If someone is too good to be true, it’s usually because they’re trying to keep the doors shut on a closet straining with skeletons. That’s always rung true with Francesca Abbey, even though she doesn’t want to be a sceptic. It doesn’t help that she’s in the wrong profession, her past relationships have been disastrous and her mother? Hardly Claire Cosby. But there’s something about Luca, a gentle giant who enters stage left as if he was just waiting for the right time. He’s ridiculously gorgeous with questionable taste in shirts but impeccable taste in food. Every woman’s walking fantasy. He makes her want to believe life can be the Disney Channel every day with all the sensual, explicit and downright dirty parts of HBO thrown in. Gianluca Caristo liked to think he was a practical man. It came with the territory of his current profession and certainly helped with his former. He wasn’t given to flights of fancy or madcap ideas, but he would never forget the vivid dream he had when he faced being locked up on the lies of his ex-girlfriend. When he comes face to face with his dream girl two years later, he’s sold on fate, karma, serendipity—all of it. Francesca is his future. His reward in exchange for his solemn vow to never do violence again. It’s a shame that everyone is testing the limits of that promise. As their pasts threaten to interfere with Luca and Frankie’s fledgling relationship, the future they so badly want happens a lot faster than either of them intended. The fourth in the Italian Knights series is a front-row seat to fools rushing in, enjoying it far too much, ignoring all advice and knowing you’d do it all over again if you had the chance.