Italy… Sensuality… Food… Romance – if you think about it, they’re all the same in many respects, aren’t they? Each resonates within us on some level…. They appear to go together, don’t they? And, in truth, I suppose they do. You seldom have one without the other close to the heart. But, what is sensual, and what isn’t? Depends on where you are in this world and what you’re doing.
So, I thought maybe we’d chat about what people term “sensual foods” and see where that takes us! Hey, we all eat, don’t we? So, is it the food that is the magic, or is it the company we share while we go through this necessary to life exercise every day? Repeatedly.
A lot of foods are labelled as being “aphrodisiac” in nature. How can foods be “love potions” some people wonder? And why do they have such potent response in some, while others feel nothing when these exotic delights are consumed? Think maybe it’s the company and the psychological excitement that might make them wildly exciting for some and totally empty of reaction in others?
In countries like
Italy, food is not just something to be eaten so we can
get on with life. It’s an art, a social occasion, and an experience to be
shared. It’s a well-accepted fact that the people of this amazing country have
a zest for life that many of us envy, and their passion for “la dolce vita” is something we can
probably all learn from. But, food and festival in Italy
is a way of life – if you have any doubts, just look around and see the number
of feast and festival days in any year!
We associate this country, in fact all things Italian, with romance. So much of the attitude is sensual and passionate, and very romantic. An entire culture that is built on the foundation that life is to be embraced and enjoyed, that romance is most important thing in the world, and the richness of life is to be shared by all. I don’t know about you, but I find that very sexy, very compelling, and very, very alluring…
If your dinner is one on one, chances are it’s a special occasion. Do you actually notice what you eat, or are you feeding off the company you’re in, and sawdust would taste good at that moment? Is it the music, always beautiful and classically romantic, is the gorgeous countryside, or is it really the food that makes the whole thing such a sensory delight?
And why is this “passion” so different for all of us? Not hard to see where my heart lies in all this, but what do YOU find sensual in the foods you eat the dreams you keep close to your heart? I’d love to know!! I write in more genres than I can count, and my books reflect eclectic tastes in all things, so if you’re interested in finding out more, please drop by my website and check out some titles…. If you want to read my very first book set in Italy, it’s currently on sale at the steal price of 99¢ - it’s a sweet, sensual, lyrical romance inspired by the song of the same name, and you can get it here:
In the spirit of romance, I wrote Bella Signorina a few years ago. It’s been called lyrical, sensual, and gotten five star reviews. One of the real strengths in the story is the intelligent banter between the two main characters, their dance is verbal as well as physical.
This is the third time BELLA SIGNORINA has been released, and I'm hoping the last time as it finds a home at Eirelander Publishing in both eBook and Audio. This is the first time, though, that my original manuscript is what you will read. Edited, polished, and breathlessly romantic! Set in the Eternal City of Rome, Italy - the night just got a little bit steamier when two people finally give in to their attraction for each other and take a leap that might change their lives forever.... A best-seller for six months when it was released a few years ago, this version is a little sexier, a little hotter, and whole lot more sensual -- take a look and fall in love....
In its original format for the first time!
Sweetly sensual contemporary romance
Set in Rome, Bella Signorina is a sweet, romantic story of two people who meet in a trendy caffè, and through the magic of dance and music discover they have many things in common. Bianca comes to Caffè Rosati every week, and for many weeks she's been watching a special man, a handsome, charming stranger who dances, flirts, and leaves alone each week. Bianca is a woman who enjoys her freedom, and has been hurt before, so she's not anxious to fall in love again. Something about the enigmatic Stefano has captivated her heart, though, and she is drawn to him in spite of herself. When she finally gathers her courage to approach him, and ask him to dance, little does she know that her entire world is about to change.
Stefano Esposito is a man who's past relationships have not left him much in the way of ideals about women. Many have claimed to love him, none have understood him. Stefano is a rare breed in today's world of fast-paced life and love. He is a gentleman, a man who many consider a little out of step with the times. For Stefano, falling in love is the completion of a soul, not the consummation of a sexual itch. He wants the woman in his life to respect, understand, and adore him, as he will her. When he meets Bianca, he wonders if he's finally found the one he's waited a lifetime for? She understands his internal conflicts, his desires, and his dreams, after only hours together.
When their attraction to each other flares too quickly and too intently, Stefano pulls back. Confused and uncertain, Bianca flees his beautiful home and business, and goes back to her busy life. But, once the dance has begun, is there a way to go back to what you knew before, or is it just a matter of time before the music lures you back to your dreams and, perhaps, makes them reality?
Read an excerpt:
I simply smiled and raised a glass when she walked over
Then love began, she took my hand, and said let’s dance…
Bianca allowed the music to surge into her being, until the only thing real was the easy rhythm of motion that had her spinning into the pulsing sounds of the catchy song. She’d danced with Gianni many times, and no thought was involved, only the perfect movement and the music. He was an excellent partner, and as always, the song ended too soon. Tonight, as often happened, there was a small burst of applause for the performance they’d given.
She smiled and turned to go back to her table when the handsome stranger at the bar lifted his glass and saluted her. For just an instant, the cafe and its patrons vanished, and there was only his sparkling eyes and the humor that emanated from him. Excitement surged into her veins, making her reckless and determined. Bianca murmured an excuse to Gianni, then changed direction and headed directly for the beautiful man she’d been wanting to meet.
When she stood in front of him, she offered her hand.
He took it, kissed it, and waited, faint challenge in his eyes.
She ignored the tremor working its way into her knees and making them wobbly.
“Let’s dance,” she invited.
Laughter accompanied the shake of his head.
Bianca eyed him with amusement.
“I don’t dance, bella.”
His voice was soft, richly modulated, and layered with too many subtleties to readily define them all.
“Of course you do,” she countered, her head tilting to one side. “I’ve seen you dance here.”
“Not like you do,” he replied.
He reached for his wine, and she caught his hand and tugged, gently but insistently drawing him with her as she walked back to the dance floor, her gaze locked with his startled look. The four piece band was just beginning a lively number when Bianca struck a pose and waited for him to take the lead. He did, and she was totally unprepared for the shock of awareness that went through her when he pulled her to him and they started to move like one person…