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When I was younger, we used to spend every moment possible at my maternal grandparents’ house, especially in the summers. They lived on a large lot in the city, on a corner, and they had two driveways. Such a novelty for us!
Both had been born in Palermo, Sicily, to poor parents who did all their own farming and sewing. They brought those skills with them when they came to the United States at the tender age of twenty-one.
In their large yard were fruit trees, an herb garden, and a vegetable garden featuring corn, tomatoes, green beans, cucumbers, lettuce, peppers, and even grapes. Yes, Grandpa made homemade wine, and of course we were allowed to taste it.
Aside from the incredible food available at Grandma and Grandpa’s house all the time, our summers included picking fresh fruit from the trees, admiring her beautiful flower garden, and watching Grandpa work next door in his shoe shop. There were advantages to having a shoemaker as a grandparent.
Not only was my grandmother an amazing cook, but she didn’t use recipes. A fact I wish I’d thought to take into account all those years ago. So many of the incredible things she made are lost to me because I’ve forgotten how to make them, and no one ever wrote them down. But I remember the tastes.
Among my favorites were homemade spaghetti sauce and pasta, lasagna, eggplant parmesan, every kind of imaginable cookie and baked good, homemade pizza, and roasted peppers and Italian sausage. I’ve tried many times to duplicate the tastes I remember, but I can’t even come close.
A few times, I spent a couple of weeks during the summer with them, just so I could have my own room to sleep in at night, and so I could watch her cook and listen to her amazing stories. She spoke in a thick, half-English, half-Italian accent, and was a gifted story teller. She also was an intelligent woman who could read people in a second. And she always right.
I learned a great deal from my grandparents besides gardening and cooking. I learned integrity, strength of character, and the value of hard work. But most of all I remember the summers at their home and in their yard. They’re among the best memories of my entire childhood.
Graphic designer Lynda Shelton has agreed to marry Mergers and Acquisitions legend Merrick Dalton for one reason only. To save her family’s company. She’s warned this is a marriage in name only. Merrick will never love her. That’s fine with Lynda because she has sworn off men.
Merrick Dalton has wanted Shelton Energy for a long time, so when he’s asked to save the company, he jumps at the chance. He has vowed never to love another woman, but Merrick can give Lynda what he’s been assured she wants. Material comfort and social standing.
The one place where Merrick and Lynda connect is in bed. She has a penchant for his kinky tastes, and he stirs desire in her like she’s never known. But when their secrets surface, the reason they married turns into a dangerous game of illusions and lies.
About the Author:Ravenna Tate lives in the Midwest where it’s cold six months out of the year, but inside her stories you’ll find plenty of heat. The sex is hot, the men are alpha, and the women give them a run for their money.
Buy the book at Evernight Publishing.