Humorous and with dark twists, this Fitzgerald Family Saga will be sure to entertain! A tale of crime, sex, passion and family heritage, read on . . . The Eternal City, Rome does more than call to Caro Fitzgerald, not to mention her son, Toby. Unearthing a past long buried, the future brings about many unexpected, unnerving changes. But her real reason for being in Rome is about to unhinge her. Not the sort of news she wants to hear when trying to locate her son’s father after all these years – her main reason for being back. She might be giddy with excitement about her return to Rome after fourteen years, but at the back of her mind are her worries about raining down a whole heap of secrets on the poor kid’s head. And back then, Caro was different – even Rome was different. Family relationships might differ from household to household, but theirs was as odd or as normal as the next. Responsible for a family empire of hotels and a magnet for females, Caro intrigues the hell out of Nick Sullivan. Never get accustomed to a woman – that was his rule, his motto. He’d tried it – it hadn’t worked. But stepping back into her path does nothing to save him . . . A kick to the belly! But what is Caro’s natural when it comes to men? With new, unfathomed territory to be explored, her skin pebbles in response whenever she sees Nick, sending shock waves to her core. Can she own the moment and run with it? Or will it lead to the morning walk of shame, all bets off? The sixty-four million-dollar question! Game on . . . decision made!

Rich and famous? How the other half live doesn’t even come close! Always looking over her shoulder, anxiety levels soaring, Frankie welcomes her return to the family madhouse, with its familiar ribbing and insults. The chance to take her mind off what still feels so raw, so recent in her screwed-up life. Filling her time with lots of things to do but no thinking time – that had to be good. But then there’s the gentle reminder of those dreaded emails, the feeling of being watched. Never far away, pain is always lurking beneath the surface. A random shooting? Unlikely . . . And it’s only a matter of time before she’ll have to face it, grieve for her losses and deal with the constant fear that follows her. But is she ready to go there? Can she really be responsible for his death? Something prickles her memory, her fears very real . . . Then the penny drops. A shared past. Her stomach jumping like a grasshopper on speed and used to faking it, her past fears come back to haunt her, having witnessed something no child ever should. Their relationship fiery and strained, can she learn to trust Dev? Always relied on to be the one who centres her, he throws her off-centre completely. A complication she really doesn’t need, will the cold light of day become her great leveller? Or will she succumb? As for Dev, photographer at large – pals? Who is he kidding! His affection for Frankie goes much further . . . her voice an arrow to the groin. But will she ever think of him as anything but a “brother”? Or is he doomed to remain just a shoulder to cry on? Murder, sex and intrigue, this book will keep you guessing.