Welcome to week two of ALL OF COURT'S MEN
Over the next few weeks we will be focusing on one of author Courtney Cole's leading men
and boy, are they worth focusing on!!
This week is dedicated to Dante's Girl and the gorgeous lead male, Dante Gliberti
DANTE'S GIRL Synopsis:
I have spent every
summer since I was ten years old with my father in London. Every summer, since
I was ten years old, has been uneventful and boring.
Until this
year.
And this year, after a
freak volcanic eruption strands me far from home, I have learned these
things:
1. I can make do with
one outfit for three days before I buy new clothes.
2. If I hear the
phrase, “You’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” even one more time, I might become
a homicidal maniac.
3. I am horribly and
embarrassingly allergic to jellyfish.
4. I am in love with
Dante Giliberti, who just happens to be the beautiful, sophisticated son of the
Prime Minister of a Mediterranean paradise.
5. See number four
above. Because it brings with it a whole slew of problems and I’ve learned
something from every one of them.
Let’s start with the
fact that Dante’s world is five light-years away from mine. He goes to
black-tie functions and knows the Prime Minister of England on a first name
basis. I was born and raised on a farm in Kansas and wear cut-off jeans paired
with cowboy boots. See the difference?
But hearts don’t care
about differences. Hearts want what they want. And mine just wants to be
Dante’s girl.
My heart just might be
crazy.
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EXCERPT
“Why do you look
sad?” I ask. “You live in a beautiful country with the world at your
fingertips. Your dad is amazing and nice and you’re a billionaire. What could
possibly make you sad?”
Dante studies
me, his cobalt eyes serious, his expression unreadable.
“Let’s go for a
walk,” he finally says. “Someplace quieter.”
A quiet place
with Dante? Yes, Please!
I scramble to my
feet and walk with him through the crowd again, this time oblivious to the
stares. He has a huge stride and I find myself hurrying to keep up, two steps
for every one of his. He weaves us through the people and out the doors in
record time.
Before I know
it, we are on a terrace. In the dark. Under the stars.
With Dante.
This may as well
be Heaven.
In fact, it
might actually be.
Have I died and
didn’t realize it?
I flex my
fingers and poke at my thigh.
My mind is fuzzy
and I feel like I am moving slower than I actually am. Is life in slow motion
right now or is it me? I blink hard then poke myself again.
“Are you
alright?” Dante asks, watching me curiously. I nod.
“Yep. I’ve just
never had three glasses of champagne before. In fact, I’ve never even had one.
Until now.”
I giggle at the
thought and Dante smiles.
“Okay, drunk
girl. Let’s sit you down.”
He guides me to
a lounger and eases me onto it. I clutch at his arm, not wanting to let him
go. He stares down at me.
“You really have
had too much to drink, haven’t you, little sunflower?”
The name warms
my heart and I decide that he is the handsomest person in the world.
“Is handsomest a
word?” I ask him.
He looks at me
blankly.
“I don’t know,”
he answers slowly. “Why?”
“You’re the
handsomest person in the world,” I announce. “I don’t care if it’s a word or
not. You are it, one way or another.”
Dante smiles and
runs a hand through his hair, as though he’s trying to decide what to do.
“Oh. Okay. Um,
thanks? What am I going to do with you? You’re adorable when you are drunk.
But I made you drunk, even if it was an accident. How was I supposed to know
that you’re such a lightweight?”
He sounds like
he is waging some sort of battle with himself.
“Who exactly are
you arguing with?”I ask, the champagne clouding my thoughts in a very thorough
way. “You will get no arguments from me tonight. No matter what.”
He sighs, a
husky and ragged sound.
It’s sexy.
I scoot closer
to him and drag him down until he is sitting on the lounger with me. His warmth
feels nice out here because the air has turned cool. It’s dark and I feel like
we’re in our own little world. I run my fingers over his arm, then grip at his
shoulders.
“You’re so
strong,” I tell him. “And your fingers are so long.”
I don’t know
what that has to do with anything, I just feel like pointing it out. Because
his fingers are long. I pick up his hand and slide my own against it.
His hand is at least a full inch longer than mine. Probably more. I curl my
fingers around his and hold tight to his hand.
I look up at
him.
He is so
devastatingly beautiful in the moonlight.
I tell him so.
He stares at me,
his dark gaze unwavering. Except for my knees. It definitely wavers my knees,
if that is possible. I know I wouldn’t be able to stand up if I tried. Which
I’m not going to. I’m staying right here…with Dante.
“Kiss me,” I
whisper. “Please.”
Dante is silent,
his blue eyes frozen on me.
And then he
lowers his head and his soft lips are upon mine.
And I might
seriously die this time.
For
real.
I’m kissing
Dante.
Kissing.
Dante.
The
thoughts won’t stop running through my head as Dante kisses me in the most
romantic and soft kiss I’ve ever experienced.
My
thoughts blur together and all I can do now is immerse myself in the
moment.
The
world actually seems to explode for a second.
This
is the most amazing kiss in the history of the world.
Read the follow up to Dante's Girl
Mia's Heart
ABOUT COURTNEY COLE
Courtney Cole is a novelist who would eat mythology for
breakfast if she could. She has a degree in Business, but has since discovered
that corporate America is not nearly as fun to live in as fictional worlds. She
loves chocolate and roller coasters and hates waiting and rude people.
Courtney lives in quiet suburbia, close to Lake Michigan,
with her real-life Prince Charming, her ornery kids (there is a small chance
that they get their orneriness from their mother) and a small domestic zoo.
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