Thank
you, Nancy, for hosting me on your blog today. It’s an honor to share my latest
thriller with you and your followers. The Girl Who Loved Caravaggio is a
time-travel thriller, historical novel, and paranormal journey into the life of
Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio one of the greatest artists of the
seventeenth century. In 1969 his painting, the Nativity, was
stolen from a church in Palermo Italy, purportedly by the Mafia. This theft
sits at number two on the FBI’s list of important art heists of all time. My
heroine, Angela Renatus, a reluctant psychic, and her fiancé, Alex Caine, are
enlisted by the director of the Uffizi Gallery in Florence to recover
Caravaggio’s masterpiece.
Book
Blurb
Art
historian Angela Renatus knows she’s different. She can see into the past—into
the lives of the greatest artists of all time—are her visions a gift or a
curse?
Angela works with former Navy Seal,
Alex Caine, recovering stolen works of art. When they’re enlisted to solve the
mysterious theft of Caravaggio’s Nativity—one of the greatest art
heists in history—Angela senses her visions about the tortured artist go far
beyond the missing masterpiece.
A web of secrets and lies entangles
Angela and Alex on a twisted and treacherous journey into Caravaggio’s very own
heart of darkness…spiralling the couple into a deadly trap.
Excerpt:
CHAPTER 1
Rome, Italy 28 May, 1606
Michelangelo Merisi da
Caravaggio sat up and glanced out the window.
“Merda!” He overslept. He was late.
He didn’t need a timepiece to know what
hour
of the day it was. The light streaming in through the open window
had
turned the walls a shade of ochre—evening was approaching. He leapt
out
of bed pulling the sheet with him.
“Painter, are you stealing my covers?”
“No, why?” Caravaggio smiled over his
shoulder at the beautiful
woman
in bed.
Fillide Melandroni lay on her side, her
long red curls tousled around
her.
Naked and still rosy from their lovemaking, she was the most beautiful
woman
in Rome. He bounded back to bed and nibbled her shoulder. She
was
delicious. His lips wandered down the length of her body to her full culo,
the
most perfect rump he’d ever seen. Unable to resist, he growled, pinching
her
before he delivered a sensuous love bite.
“It is a sin to cover such
a gift. Maybe I should paint you just like this, goddess, with your glorious culo preserved
for all eternity. Botticelli had Simonetta Vespucci for his Venus, and you,
Fillide, are mine.”
She swatted him away. “Stop it! Sei
Pazzo! You’ve painted me enough. I
have
something else in mind. Painting isn’t your only talent, il mio
maestro.”
He flipped her over to face him and claimed
her lips. Her fingers feathered
through
his hair and she kissed him back. Then he felt her hand drop to
his
groin. He groaned, watching her luminous hazel eyes flame with desire.
“Do you want more, amore mio?”
She fluttered her lashes at him. “Show
me
what kind of stallone you are.”
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More About the Author
Belle
Ami is a #1 Bestselling author of romantic suspense, romantic thrillers and
international mystery with a time-travel twist. Her first novel was a finalist
for a major book award and launched her dynamic writing career. Belle is a 2018
RONE Award finalist in the romantic suspense category for her novel ESCAPE (Tip
of the Spear Series Book 1). The second book VENGEANCE has been highly lauded.
RANSOM is the third book in the Tip of the Spear Series.
Belle is also a Readers Favorite Book Award Finalist for her
time Travel Romance THE GIRL WHO KNEW DA VINCI. (Book 1 Out of Time Series). When
Belle isn't working on her next book, she's most likely in the kitchen whipping
up something delicious for her family to enjoy. In addition to enjoying gourmet
cook, Belle is also an accomplished pianist, skier, and world traveler. She
lives in Calabasas, CA with her wonderful husband and two kids. She also lives
with Cindy Crawford and Giorgio Armani (who just happen to be a horse and a
chihuahua). Connect with her here:
Thank you, Nancy for hosting me!
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