TAKE ME TO ITALY, PLEASE!
Lisa A. Olech
In my latest release, ROCK SOLID,
my hero Maximo Vega is a sculptor. Part of the research I did for this book
sent me through the Google maze looking at the most famous sculptures made from
the finest materials. There is something so magical and beautiful about marble.
From stairways to our greatest works of art, marble seems to be the stone of
choice.
And if you’re searching for the
best marble in the world, look no further than Carrara, Italy. You see, Carrara,
Italy is nestled where the Rivera melts into the south. It’s flanked with
towering mountains containing the world’s purest marble. Carrara has been
linked with quarrying and carving marble since the Roman age. Did you know that
the block of marble Michelangelo carved into “David” and “Moses” came
from Carrara? It’s is rumored that it was given to him directly from the Pope.
Be it Carrara’s warm beaches or
hillsides filled with ripe olive trees or its magnificent mountains, some day
I’d love to visit. To see the massive quarries where one historian proclaimed
that their marble to be “the snow the gods have made eternal.”
In ROCK SOLID, Maximo Vega creates
his own masterpiece from this eternal snow. It’s titled “Implorare.” Seems he’s found his muse.
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BLURB:
MAXIMO VEGA is a “rock” star! The media proclaimed him 'The
Sculptor for the New Generation,' but he’s a reclusive artist ensnared by fame.
Driven and intense, his isolation only adds to his mystique. Couple that with
his smoldering good looks and rich Italian accent… Fans sigh his name.
EMILY BASKINS is a gifted graduate student at the Stoddard School of Art. To land an internship at the Vega Studio is her golden ticket. All she has to do is follow the rules. And stay out of trouble. Two things Emily has never been able to do.
As Max becomes trapped in the glare of the limelight, he discovers his greatest muse. He teaches Emily to breathe passion into clay and give marble a soul. But is their fiery relationship as rock solid as they believe? Or will a lie shatter the illusion?
EMILY BASKINS is a gifted graduate student at the Stoddard School of Art. To land an internship at the Vega Studio is her golden ticket. All she has to do is follow the rules. And stay out of trouble. Two things Emily has never been able to do.
As Max becomes trapped in the glare of the limelight, he discovers his greatest muse. He teaches Emily to breathe passion into clay and give marble a soul. But is their fiery relationship as rock solid as they believe? Or will a lie shatter the illusion?
EXCERPT:
Maximo Vega gathered his composure. He wore a black
T-shirt, gray across the shoulders with dust, worn jeans, and heavy boots under
a thick leather apron that reached to his knees. Hanging his head and bracing
his hands on his hips, he was a study in frustration. The sleeves of his shirt
hugged defined muscles of steely arms. And his hands…they were artist’s hands.
Sculptor’s hands. Beaten by stone and scarred by tools. They spoke of years of
rugged, blistering work.
He was tall. His shadowed jaw, rigid with anger,
cut sharply against the tanned column of his neck. Maximo slapped the chisel on
his leathered thigh. “I pay you. You find me good hands! Not idiota!”
“I’m sorry, Maximo. He’s gone. You’ll never have to
work with him again.”
“Good.”
The great artist’s gaze slid over Emily. His eyes
stopped at the white-knuckled hold she had on the large black portfolio.
He waved a hand toward her. “What are you?”
Emily’s throat slammed shut.
“A new intern possibly,” offered Dante. “She’s here
from the Stoddard School of Art.”
Deep brown eyes the color of rich coffee, no cream,
speared her beneath frowning brows. He flipped his hand toward the portfolio.
“Come. Show me.”
Emily shot a look to Dante. He gave her a tiny nudge,
like a parent pushing a frightened child toward Santa’s lap.
“Come, come, come.” He snatched the portfolio from
her numb fingers, unzipped it and laid it open across a crowded worktable. He
used the rag in his hand to wipe the sweat from his lip as he flipped through
photos and sketches of her latest works.
“Nice. Hmm. No.” A nod for this one. A shake of the
head for another. “Yes. This one is good. Good.”
He looked away from her sketches and gave her a
hard stare before looking down the full length of her and back again in a slow
appraisal. Emily released the breath she was holding.
“Let me see your hands.”
She held them out and he grasped her wrists and
examined first her palms before turning them over.
“Cold,” he said just loud
enough for her to hear.
The smell of the heat of his body and the spice of
soap drifted past her.
“Nervous.”
He lifted a quick eyebrow. “Good.”
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BIO:
Lisa A. Olech is
an artist/writer living in her dream house nestled among the lakes in New
England. She loves getting lost in a steamy book, finding the perfect pair of
sexy shoes, and hearing the laughter of her men. Being an estrogen island in a
sea of testosterone makes her queen. She believes in ghosts, silver linings,
the power of a man in a tuxedo, and happy endings.
You can find her
at: www.lisaolech.com,
Facebook: www.facebook.com/Lisa.A.Olech.Writer, Twitter: www.twitter.com/LisaOlech
1 comment:
Thank you so much for hosting me, Aubrie! If I can charm anyone into bringing me to Italy, I'll take you with me!! XOXO Lisa
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