For handsome Italian count Alessio Ramontella, seducing women comes as naturally as breathing. Alessio lives his life based on two criteria: first that success and satisfaction are guaranteed, and second that all his dealings are discreet and conducted between mutually consenting parties.
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September 01, 2006
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Excerpt from The Counts Blackmail Bargain by Sara Craven
IT WAS a warm, golden morning in Rome, so how in the name of God was the city in the apparent grip of a small earthquake
The noble Conte Alessio Ramontella lifted his aching head from the pillow, and, groaning faintly from the effort, attempted to focus his eyes. True, the bed looked like a disaster area, but the room was not moving, and the severe pounding, which he'd assumed was the noise of buildings collapsing nearby, seemed to be coming instead from the direction of his bedroom door.
And the agitated shouting he could hear was not emanating from some buried victim either, but could be recognised as the voice of his manservant Giorgio urging him to wake up.
Using small, economical movements that would not disturb the blonde, naked beauty still slumbering beside him, or increase the pressure from his hangover, Alessio got up from the bed, and extracted his robe from the tangle of discarded clothing on the floor, before treading across the marble-tiled floor to the door.
He pulled the garment round him, and opened the door an inch or two.
'This is not a working day,' he informed the anxious face outside. 'Am I to be allowed no peace '
'Forgive me, Eccellenza.' Giorgio wrung his hands. 'For the world I would not have disturbed you. But it is your aunt, the Signora Vicente.'
There was an ominous pause, then: 'Here ' Alessio bit out the word.
'On her way,' Giorgio admitted nervously. 'She telephoned to announce her intention to visit you.'
Alessio swore softly. 'Didn't you have enough wit to say I was away ' he demanded.
'Of course, Eccellenza.' Giorgio spoke with real sorrow. 'But regrettably she did not believe me.'
Alessio swore again more fluently. 'How long have I got '
'That will depend on the traffic, signore, but I think we must count in minutes.' He added reproachfully, 'I have been knocking and knocking ' '