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This week at Typical Distractions our book boyfriend is the mysterious
Giovanni Vecchio
the gorgeous Italian book collector from Elizabeth Hunter’s Elemental Series. He is smooth and sophisticated with a dark and mysterious side that will draw you into an adventure worth exploring. The Elemental Series has several books and a wonderful story staring Gio and B that you will not want to miss. Below are the four books to the series and little blurb from Elizabeth Hunter’s website about the series, which can be found here, on her website dedicated to this creative world. Check out a little teaser below from the first book when Gio and B are starting to get to know each other! Happy Reading!
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“Welcome to the Elemental Mysteries, where history and the paranormal collide, and where no secret stays hidden forever. Join five hundred year old rare book dealer, Giovanni Vecchio, and librarian, Beatrice De Novo, as they travel the world in search of the mystery that brought them together, the same mystery that could tear everything they love apart.”
The Elemental Mysteries are a four book paranormal romance/mystery series for adult readers.
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“I’m sorry for your loss, Beatrice.”
She turned to him, amusement evident in her face. “Why do you insist on using my name like that?”
He stepped closer. “Like what?”
She flushed, but didn’t back away from him. He noticed her body was already reacting to his proximity. The hairs on her arms were drawn toward his energy and goose-bumps pricked her skin. He wondered what would happen if he reached out ran a hand along the smooth skin of her forearm. He could almost imagine the soft feel of it under his fingertips.
“You know… with the accent.” Her eyebrows drew together. “And the old-fashioned manners. And what’s with the grandmother-charming?” She glanced at him before looking back toward the guitarist. “Are you trying to charm me, too?”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Are you charmed, Beatrice?” he asked, letting her name roll of his tongue. “I don’t think you are.”
Ignoring his own reaction and reminding himself of his objective, he took a deliberate step back and slipped his hands in his pockets, nodding toward another musician at the end of the parking lot.
“Shall we?”
She followed where his eyes led and they stepped back into the flow of people.
“Your personality is too large for one letter, Beatrice. And, for the record, I don’t think anyone charms your grandmother. She does all the charming necessary.”
She laughed, her head falling back as her eyes lit in amusement. Giovanni stopped for a second, entranced by the clear, joyful sound. He stared at her, drawn to her dark eyes. He stepped toward her a fraction too quickly, but the girl was lost in her own amusement and didn’t notice.
“Yeah, Gio. My grandmother got all the charm in the De Novo family. She’s got it in spades, my grandfather used to say,” she replied, still chuckling.
Not all of it.
“Gio?” he asked, amused she had chosen the name only his closest friends called him. “Well,” she shrugged, “you don’t look like a ‘Gianni’ to me, so… yeah, ‘Gio.’ If you’re going to call me Beatrice, I’m going to call you Gio.”
He stopped in the middle of the crowd, staring at her until she halted and turned back to look at him.
“What?” she asked, and her forehead wrinkled in confusion.
The people flowed around her, the seemingly endless, monotonous stream of humanity he had lived among for five hundred years. But she stood, dressed in black, her fair skin flushed with life and her brown eyes lit with a kind of intelligence, curiosity, and humor that set her apart. For a moment, he allowed himself to forget his interest in her father and enjoy the unexpected pleasure of her company.
She was bold and shy, formal and friendly. She was young, he realized, and innocent in a way he could remember, yet her short life seemed to have been shaped by loss and abandonment. She was, surprisingly, rather fascinating.
“Inexplicable,” he muttered under his breath, and walked toward her in the crowd. He hadn’t realized she heard him, but her eyebrows lifted in amusement.
“Nothing’s inexplicable. Just not explained yet.” She smiled at him in the noisy mass of people, and he let his green eyes linger on her face for a brief moment before they kept walking through the fair.
“Perhaps, Beatrice. Perhaps you may be right.”
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Make sure to check the Elemental Mystery Series out for more of the illustrious Giovanni Vecchio. Click here for links to the first book on Amazon and Goodreads. Ciao Bella!