São meus dias em forma de poesia... Tenho que escrever tudo, Datar Tudo, A cada mudança Pois minha cabeça não guarda nada! Pra amanhã eu ter lembranças...

Kevin Sayer é um enólogo que deixou o passado e seu país em busca de uma nova vida, na Itália, num dos maiores e mais importantes vinhedos encontra paz e a vida simples que sempre sonhou. O vinho De Martino é sua paixão agora. Não está disposto a permitir que mais nada tire seu sossego. Não quer um relacionamento. Não depois do que aconteceu em seu passado. Tudo está bem e definido até Valentina surgir em sua vida. Valentina Grimaldi é uma irmã perdida de seu amigo e chefe Vittorio De Martino. Ela chega a Vila De Martino para conhecer a família e o encontro de Kevin e Valentina pode mudar a vida dos dois. Valentina tem seus traumas, depois de ver o que sua mãe passou nas mãos de um homem canalha que a abandonou sozinha com um bebê tudo que ela quer é viver bem longe de problemas amorosos. Mas lá está Kevin com seus cabelos e músculos, ar sedutor e disposto a invadir sua vida sem pedir licença. Valentina e Kevin tem apenas uma coisa em comum, os dois buscam um recomeço. BREVE NA AMAZON

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.