Belle
Ami, who stopped by to share her new release, hooked me with the title and gorgeous
cover. Take it away, Belle Ami!
Will
her visions lead her to the truth?
I'm so excited to tell you about my new release, The
Girl Who Knew da Vinci, which was released June 1st. It's a romantic suspense
thriller with a supernatural twist. It's also the first book in my new OUT OF
TIME Thriller Series.
BLURB:
Art historian
Angela Renatus is haunted by dreams of Leonardo da Vinci and a
mysterious painting of Giuliano Medici and his mistress Fioretta Gorini. A
painting that, as far as the world knows, doesn't exist. Compelled by her
visions, Angela is determined to find out the truth.
When Angela is contacted by art
detective Alex Caine, she's shocked to learn that he too is seeking the same
painting. Alex's client, a wealthy German financier, is determined to clear the
name of his late uncle, Gerard Jaeger, an art historian, who went missing in
Florence, during World War II. In letters written before his disappearance, the
historian describes his love affair with a beautiful young Italian woman named
Sophia Caro, and the discovery of an extraordinary painting by the
great master himself-a painting depicting Giuliano and Fioretta.
Angela and Alex journey to
Florence in search of the priceless treasure. Is it a lost da Vinci,
potentially worth hundreds of millions of dollars, or a wild goose-chase that
will only lead to a dead end? But someone else is searching for the elusive
painting-Alberto Scordato is a powerful man in the art world and a sociopath who
will stop at nothing to get what he wants, even murder. Scordato knows
something about Angela that even she doesn't know, something that could
threaten both Angela and Alex's lives, forcing them into the crosshairs of
fate.
Excerpt
from The Girl Who Knew da Vinci
Florence, Italy
Uffizi Gallery
August 3, 1944
Sophia
Caro was scared, but not half as scared as she should be. The world was at war
and she was in love with a German officer. She covered her ears as another
explosion rocked the building, pressing closer into the arms of her lover,
Gerhard Jaeger. Had it only been a few hours? It felt like the Germans had been
bombing for days.
“Florence
will never be the same,” she whispered brokenly. After each detonation, the
Uffizi Gallery strained and shuddered as if struck by an earthquake.
Gerhard
held her tighter, shielding her with his body. “It will my darling, you’ll
see.”
They
planned to escape from Florence. Gerhard, who was no Nazi, would desert. If
captured he’d be lined up before a firing squad. Adding to her worries were her
brothers who were partisans fighting the Nazis. She and Gerhard were set to
flee back home to her family vineyard in the Tuscan hills. She’d be lucky if
her brothers didn’t shoot Gerhard first and ask questions later. Time had run
out and the man she loved with her heart and soul was prepared to risk
everything for her and their unborn child.
Another
round of blasts shook the building. Huddling in the long central gallery of the
Uffizi, dust and pieces of the frescoed ceiling rained down around them.
“The
ceiling! What if the building collapses?” Sophia couldn’t control the panic
that seized her. Blistering heat and falling debris made it impossible to
breathe.
“We’ll
be fine Sophia. The Uffizi has stood for nearly five hundred years. It will
stand for another five hundred, I’m sure.” Gerhard kissed her forehead. “Longer
than that bastard Hitler. It makes me ashamed and sick to be a German.”
Sophia
lay her hand against his cheek. “You’re an academic, an art historian, not a
soldier. You’d do anything to protect Florence’s art treasures. It’s one of the
reasons I fell in love with you.”
“Have
I done enough?” Deep lines etched his face.
A
massive blast brought another shower of plaster, covering them in a fine veil
of white dust.
“Heaven
help us. When will it stop?” Sophia buried her face in his chest.
“It
won’t stop until the bridges are demolished. Even for the industrious Germans
that could take most of the night.”
Sophia
covered her ears to muffle another round of successive blasts. “In the name of
the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen.” She crossed herself,
wondering if God would listen to the pleas of a now-and-again Catholic. She
felt a trickle of sweat roll down her cheek. Gerhard pulled his handkerchief
from his pocket and wiped it away.
“Amore mio, I promise you it will end by dawn. My contact,
Deiter, assured me that the Ponte Vecchio will not be destroyed. When they’ve
finished bringing down the rest of the bridges the explosions will cease. Then
you and I will leave this nightmare of a war behind.”
A
series of booms echoed again through the city and the reality of their
situation returned. She held her stomach, protecting the small bump that
protruded.
He
covered her hand with his. “I hope you packed something substantial for our
journey, my love. You need to keep up your strength for our child’s sake.
Besides which,” he said, “I’d hate to be arrested for a grumbling stomach.”
“This
is Italy,” she said with a quirk of her lips. “We aren’t going to die of
starvation.” She looked around. “What have you done with the painting?”
“I
had to cut it from its frame,” he said with a grimace. “I wrapped it in tissue
paper and rolled it paint side out. Then I rolled it in lamb’s wool and fit it
in a thick cardboard tube. I think it should be safe from the elements. My
backpack is waterproof.”
She
knew he’d do anything to keep her and their unborn child safe, but the painting
worried her. It seemed to her an unnecessary risk to take a painting from the Uffizi,
even if he meant only to keep it safe. It was a bone of contention between
them.
“It’s
twenty-seven kilometers south of Florence to my family’s vineyard in
Montefioralle. I’m afraid much of it is uphill.”
“We’re
young and strong, Sophia. If I have to carry you up a mountain, I will. It
should take us about six hours to walk twenty-seven kilometers; we can manage
that. Didn’t you say the area is famous for its Chianti?”
“The
best Chianti and the most beautiful village in Italy. You will never want to
leave.”
“Sounds
like a good place to wait out the war, a glass of wine in hand, a bambino on my lap, and a goddess in my bed. The perfect
place for us to begin our new life.” He drew her close and caressed her
abdomen.
It
seemed impossible that amid the chaos of war their child had been conceived.
She hadn’t meant it to happen and feared he’d think she’d entrapped him. But
when she told him, he was overjoyed, professing his excitement to be a father.
She knew, then, that his love for her was true.
Sometime
after dawn, the explosions ceased and the Uffizi Gallery grew quiet. Gerhard
had kept his military uniform on until the last second. But now the die had
been cast and it was time to escape. He discarded his uniform and donned the
clothes of a civilian. Sophia straightened his collar while he stuffed the fake
identity papers into his pocket.
“Well,
Giorgio Bandini, accountant from Pisa, are you ready to begin the next phase of
your life?”
He
grabbed her around the waist and kissed her. “So long as I’m allowed to make
love every night to the most desirable woman in the world. Shall we go, angelo mio.”
Sophia
knew the Vasari Corridor like the back of her hand. If need be, she could walk
it blindfolded. The concealed passageway above the bridge would be their escape
route. She gave silent thanks to the clever Duke Cosimo I de’Medici who, in
1565, had ordered Giorgio Vasari to build the secret corridor. It allowed the
Medici family to travel from the Palazzo Vecchio to the Palazzo Pitti in safety
and privacy. During the five years Sophia had worked at the Uffizi, instead of
walking the crowded Ponte Vecchio below, she’d chosen to walk the three-quarter
mile from the Uffizi to the Pitti in privacy, just as the Medici family had.
Holding
a candle for her, Gerhard followed her through the unmarked secret door near
the Botticelli room and down a flight of stairs. She unlocked another door and,
after he passed through it, she locked it behind her. The minute the door shut,
it was as if the air changed. The eerie silence was disconcerting after the
hours of continuous bombings.
“Don’t
worry, it always feels like you’ve entered another world,” she said.
“Cooler.
I’ll take it.” He shifted the heavy backpack to his other shoulder.
Taking
his hand, she led him through the twists and turns of the corridor. “Before the
war these walls were hung with Medici portraits. Now they’re hidden in storage
vaults. The war has altered the world forever.”
“Not
forever, amore mio."
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Belle Ami writes intriguing romantic/suspense/thrillers with
a teaspoon of sex. A self-confessed news
junky she loves to create cutting-edge
stories about politics, espionage, and redemptive love. She is a Kathryn
McBride scholar of Bryn Mawr College in Pennsylvania. Writing, cooking,
spinning, hiking, boxing, and skiing are her passions.
She is the author of The Only One series, The
One (#1), and The One & More (#2). Her third in
the series titled One More Time is Not Enough, was published July
13th, 2016. She was honored to be included in the RWA LARA Christmas
Anthology Holiday Ever After featuring her short story The Christmas Encounter. Her
next series entitled The Tip of the Spear begins with Escape, published
January 10, 2017. The sequel to Escape, entitled Vengeance was published
September 12, 2017.
The Girl Who Knew da Vinci is her latest release. It’s an
intriguing romance/paranormal/thriller. She is currently working on
book three of The Tip of the Spear Series, titled Ransom.
She lives in Southern California
with her husband, two children, a horse named Cindy Crawford, and her brilliant
Chihuahua, Giorgio Armani. Connect with her here:
