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Fiery Fields
by Mary Carchio Anconetani
Category: Romance/Historical Fiction
Description: Penniless immigrant Teresa wants independence and love. Can she find them in a hostile new world?
eBook Publisher: Awe-Struck E-Books, 2003
eBookwise Release Date: July 2003
 
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [402 KB]
Words: 87642
Reading time: 250-350 min.
"Author Mary Carchio Anconetani seems so well acquainted with the Italian immigrant culture of the early 1900s that she convinced me Fiery Fields was built on her family's oral traditions. I picture her sitting at her grandmother or great-grandmother's knee, questioning her eagerly for every detail of 'how it was then'."--Joy Calderwood, The Word On Romance
He pushed her back into the hallway. As the door swung shut, he pushed her against the wall separating the hall from the factory, dropped his cane and took her into his arms.
Teresa shifted closer to him, clinging to him, unleashing her pent-up hunger for him. His lips at her temple, on her eyes, then upon her mouth, were warm, demanding. No longer was her kiss like the kiss on the rooftop, young, innocent. Passion seized her. The electric sewing machines' pulsing on the wall ran through her, intensifying her heart's throbbing. Her feelings grew more intense, surging through her body. She wanted desperately to welcome him into her body, but a small inner voice brought her back to her senses. Teresa pushed him away, trying to regain control. "I... I... my breath." "I know," his voice was thick with emotion, too. "Isn't it wonderful?" For a moment, he thought his legs were going to buckle under him. He took a deep breath, trying to ease his pounding heart, and leaned back against the wall. He held her hands. "Your hands are so beautiful." He kissed her palms, failing to notice the two-carat diamond ring on her finger. She smiled through her tears. "That lock still refuses to stay in place." She pushed it back. "You look so good to me." "Have you any idea how good you look to me?" Change the subject or I'll give myself to him right here.
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