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Thursday, May 4, 2017

The Women Who Love Rome Book Tour

About the Book

Title: The Women Who Love Rome
Author: London Tracy
Genre: Contemporary Romance / Women’s Fiction
Rome is a rich, successful movie producer, accustomed to having his way; Thursday is sweet, naive, and eager to please. When the two ex-lovers cross paths, it’s love at first sight all over again.
After an explosive reunion, Thursday learns that Rome now shares his home with two ladyloves and has every intention of making her his newest conquest. Together, they embark on a daring, unorthodox living arrangement that pushes the boundaries of lust, love, and the forbidden.


Hypnotized by my attraction to him, a small moan escapes from my mouth as my insides melt. “We probably shouldn’t.”
“But it would be so much fun,” he says to me in a whisper. 
“I’m sure it would be.”
Rome seems intent on weakening me, but I fight the temptation every step of the way. I inhale another much-needed breath and say to myself. Self-control. It’s all about self-control.
“You enjoy flirting with me, don’t you?” I ask him.
I fix my gaze on his lips, the kind I could kiss all day, and all night.
“I have thought about you… a lot.” As soon as I hear the words escape from my mouth, I realize that I have done it now. Am I really bold enough to start something with this man again, knowing that I might regret it later?
I resume a sitting position and slap the seat next to me. “Sit down next to me so that we can catch up.”
Rome is quick to oblige. “So, are you going to let me see those panties?”
With a soft smile, I shake my head, no. If only he really knew how I felt. Then, again, he probably does as the sweat above my upper lip is bound to give me away.
He wears a classic black narrow-brim Fedora hat and if that is not enough to make any woman swoon, he sports a seductive I-haven’t-shaved-in-two-days look that I find utterly intoxicating.
He is one gigantic spoonful of sexy.
At this moment, I have a major hard-on for this man, if such a thing is at all possible for a woman. To halt the amazing memories of our past from running over, I ask him, “Are you on your way to Chicago?”
Rome is a successful film producer in his early 40’s who has always spent his time between Los Angeles and Chicago. His impressive occupation is only one of the three things that drew me to him when we first met. His Fedora hat and half-shaven face being the other two.
I ask him what is front and center of my mind, “Are you still married?”
“You’re going to just jump right in, aren’t you?”
“Of course,” I say.
“I could ask you the same thing,” he says to me, avoiding the question. “Are you married?” He flashes me a cute smile, and I so enjoy the sight before me.
Even though he has yet to answer my question, I answer his, “No, I’m not married. Not anymore.”
“Neither am I,” he says.
“But you were married, weren’t you?” I ask him.
“I used to be a lot of things and being married was one of them. I’m happily divorced.”
Now, this surprises me. I was certain after his divorce that some lucky woman would have scooped him back up again.
“So, how’s being divorced?” he asks me.
“Great. Wonderful. Fantastic. My only problem is,” I say, “ever since my divorce, I have been… just… so preoccupied with thoughts about sex. You know what I mean?”
“I do know what you mean, and you were always like that,” he says to me. “You can’t blame that on the divorce.”
I laugh, enjoying his witty remarks.
“I’m so glad I ran into you this afternoon,” he says to me, “because I have something quite interesting I want to talk to you about.” Rome stands and lifts his Michael Kors messenger bag upon his shoulder. “As a matter of fact, we have some time before our plane leaves. Let’s take a walk, shall we. You’re going to love what I have to say to you.”
“I can hardly wait.” Excited to be in his company after so many years, I gather my things, and we head off for our walk. I am all smiles as we stroll through the airport, my hormones racing, senses heightened. “It really is good to see you,” I say to him.
“It has to be a sign,” he says, “my running into you like this.”
“I was thinking the exact same thing.”
“Are you still writing?” 
“I am, but nothing published since my disastrous memoir.”
“What are you waiting for?” he asks me.
“I’m waiting for my creative muse to give me something different, something that the publishers won’t be able to say no to.”
“Have you written anything about me, yet? About how good I make you feel?”
The memories come flooding back with a bang. “You know I did,” I say.
“No, you haven’t, because if you had, it would’ve been a hit.”
His statement literally stops me in my tracks. “Come again, Mr. Ego. Are you serious?”
“Absolutely. You can call me a lot of things, but you’ll never be able to call me ordinary.”
I would like to disagree with him, but I can’t. There is nothing ordinary about Rome Nicki. The Fedora hat alone makes him memorable to anyone.
“Are you still driving women crazy?” I ask him.
“Not as much as before.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
As we continue on our stroll through the mass of people, I soak up his wondrous feel-good energy.
“You know,” he says, “I’ve been thinking about you, dreaming about you, even.”
“Oh,” I say, as I am beyond flattered. No. I am on fire. “Did you just say you have been dreaming of me?”
“That’s exactly what I said.” He stops, turns to me, and joins his hand with mine. “Listen to me, Thursday,” he says with an authoritative air.
I inhale a breath and swallow hard. He is so serious. 
“Like my college professor used to say,” I say, “You had my curiosity, but now you have my attention, or was it the other way around?”
Rome then escorts me towards the wall, away from the hustling traffic, and says, “I want to recruit you.”
I shake my head and gather my wits. “Recruit me? For what?”
“I can’t get into the specifics right now, but trust me when I say that this will definitely be something to your liking.”
I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “If you wanted to peak my interest, you have succeeded. Tell me more.”
Rome and I resume our stride. I eagerly await his explanation for wishing to recruit me, but he says nothing.
“Well,” I say to him as if to remind him that I am still waiting.
“Do we have time for a drink?” he asks me, his brown eyes searching for the nearest bar.
“There’s always time for a drink. You know that.”
Rome laughs. “That’s right, I almost forgot how much you love a good bottle of wine.”
“And it doesn’t even have to be good.”
Rome and I find a cozy spot at the bar at the Golden Eye Lounge. The bartenders are dressed as Somali pirates and have rifles wrapped around their bodies. I can only hope that the guns are not real.
After we place our order with the bartender, I swerve my chair in Rome’s direction, yearning to devour every word that passes through his lips. He eyes me like a piece of caramel, and I so want to be his candy. By the moment, my temperature is rising, and there is a huge fire bursting in my belly. I wish to initiate an intelligent conversation, but I have nothing. 
Silly me, can’t think of anything to say. I’m blushing furiously under his steady scrutiny. When the much-needed Chardonnay is served, I toss it down, and it does not go unnoticed by Rome.
“I’m not making you nervous, am I?” he asks me.
“Of course, you are.”
“So I haven’t lost my touch?” he says, seemingly flattered.
“Not in the least.”
His freshly bathed aroma stirs an intense emotion in me. I want to bury my head in his chest, nestle my arms around him, and squeeze him like there’s no tomorrow.
It’s official. 
I am under his spell again.

Author Bio

Avid journaler. Dog lover. People lover. Writer. Lover of children. I believe that there’s good and bad in all of us and that the people who like us choose to only focus on the good. I possess an insatiable curiosity about all things. I adore character driven movies and instrumental music that transports me to a place of nirvana. I believe that Leonardo DiCaprio is the most fascinating actor of all time. If I could write as well as he acts, I would be rich. What I love to do more than anything else is talk. The book that most reflects my personality is my novel, “The Women Who Love Rome,” which is available for free at Contact me at londontracy44@yahoo.


The Women Who Love Rome is available for FREE on Smashwords


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