So this is ROMANCE, Janette Kenny style! Alas, it found it anything but--where were the essential components, things like an enjoyable read, story involvement or even simple escape?
I find it hard to believe that any publisher would publish a manuscript in which a large percentage of the plot development in the first eighty pages moves forward through the endless, highly repetitive ramblings of the two main characters, Gemma and Stefano's, unspoken thoughts.
But, wait, Gemma, the helpless heroine doesn't think--clueless doesn't begin to cover it. She gives money to her addicted brother because, for unknown reasons, she believes he's cleaned up his act--no checking, no thought as to what addiction's about, what addicts are like. She gives more money to her Nonna who's running their inn--again no checking to see what's going on there because, instead, Gemma spends all her free time embroiled in helping her elderly employer clean up his mess. Wow, lessons in enmeshment, enabling and general messupyourlife stupidity all in one package. The borrowed money--no wait, it was given to Gemma for her gift of bone marrow--is then called in by Genna's employer's son, Stefano, who, despite the lack of any written contract, demands repayment, beginning immediately or he'll. . . bet you can guess.
In all Western countries organs, bones, blood, bone marrow, etc. are not negotiable--i.e., for sale. But, hey, not to worry, in Harlequin fashion, forget reality, sex cures all, in a manner of speaking, of course.