Join the New York Times bestselling author on a journey to the sun-washed hills of Tuscany. Another sexy, wonderful, contemporary love story with all the heart, wisdom, and wit that have made Susan Elizabeth Phillips the gold standard for women's fiction.
Dr. Isabel Favor, author of Four Cornerstones for a Favorable Life, has sacrificed everything to build her self-help empire. Then, in a matter of weeks, it all comes crashing down. She loses her money to an unscrupulous accountant, her fiancé to a frumpy older woman, and her reputation to headlines denouncing her as a fraud. America's diva of self-help soon discovers she can fix everyone's life but her own. Broke, heartsick, and soul-weary, she heads for Italy in search of a little breathing room.
Lorenzo Gage makes his living killing people... on the silver screen, that is. He's viciously handsome and sublimely talented. But as he begins his vacation in Italy, he's also vaguely dissatisfied. Being a villain with a face to die for has its rewards, but he hates the feeling that everything he's neglected in life is catching up with him. Then he spots Isabel sipping a glass of wine in a sidewalk café. A good guy wouldn't think of seducing such a tidy-looking woman... but he'd never seen the fun in playing the hero.
It doesn't take long for Isabel to realize she's escaped one kind of chaos only to be plunged into another. Even the shelter of a simple stone farmhouse nestled in a Tuscan olive grove can't provide her with the refuge she needs—not when the townspeople are scheming to drive her away, and her plan to restore her reputation has come up empty. And especially not when the man who deceived her refuses to leave her in peace.
Breathing Room is a book for any woman who's dreamed of wandering through a vineyard, of lazing under the Tuscan sky, or of reforming a deliciously wicked man. This is a story of hope and renewal, of love and redemption when it's needed the most. Sometimes it takes a special place... a special love... a little breathing room... for life to deliver all its glorious promise.
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About the Author
Susan Elizabeth Phillips is a New York Times, Publisher’s Weekly, and USA Today bestselling author, known for her lighthearted, sparkling, and addictive contemporary romance novels which include the Chicago Stars series, the Wynette, Texas series, and multiple stand-alone books. She has published more than twenty books including It had to be You, First Star I See Tonight, and Dance Away with Me. Her novels have been published in more than 30 languages and appear on bestseller lists worldwide. Visit Susan’s website at www.susanelizabethphillips.com.
Place of Birth:Cincinnati, Ohio
Education:B.F.A., Ohio University
Read an Excerpt
Breathing RoomChapter One
Dr. Isabel Favor prized neatness. During the week she wore exquisitely tailored black suits with tasteful leather pumps and a strand of pearls at her throat. On weekends she favored tidy sweater sets or silk shells, always in a neutral palette. A well-cut bob and an assortment of expensive beauty products generally tamed her blond hair's inclination to rearrange itself into disobedient curls. If that failed, she resorted to narrow velvet headbands.
She wasn't beautiful, but her evenly spaced light brown eyes sat exactly where they should, and her forehead rose in proportion to the rest of her face. Her lips were a shade too lavish, so she camouflaged them with nude-toned lipstick and dotted foundation on her nose to mute an unruly splash of freckles. Good eating habits kept her complexion creamy and her figure slender and healthy, although she would have preferred slimmer hips. In nearly every respect she was an orderly woman, the exception being a slightly uneven right thumbnail. While she no longer bit it to the quick, it was markedly shorter than her other nails, and nibbling at its edges remained the only habit from her very untidy childhood that she'd never entirely been able to conquer.
As the lights in the Empire State Building went on outside her office windows, Isabel tucked her thumb inside her fist to resist temptation. Lying on her art deco desk was that morning's issue of Manhattan's favorite tabloid. The feature article had festered inside her all day, but she'd been too busy to brood. Now it was brooding time.
The former administrative assistant to well-known self-help author and lecturer Dr. Isabel Favor says her employer is the boss from hell. "She's a total control freak," declares Teri Mitchell, who resigned from her position last week....
"She didn't resign," Isabel pointed out. "I fired her after I found two months' worth of fan mail she didn't bother to open." Her thumbnail crept to her teeth. "And I'm not a control freak."
"Coulda fooled me." Carlota Mendoza emptied a brass wastebasket into the receptacle on her cleaning cart. "You're also what was those other things she said driven and demanding? Sí, those, too."
"I am not. Get the top of those light fixtures, will you?"
"Do I look like I got a ladder with me? And stop biting your nails."
Isabel tucked away her thumb. "I have standards, that's all. Unkindness is a flaw. Stinginess, envy, greed all flaws. But am I any of those things?"
"There's a bag of candy bars hidden in the backa your bottom drawer, but my English isn't too good, so maybe I don' understand this greed stuff."
"Very funny." Isabel didn't believe in eating her feelings, but it had been a horrible day, so she slid open her emergency drawer, pulled out two Snickers bars, and tossed one to Carlota. She'd simply put in extra time with her yoga tapes tomorrow morning.
Carlota caught the candy bar and leaned against her cart to tear it open. "Just outta curiosity...you ever wear jeans?"
"Jeans?" Isabel smooshed the chocolate against the roof of her mouth, taking a moment to savor it before she replied. "Well, I used to." She set down the candy bar and rose from the desk. "Here, give me that." She grabbed Carlota's dust cloth, kicked off her pumps, and tugged up the skirt of her Armani suit so she could climb onto the couch to reach a wall sconce.
Carlota sighed. "You're gonna tell me again, aren't you, about how you put yourself through college cleaning houses?"
"And offices and restaurants and factories." Isabel used her index finger to get between the scrollwork. "I waited tables all through graduate school, washed dishes oh, I hated that job. While I wrote my dissertation, I ran errands for lazy rich people."
"What you are now, except without the lazy part."
Isabel smiled and moved on to the top of a picture frame. "I'm trying to make a point. With hard work, discipline, and prayer, people can make their dreams come true."
"If I wanted to hear all this, I'da bought a ticket to one of your lectures."
"Yet here I am giving you my wisdom for free."
"Lucky me. You done yet? 'Cause I got other offices to clean tonight."
Isabel stepped down from the couch, handed over the dust cloth, then rearranged the cleaning bottles on the top of the cart so Carlota wouldn't have to reach so far for the ones she needed. "Why did you ask about jeans?"
"Just trying to picture it in my mind." Carlota popped the rest of the Snickers into her mouth. "All the time you look ritzy, like you don't know what a toilet is, let alone how to clean one."
"I have to maintain an image. I wrote Four Cornerstones of a Favorable Life when I was only twenty-eight. If I hadn't dressed conservatively, no one would have taken me seriously."
"You're what, sixty-two now? You need jeans."
"I just turned thirty-four, and you know it."
"Jeans and a pretty red blouse, one of them tight ones to show off your boobs. And some really high heels."
"Speaking of hookers, did I tell you those two ladies who hang out by the alley showed up at the new job program yesterday?"
"Those whores'll be back on the street by next week. I don' know why you waste your time with them."
"Because I like them. They're hard workers." Isabel kicked back in her chair, forcing herself to concentrate on the positive instead of that humiliating newspaper article. "The Four Cornerstones work for everybody, from streetwalkers to saints, and I have thousands of testimonials to prove it."
Carlota snorted and...Breathing Room. Copyright © by Susan Phillips. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.