Where Lemons Bloom
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One of Blair's favorite places in the world is Italy's enchanting Amalfi Coast, with it's almost vertical villages clinging to cliff sides over the Mediterranean Sea. She was staying in a small charming inn 110 steps down from the road with an endless view, when she knew she had to set a story in this breathtaking locale. Where Lemons Bloom was the result.
Romantic suspense that takes the reader on a non-stop thrill ride! Set on the beautiful
Amalfi Coast of Italy.
When Eve Anderson meets Adamo de Leone on a ship bound for Europe, she has no idea of the dark secret that will endanger both their lives. She accompanies him to his home on Italy’s Amalfi Coast to open an inn left to him by his grandfather. But then she learns he spent 5 years in prison for a crime he claims he didn’t commit. Could the man she loves be responsible for embezzling eighty million dollars from the investment firm he once owned?
Adamo wants to hold Eve at arm’s length until he can clear his proud family name. But when there is an attempt on his life and Eve is terrorized by a gun-bearing thug, he realizes how much he wants her, and he must accept whatever help he can get to uncover the well-hidden trail of a six-year-old crime.
PUBLISHED BY WILD ROSE PRESS
Reviews for Where Lemons Bloom
"A heartwarming, perceptive romance with just enough high-stakes drama to keep readers turning the pages." ....more
5 out of 5 Stars - Marlene Harris, EscapeReality.net
"…a non-stop romantic adventure, complete with a dramatic rescue, a romantic cruise, an innocent man trying to clear his name, and his hair-raising confrontation with the ex who did him very, very wrong… All in all, Where Lemons Bloom is romantic suspense where the suspense has the reader frantically flipping pages to make sure everything turns out alright, and the romance is incandescent."
5 out of 5 Stars - Linda Green, FreshFiction.com
…a pulse-racing romance brimming with suspense and intrigue. From bustling New York to beautiful Italy, Blair McDowell paints a picture for the reader that is both breath-taking and evocative. With mystery, danger, true love and hope, Where Lemons Bloom by Blair McDowell has got it all, and I devoured this wonderful story in one sitting."
5 out of 5 Stars - carol78 from Netgalley.com
"…it felt like the author took me on a journey across the globe...The story really captured me from the start. Once I started I could not really stop. I had to know what happened next."
Excerpt from Where Lemons Bloom
It was six-thirty on a bright sunny morning. Ruffio was placing still warm rolls and cornetti into bags for the albergo. Adamo took a deep breath, inhaling the mouth-watering aroma of fresh baked bread. He munched on a sweet roll right out of the oven as the baker put together his order. It was a side benefit to being the one who picked up the breads. It made being up at six o’clock every morning almost worthwhile.
“Two dozen of each,” Ruffio said handing the bags to Adamo. “That will be twenty-four euros.”
Adamo counted out the bills. “Thanks, Ruff. See you tomorrow morning. Ciao.”
He placed the bags in the box on the back of the Vespa, climbed on, and headed back up the hill, not hurrying. The sun was still low in the sky, but it bathed the houses and shops in a warm amber light. It promised to be a hot day.
He had a sudden vision of Eve as she looked when he got up, her hair sleep tousled, her face buried in her pillow. A surge of sheer happiness shot through him. A year ago he would not have believed how drastically his life could change. He was content. More than content.
He was approaching the top of the hill when a car coming from the other direction roared around a steep curve at high speed and, tires squealing, headed straight for him. “What the hell?”
Adrenaline pumped into his veins. No place to go. A drop-off to the sea on his left, the steep mountainside on his right. He slewed his bike sharply to the right. It skidded on gravel and hit a concrete abutment. He flew airborne over the handlebars onto a bed of rocks, and heard, as from a great distance, the crumple of steel against rock as the car smashed into his Vespa. Heart pounding, he brushed blood away from his left eye with a shaking hand. His head was throbbing, his shoulder hurt and blood seemed to be running down his left leg and into his shoe, but he was alive.
He tried to push himself up. His vision clouded for a moment as a sharp pain shot through his head. What was the car doing? Backing up to try again? Adamo stared in disbelief. He shook his head. He must move quickly. The only escape from the murderous car was by climbing the cliff face. Safety lay in climbing up. He knew how to do that. He stood, weaving, uncertain on his feet. No time to lose. Hands in the crevices. Good. Now get a foothold. Climb!
His toes slipped and lost their grip. He collapsed once again on the side of the road. He raised his head to watch the car that would be the instrument of his death.