorgio kissed them off her face, and he released her from her bonds,
and pulled her into his embrace. She had to smile at his grumbled, "If
this is pretending, then I hate to see what will happen when we do this for
real."
Too Devious To Tame released January 28th
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for
Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people
find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler
and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust
bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess
she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Find Doris on the web here:
Thanks so much for joining me today Giorgio, you made me blush more times than I'd like to admit. And a special thanks for making the introduction, Doris.
I can't wait to read this book - that excerpt is hot!!
... Now, where is my husband?
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