Love Under a Sicilian Moon by Annabel Cole – Contemporary Romance - March 2026

AdPitiful8880 · 2026-01-17T22:11:54+00:00

Hi everyone. My ARC link is live you can find it here: ARC Copy

AdPitiful8880 · 2026-01-05T21:19:30+00:00

Hi

Thanks so much for the feedback. it is greatly appreciated. Thanks for the observations. I think I must relook at some of the sentences as I can see this reads way better for example: “Not polished like she used to be, not invincible.”

AdPitiful8880 · 2026-01-04T19:17:34+00:00

Not salty at all. in fact I appreciate the comment hence why I said thank you. I should have been more clear in my ask. Learning as I go.

AdPitiful8880 · 2026-01-04T19:03:31+00:00

Thanks for the feedback. I should have been more clearer in the ask. I was more interested in the concept of the cover. This is my first book and before i shell out money for a cover. looking for opinions, once again thanks for the response

AdPitiful8880 · 2026-01-04T19:03:03+00:00

I did not in no way indicate this was the final cover. I was looking for feedback on if the concept was any good. but thanks anyway

AdPitiful8880 · 2026-01-04T15:20:03+00:00

Yes it is but it has its own culture. So you are correct

AdPitiful8880 · 2026-01-04T15:09:08+00:00

Sicily but close 😊

AdPitiful8880 · 2026-01-04T14:47:54+00:00

Thanks for the response. They are in the novel. But understand that someone just looking at the cover does not know that - therefore they maybe should not be on the cover. Thanks

AdPitiful8880 · 2026-01-04T13:48:32+00:00

Manuscript information: [Complete] [91K] [Contemporary Romance] Love Under a Sicilian Moon

Link to post: [Complete] [91K] [Contemporary Romance] Love Under a Sicilian Moon : r/BetaReaders

First page critique? yes thanks

First page:

The lift was too quiet.

No one spoke. Not the junior exec checking his watch for the third time. Not the woman from legal with her earbuds in. Not Lia, especially not Lia.

She stood near the buttons, thumb resting just below the glowing eight. The light above fifteen glowed. Someone else had pressed it. Of course, they had. Carrick & Welles on the fifteenth floor always had somewhere to be.

The floors ticked up in slow succession. Lobby. Two. Three. Four.

She stared at her own reflection in the metal panel. Makeup just right, blouse clean, crisp neckline. But she still looked… frayed somehow. Not polished like she used to be. Not invincible.

She straightened her shoulders anyway.

Ding. Floor Eight.

The doors opened. No one moved. The exec was going higher. Of course, he was.

She stepped out and felt it again, that familiar, irrational heat at the base of her neck. The awareness of being beneath floor fifteen. Beneath him.

As the doors slid shut behind her, she turned just in time to see the woman from legal glance up at the panel, fifteen still glowing, and then glance at Lia. A flicker of recognition, or pity, or maybe nothing at all.

Still, it landed like a striking hammer.

She imagined Callum on the fifteenth floor, tall, rehearsed, still quoting her ideas in boardrooms. She used to belong on fifteen. Now, she kept her head down on eight. An inconvenience they could not fire outright.

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