This is a great book people. And not only because it’s set in Italy. Plus, the covers of this series are amazing.

Finding Edward (Save Me, #3) by Suzanne McKenna Link released last week in the Adult, Contemporary, Romance genre.

When Edward’s beloved grandmother dies, she doesn’t just leave behind money. His inheritance includes a father in Italy he never knew he had.
Now he’s forced to navigate a country he doesn’t know, using a language he doesn’t speak, in search of a man who has no clue Edward even exists.

He’s expecting disappointment. He’s expecting anger. He’s expecting pain. But what Edward isn’t expecting is to stumble across the one woman to ever steal his heart … the one woman he can never have.

Edward’s past and future collide, leaving him more lost — and more alive than he’s ever felt before.

Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/51704034-finding-edward

Book 1 in the series, Saving Toby, is free during the blitz. Here’s the Amazon link: https://www.amazon.com/Saving-Toby-ebook/dp/B00EV6K2AC

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The fortress-like house several stories high, sat insulated from the road by a stately stone wall. Hardy ivy encroached upon a metal marquee set above an imposing pair of dark-stained entry doors. It read: Villa Campanella. I couldn’t make out much beyond the massive doors, other than the house was white concrete with vivid emerald green-shuttered windows. 

At the doorstep, a skinny gray cat curled around my shins, meowing for attention. I bent down and scratched it on the shoulders. It arched its back with approval. To the right of the doors, I spied an old-fashioned twist doorbell. A turn of the key emitted a loud, sharp buzzer over my head, followed by feet tip-tapping down a set of steps. One of the burnished wooden doors swung open with a breezy whoosh revealing Ivayla, smiling.

“Ciao!” She scooped the cat into her arms and kissed the top of its head. “I see Romeo is making friends with our Edward from New York.”

I followed her up a narrow stairway of dark polished wood. Her ivory dress moved with her, swishing gently across the back of her tan thighs. The top of the stairs opened to a covered, terracotta-floored terrace. Ivayla deposited the cat onto one of the several turquoise cushioned patio chairs. 

Ceiling fans with giant leaf-like blades circled overhead, creating a cooling breeze. I heard a gentle rumble of water off in the distance. Past an ornate black metal railing, lay an unobstructed, grand, panoramic view of the sea.

I whistled, long and slow. “Sweet. I bet you never tire of that view.” 

“Often a problem.” A man’s voice answered.

I swiveled to find its owner, a man sitting in the shade at a table off to the side, a cloudy ring of cigarette smoke wreathed his head.

“When you no remind yourself, you forget value,” he said, his English heavy with the regional accent.

I stared, not knowing how to or if I should respond.

“Babbo.” Ivayla went to him, her voice soft. “This is Edward. He is from New York, the one I told you and Papà about.”

Babbo leaned back in his chair. Wavy blue-black hair, long in the front, swept carelessly over one eye. In the gentle breeze, the white linen of his pants and a tunic billowed on his lean frame. Ivayla had his wavy full, blue-black hair.

“Ed… Edward.” I stepped closer and held out my hand.

His eyes dipped to my hand, but he made no motion to take it. He studied me for a long moment and then snubbed out his cigarette. A kaleidoscope of colors stained his hands, from long lean fingers to bony wrists. Was it ink, markers, paint? I couldn’t be sure.  

“Buona giornata.” With a nod, he shook my hand. “I am Paolo Lo Duca.”

I clamped onto his hand and swallowed. 

“Paolo Lo Duca… the artist?” 

“Si. I paint a small bit,” he said.

A small bit? Was the guy kidding? No wonder Ivayla had dismissed any family connection between the artist and me. The man was her father.

“I saw several of your paintings at the gallery store in town. Your work is amazing, the level of detail, incredible.” I shook his hand again before casting Ivayla a look of betrayal. “Ivayla didn’t tell me you were her father.” 

“As I wish,” he said, offering no explanation. 

A flash of yellow burst through the door behind us. A round-bellied older man in a canary yellow shirt came bustling into the room carrying a large plate piled high with olives, meats, and cheeses. He appeared similar in age to Paolo but with salt and pepper hair and a bushy mustache.

“Ah, there he is!” His joyful smile pushed up full, round cheeks, just like Ivayla’s. He deposited the plates on the table and trounced on me. I found myself wrapped in a full-body hug. “I am Mario. Prego! Welcome to our home!”

When he let go, I handed him the wine and readjusted my shirt collar. “Thank you, sir.” 

AUTHOR BIO:

Suzanne McKenna Link works for a family of newspapers that cover events in and around the South Shore of Long Island, New York. She lives in the town of Sayville with her husband and two children.

SAVING TOBY is her debut novel. The literary love story follows the moving journey of a damaged young man and his love for a girl who might just save him. An avid interest in psychology has Suzanne digging deep into the reasons for her characters’ behaviors. The native Long Islander is fascinated by the how and why of people’s actions. As a result, her characters come to life on the pages.
Author links:

https://www.suzannemckennalink.com/

https://www.instagram.com/suzmcklink/

https://twitter.com/SuzMcKLink

https://www.facebook.com/SuzanneMckennaLink

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7257132.Suzanne_McKenna_Link

GIVEAWAYBlitz-wide giveaway (INT)

• $20 Amazon gift card + 2 ebook copies of Finding Edward

Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/d04251233610/

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