Smitten with Ravioli (Smitten with Travel Romantic Comedy #1)

by Ellen Jacobson

I knew how to get my life back on track—go to Italy, learn how to make pasta, then come back home and open a restaurant.

What they don’t realize is that the ladies aren’t speechless in their presence because they’re so enraptured by their charm and rugged good looks. No, the ladies are speechless because they’re choking on the aroma cloud the guys have swirling around them. It’s kind of hard to talk when a girl can’t breathe.

Lol. So much truth.

“Seems like we have a few things in common.” “Single people with trust issues?” He nods, then smiles faintly. “And we’re both smitten with ravioli.” “Smitten? I love that word. It’s so cute.” He frowns. “I’m not trying to be cute.” “Well, you are.”

“Yeah, and Leia is his sister.” “Sure, of course, I knew that.” I ring the bell. “Love her sword.” “You mean light saber.” “Sword, light saber, same thing.” “I guess. Except one has a—” “Light,” I say, finishing his sentence.