Three generations of women in the Ferrari family must heal the broken pieces of their lives on a trip of a lifetime through picturesque Italy from New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Probst   Workaholic, career-obsessed Francesca is fiercely independent and successful in all areas of her life except one: family. She struggles to make time for her relationship with her teenage daughter, Allegra, and the two have become practically strangers to each other. When Allegra hangs out with a new crowd and is arrested for drug possession, Francesca gives in to her mother's wish that they take one epic summer vacation to trace their family roots in Italy. She just never expected to face a choice that might change the course of her life. . .   Allegra wants to make her grandmother happy, but she hates the idea of forced time with her mother and vows to fight every step of the ridiculous tour, until a young man on the verge of priesthood begins to show her the power of acceptance, healing, and the heartbreaking complications of love.   Sophia knows her girls are in trouble. A summer filled with the possibility for change is what they all desperately need. Among the ruins of ancient Rome, the small churches of Assisi, and the rolling hills of Tuscany, Sophia hopes to show her girls that the bonds of family are everything, and to remind them that they can always lean on one another, before it's too late. Praise for Jennifer Probst and her novels “In Our Italian Summer , Jennifer Probst captures the essence of Italy and celebrates the bond between mothers and daughters. With food worthy of an Italian grandmother’s kitchen and descriptions to make the Travel Channel jealous, you’ll want to join the Ferrari women on their unforgettable journey."— Amy E. Reichert “ Our Italian Summer beautifully navigates the complicated relationships between families in a heartfelt manner in this multigenerational novel set against the splendid backdrop of Italy in all of her glory. Jennifer Probst whisks readers away on an unforgettable journey. The perfect novel to satisfy your wanderlust!”— New York Times bestselling author Chanel Cleeton “Filled with family drama amidst a lush setting, plus a touch of romance, Our Italian Summer will provide a delicious escape for readers.”― Booklist "Beautiful, sexy, and so well written! Highly recommend!"— New York Times bestselling author Emma Chase "Probst tugs at the heartstrings."— Publishers Weekly "Jennifer Probst is an absolute auto-buy author for me."— New York Times bestselling author Julie Kenner "Jennifer Probst pens a charming, romantic tale destined to steal your heart."— New York Times bestselling author Lori Wilde Jennifer Probst is the New York Times bestselling author of the Billionaire Builders series, the Searching For . . . series, the Marriage to a Billionaire series, the Steele Brothers series, the Stay series, and the Sunshine Sisters series. Like some of her characters, Probst, along with her husband and two sons, calls New York's Hudson Valley home. When she isn't traveling to meet readers, she enjoys reading, watching "shameful reality television," and visiting a local Hudson Valley animal shelter. Follow her at JenniferProbst.com. Chapter One   Francesca   "No, I said the deadline is Wednesday. That gives you two days to give me a decent hook or I'm pulling you off the account."   I ignored the glint of resentment in the young man's green eyes, wondering if he thought his charm and good looks trumped talent. In many places, they did. But not in my company.   I gave him credit for smothering the emotion immediately and forcing a smile. "Got it. I'll get it done."   I nodded. "I know you will."   He left my office with his shoulders squared, and I wondered what would eventually triumph-pride or the drive for success. He was young and had promise, so I hoped the latter for him. Pride was good in some cases, but working on a team to retain high-powered advertising accounts required the ability to do what it took, whether it was working with someone you didn't care for or swallowing the innate instinct to push back at the boss you hated.   Of course, he didn't hate me. At least not yet. It was hard to take orders from a woman who was blind to looks, charisma, or flattery. I'd learned that lesson early-and ran my F&F Advertising with a ruthless efficiency and cold-mannered sharpness that made me one of the best in the business. I'd even managed to snag a spot on the Top Ten Women to Watch in Business list from Fortune magazine.   Too bad I had no time to enjoy it.   I glanced at my watch, my mind furiously clicking over the day's crammed schedule. I'd have to work late again, but it'd be worth it once I nailed this new account. I headed to the conference room for a meeting with my team, my sensible low-heeled shoes clicking on the hardwood floor. Layla and Kate were already perched at the polished table, laptops fired up and endless paper