Honeymoon Series eBook Bundle (EBOOKS)

 She went to Italy to mend her broken heart, but instead she found a second chance for love.

💝 She’s a jilted bride. He’s an Italian playboy with a heart of gold.  💝

•  Jilted bride
• Playboy
• Vacation romance
• Slow burn
• Opposites attract
• Set in Italy

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "What a beautiful story. Felt like I was in Italy with the characters in the book. I was hooked right from the beginning.”

ABOUT THIS SERIES

Dumped by her fiancé six weeks before her Valentine's Day wedding, Ava decides to go on her honeymoon alone to mend her broken heart. But by visiting Verona, the City of Love, her life takes on a completely different direction, especially when she meets the mysterious and handsome Nico Cazale.

Ava gives her heart to Nico but problems abound and just when she thinks she can finally trust men, a bigger problem threatens her newly found happiness.

Because falling for Nico Cazale has its fair share of heartache...
The devastatingly handsome and wealthy hotel owner is a man every woman wants but Ava's happiness is short-lived, especially when her insecurities resurface and lead her to believe that she isn't good enough, or enough, for Nico.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "A beautifully written story.” -Reviewer

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "Great well developed characters, a strong storyline and soothing romance.” -Reviewer

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "This book was great. The characters were wonderfully written. Cannot wait to read the next book in this series.” -Reviewer

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "This story makes me want to drink a glass of wine on a terrace in Italy!” -Reviewer

THIS SPECIAL EBOOK BUNDLE CONTAINS ALL FIVE BOOKS FROM THE HONEYMOON SERIES + THE BONUS EPILOGUE

EBOOKS INCLUDED IN BUNDLE:

These books should be read in the following order:

💝 Honeymoon for One

💝 Honeymoon for Three

💝 Honeymoon Blues

💝 Honeymoon Bliss

💝  Baby Steps

💝 Baby Steps Bonus Epilogue

* PLEASE NOTE: These are DIGITAL downloads/ebooks, and NOT paperback books.

READ AN EXCERPT

Ava lay on the couch and wiped her raw nose again. Her head throbbed with shooting pain and she wanted to close her eyes and drift off to sleep, but she couldn’t. Damn this flu.

Connor would be here soon, she thought, with some consolation. Wincing in pain, she blew her nose yet again and sank back onto the couch, dragging the chenille blanket up to her neck.

Swatches of peach-colored organza and pale pink silk fabric lay on the side at her feet. As soon as her mind cleared enough she would choose one fabric and this would signal the start of the wedding favors sub-project. For now she was too congested to think straight.

Wearily she grabbed the television control. When Harry Met Sally was on and she flicked back and forth between live coverage of the New Year’s Eve celebrations in Times Square and the romantic film she had seen countless times. It was 11:14 p.m.

Connor will be here soon. What’s keeping him so long?

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 The loud cheers on TV woke her up. The Robitussin had done its job and she had managed to slip into a delicious sleep. Ava shook her head, not quite believing the clock on the television screen. It was midnight already.  A digital counter in one corner of the screen counted down, “10… 9…8…7…”

No sign of Connor anywhere.

She grabbed her cell and called him, her heart racing with thoughts of anything and everything that could have gone wrong.

Dear god, not now.

“5…4…”

“Connor?  Where are you? I’ve been worried sick.”  A part of her was relieved to hear his voice again and to know that he was all right, and another part of her was angry that he wasn’t by her side on this special night.

“3…2…1…Happy New Year, everybody!” The crowds went crazy in the main square and New Year’s Eve confetti rained down from the skies.

It was here. The New Year had finally arrived. And the wedding was only six weeks away. A burst of happiness exploded through her, wiping out the worry she had felt when Connor hadn’t turned up.

“Happy New Year, darling.” She smiled as she said it, even though her head hurt and her throat felt as though it had been sandpapered.

There was a pause at the other end.

“I can’t do it, Ava. I’m sorry.” Connor sounded dull and quiet, but in the background she could hear everyone at Russell’s house party screaming and hooting for joy.

She blinked in confusion. Had she heard him right? Maybe the Robitussen was playing tricks on her.

“Can’t do what, Connor?” she asked in a muffled voice, as she wiped her nose with a soggy Kleenex.

“I can’t marry you. I’m sorry. I can’t go through with it.” His words cut her more than her throbbing headache or throat.

“What? Connor?” What did you just say?

“I’m sorry, I can’t go through with the wedding. I don’t think I love you.”

She had heard him the first time.

I don’t think I love you.

From deep inside her, she managed to find the strength to say, “You don’t?” but it was more to herself, than to him, and then she hung up. She felt as though she was back in high school, tall, gangly, big-eyed, and long-necked and the coolest girls in school picked on her for looking like a freak. Then as now, she felt her body shaking all over, except that it didn’t really feel as though she was inside it. The next moment she collapsed backwards onto the couch and let out a gut wrenching scream, flinging her arms out and sending the swatches of organza and silk fabric hovering delicately to the floor. She heard a primal, guttural sound ringing in the air and it took her a few seconds to figure out that it was her voice.

I don’t think I love you.

Their wedding was only six weeks away.