{"id":264184,"date":"2026-07-15T01:56:41","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T22:56:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/italy-can-bite-me-melisa-ryun\/"},"modified":"2026-07-15T01:56:41","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T22:56:41","slug":"italy-can-bite-me-melisa-ryun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/italy-can-bite-me-melisa-ryun\/","title":{"rendered":"Italy Can Bite Me – MeLisa Ryun"},"content":{"rendered":"
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They dive into desire like it\u2019s a perfectly temperature-controlled pool while I\u2019m here awkwardly checking the pH balance. My fingers shake as I type. For once, I want to be reckless. I want something that makes my heart race, my skin buzz, and shuts down my brain\u2019s habitual reruns of worst-case scenarios. Me: Better hurry back. The vineyard isn\u2019t the same without someone making inappropriate grape innuendos.<\/p>\n

Italian Stallion: Careful, principessa. Keep talking like that and I\u2019ll think you want me to be inappropriate. Me: Maybe I do. I hit Send before I can overthink it. For the first time in my life, I want to be the woman who takes what she wants. Now I just need to make him break his rule. OceanofPDF.com CAN WE GET TO the part where I climax? The buildup is killing me. This is what my life has come to\u2014sitting at a gorgeous Italian dinner party thinking about orgasms.<\/p>\n

Not just any orgasms. Specifically the kind I want Matteo Monti to give me. Repeatedly. In various positions. Preferably while speaking Italian. I should be soaking up every magical detail of Enrico and Caterina\u2019s backyard, not daydreaming about my tour guide returning and whispering naughty promises against my neck.<\/p>\n

I force myself to pay attention, like a good event planner should. String lights crisscross overhead, creating a constellation of tiny stars. Rustic wooden tables stretch out endlessly, covered in linens so white they\u2019re judging my impure thoughts. Weathered wine barrels serve double duty as cocktail stations, complete with mason jars filled with flickering candles. Even the setting sun feels like foreplay, caressing the vineyard with fingers of gold that make me think of other kinds of touching. The air is thick with the aroma of enough Italian food to feed a small army.<\/p>\n

Platters of handmade pasta glisten with olive oil, and fresh herbs have been scattered on the tables like edible confetti. The vineyard workers and seniors have merged into one big, happy, wine- soaked family\u2014sharing stories between bites of pecorino and prosciutto. Mrs. Thomas is glowing as she chats with a volunteer from her hometown in Michigan. \u201cYour grandmother owns Romano\u2019s Deli? I eat there every Sunday after church!\u201d I wonder how these tablecloths would feel against my back if he took me right here? Oh yeah, gone is Katie Crawford, Professional Event Planner Who Has Her Shit Together.<\/p>\n

My brain keeps glitching to one thought: MatteoMatteoMatteoMatteo. And then he appears.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2025 by M\u00e9Lisa Ryun. All rights reserved. Thank you for reading an authorized copy of this book. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Italy Can Bite Me is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents in this production are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.<\/p>\n

Published in the United States by Create Mode Media, LLC. All rights reserved. Printed in USA. First edition 2025. Cover design by Lisa Kubja. Create Mode Media LLC 7925 W. Russell Road #401103 Las Vegas, NV 89140 eBook Edition ISBN-13: 9781947775121 Paperback Edition ISBN-13: 9781947775138 For permission requests contact: info@melisaryun.com www.melisaryun.com OceanofPDF.com DEDICATION To the overthinkers, the ones who hold back\u2026 This is your sign. Take the leap. Chase your dream. The unknown is where the best stories begin.<\/p>\n

OceanofPDF.com 1. CHAPTER ONE 2. CHAPTER TWO 3. CHAPTER THREE 4. CHAPTER FOUR 5. CHAPTER FIVE 6. CHAPTER SIX 7. CHAPTER SEVEN 8. CHAPTER EIGHT 9. CHAPTER NINE 10. CHAPTER TEN 11. CHAPTER ELEVEN Contents 12. CHAPTER TWELVE 13. CHAPTER THIRTEEN 14. CHAPTER FOURTEEN 15. CHAPTER FIFTEEN 16. CHAPTER SIXTEEN 17. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 18. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 19. CHAPTER NINETEEN 20. CHAPTER TWENTY 21. CHAPTER TWENTY ONE 22. EPILOGUE BONUS EPILOGUE MORE BOOKS BY M\u00c9LISA RYUN AUTHORS’ NOTE ACKNOWLEDGMENTS ABOUT THE AUTHORS OceanofPDF.com MY FISTS CLENCH LIKE they\u2019re crushing invisible stress balls.<\/p>\n

With every crooked envelope Petra stuffs, I squeeze tighter. The dining room table\u2014Jared\u2019s precious antique mahogany\u2014is a war zone of calligraphy pens, address labels, and ninety-seven wedding invitations. My best friend seems hell-bent on destroying each cream-colored tissue insert. Her weapons of choice? Neglect and clumsy fingers. This is what I get for thinking I could wrangle Petra \u201cChaos Is My Kink\u201d Brinkman into conforming to my wedding standards.<\/p>\n

We\u2019re talking about the girl who turned her art history final into a radical, all-nude slideshow because\u2014and I quote\u2014\u201cart should challenge the system.\u201d I release my death grip and adjust my sensible button-down blouse. It\u2019s the blue one with tiny pink flowers that Jared loves and Petra calls my \u201csexy hall monitor\u201d look. I\u2019ve tied my golden-blonde hair into what I call a CHAPTER ONE KATIE tactical ponytail, held by three hair ties\u2014because backup plans should always have backup plans.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s not paranoia, it\u2019s preparation. There\u2019s a difference. Sign. Seal. Stamp. Another invitation goes on the stack. \u201cFor the love of all things laminated, what are you doing?\u201d I lunge across the table to stop Petra as she attempts the next envelope assassination.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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