I am so excited that MICHAEL ANGELO & THE STONE MISTRESS by Steve Moretti is available now and that I get to share the news!
If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book, be sure to check out all the details below.
This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $25 Amazon GC courtesy of Steve & Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, check out the giveaway info below.
About The Book:
Author: Steve Moretti
Pub. Date: April 30, 2022
Publisher: DWA Media
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Michelangelo believed every block of marble held a statue
inside it. Yet he knew that without deep personal sacrifice, it would remain forever hidden.
Five hundred years later, New York fashion photographer Michael Angelo Thomas falls in love with every woman who poses before his camera. He is driven to reveal what lies beneath the surface, stripping away the barrier between viewer and subject.
His finished photographs reveal the vulnerable beauty of each model. His work makes him the most sought after fashion photographer in 1994. But rather than enjoy his prestige, he lives a life of anguish, unable to form meaningful attachments or purge the demons of self-doubt and of losing both of his adoptive parents in a freak accident.
After the death of an aspiring young model that his photographs propel to international fame, he leaves New York for an assignment in Florence to
photograph the world’s leading fashion models.
In the shadows of Michelangelo’s greatest triumphs, Michael discovers a secret that will change his life and those who desire to be closest to him.
Comments from Advance Readers:
“This was a definite page-turner, I could hardly put it down.” – Nevine R.
“All I can say is, ‘WOW!’” – Marianne P.
“I was so engrossed in the story that I lost all track of time.” – Emma D.
“Love, love, loving this novel, it’s got it all.” – Trulyn B.
“I am very impressed.” – Pierre F
Michael fell in love with every woman he photographed.
Unless he exposed his heart, he couldn’t get close enough to
what lay deepest inside them. If he didn’t make himself vulnerable, his images
only reflected what lay on the surface, missing the connection he needed. Once
he felt himself swept away by his subject, sparks flying with each release of
the shutter, and every lightning bolt flash, they bonded for hours in the
And many more in the darkroom with Michael and the celluloid
history of the session.
The results spoke for themselves. Some of the women revealed
so completely in his images wanted to be with him, to touch the man who so
deeply touched them. He made it a rule to never sleep with the women he
But he was never very good at following rules.
“Ginger, you’re already here,” he said, making a fist and
holding it to his heart. “But…” he hesitated, moving his face close to hers,
their lips almost touching.
“But, what, Michael?”
Even in this light, her features outlined softly with the
faint brush of the red safelight, he could see her sadness and openness, her
strength and her weakness. Her face was a canvas he could explore a long time.
Ginger had a gift unlike the dozens and dozens of models he’d photographed. She
didn’t need to strike a pose. Everything was there on the surface, waiting to
be captured. Her gift was not knowing she had anything to offer, not knowing
she was anything special.
Her innocence was intoxicating. “Would you mind if I took a
few more pictures of you?” he finally replied.
“Really?” she smiled. “Now?”
“Yes,” he kissed her lips ever so lightly, then flicked on
the light. “Come on.”
She followed him out of the darkroom. His mind raced with
ideas about how he would light her, what lens to use and a dozen other tiny
details about equipment and settings.
Ginger sat at his table, and poured the rest of the champagne
into their glasses, then reached down to her purse on the floor. She took out
an envelope, opened it and emptied the contents into her hand.
“I just got these,” she said, laying her palm flat, revealing
a clutch of small pink pills.
Michael set down the lens he’d taken from his bag. “What are
“It’s ecstasy… in a pill.” Before he could respond, she
popped two in her mouth and washed them down with champagne.
She held out her hand, offering him the pills. “Let’s find it
About Steve Moretti:
I have always been drawn to passion and creativity in all its
forms. I am equally fascinated by the mechanics of the universe and the
characters of history. I have a special affection for the power of music which
I believe is the universal language of human emotion.
My writing journey started in journalism, public relations
and advertising then continued into software development. I have been writing
novels full-time for a couple of years now and recently completed my first
series, Song for a Lost Kingdom.
I also co-authored a biography on the life of Pyotr
Tchaikovsky, and am currently finishing the first book of a new trilogy called
I grew up in London, Ontario (Canada) and also lived in
Pompano Beach, Florida as a teenager. I moved to Ottawa and attended Carleton
University and now live just south of the city with my wife and our two dogs.
I look forward to your feedback. Visit my website
stevemoretti.ca for the latest news, or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org