Seduction of an English Beauty

“It was bella fortuna that sent you to me. Bella fortuna—luck, fate. Or is your London too dry and serious for such notions?”

“I don’t believe in fate,” Diana said. “Fate means you’ve abandoned reason and choice.”

“You’re listening too much to your head,” he said, tapping one finger to his brow. “That is acceptable for London, I suppose, but here in Rome you must rely on your heart. Romans do not think. They feel.”

“How did you know I’d be here?” she said, her voice sounding oddly breathy. “I certainly didn’t tell you.”

He smiled. “You didn’t have to. I knew you’d come. I knew it here, in my heart.”

“That’s enough,” she said. “My head—my English head—makes my decisions for me. I must go now, sir.”

“Ahh, you wound me, my lady! Have you remembered so much and forgotten my name?”

She looked up again, unable not to. One minute more with him. That was all she’d allow herself. Maybe two, three, but certainly no more than that. “I haven’t forgotten.”

“Then say it, my own Diana,” he whispered. “Say it to me from your heart, not your head.”

“Antonio,” she whispered in return, unable to stop herself. There was no one here to help her. But no one to watch and know what she did, either. “Antonio di Randolfo.”

Miranda Jarrett considers herself sublimely fortunate to have a career that combines history and happy endings—even if it’s one that’s also made her family far-too-regular patrons of the local pizzeria. Miranda is the author of over thirty historical romances, and her books are enjoyed by readers the world over. She has won numerous awards for her writing, including two Golden Leaf Awards and two Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Awards, and has three times been a Romance Writers of America RITA® Award finalist for best short historical romance.

Miranda is a graduate of Brown University, with a degree in art history. She loves to hear from readers at PO Box 1102, Paoli, PA 19301-1145, USA, or at [email protected]

Recent novels by the same author:

PRINCESS OF FORTUNE

THE SILVER LORD THE GOLDEN LORD RAKE’S WAGER* THE LADY’S HAZARD* THE DUKE’S GAMBLE* THE ADVENTUROUS BRIDE†

*A Penny House novel

†Grand Passion on the Grand Tour

Miranda Jarrett’s latest Regency trilogy is filled with

Grand Passion on the Grand Tour

The Duke of Aston’s beautiful daughters

are in Europe with their governess on the most exciting trip of their lives…

The daring Lady Mary Farren took France by storm in

THE ADVENTUROUS BRIDE

Her scandalous sister Lady Diana

is thrilled by Italian passion in SEDUCTION OF AN ENGLISH BEAUTY

Coming soon, their calm English governess,

Miss Wood, has her own romantic encounter…

THE ADVENTUROUS BRIDE

‘Jarrett provides readers with a delightful, charming art mystery set in a colourful palette of the French countryside, ancient churches and regal Paris. The interesting backdrop and art history add that little something different that many readers are searching for…’ —RomanticTimesBOOKreviews

Miranda Jarrett

Chapter One

Rome, Italy

October, 1784

Rome was a bore.

Lady Diana Farren stood at the parlor window of their lodgings in the Piazza di Spagna, watching the rain flatten the leaves on the trees in the garden below her. Everyone had promised her that Rome would be enchanting, fascinating, the Eternal City among all other cities on the continent. Yet after a week of steamy rain and tedious company, of endless tours of more old churches, old temples, old statues, old paintings and company old enough to be her grandparents, the only thing eternal she’d discovered here was endless, eternal boredom.

Bore, bored, boring.

If her life had gone as she’d hoped and planned, she would have been staying in her family’s town house on Grosvenor Square in London by now. She would already be the prize belle of the new season, with a score of young lords vying for her attention and her hand, each willing to duel one another for the sake of a single dance with her. She was eighteen, and she was beautiful: a fact, not a boast, just as it was a fact that she was worth a fortune of at least £20,000 simply by being the younger daughter of the Duke of Aston.

But those facts hadn’t saved her from Rome. Nothing had. Instead, one evening in June, she’d been caught in her father’s stables with a groom whose face she tried never to recall, and she’d been sent abroad as punishment. She’d been banished, really. There was no other way to look upon Father’s decision, and no chance to appeal it, either. She’d finally, regretfully exhausted Father’s patience.

But matters had only grown worse in France. Through absolutely no fault of her own, she’d been knocked on the head and kidnapped at the orders of the wickedest old libertine in Paris, the Comte de Archambeault. To her great good fortune, the Comte had been mortally ill and unable to do her any harm. But the scandal had been bad enough, and a whole new set of ill-founded rumors and lies had attached to her name.

Now she was doomed to wander about Italy like some hapless gypsy at least until the spring, with her governess Miss Wood to watch her like a sharp-eyed hawk. By the time she finally returned to England, all the best bachelors would be claimed by other girls, or frightened clear away by her tattered reputation. Only the buck-toothed weaklings and spindle-shanked fools would be left. She’d never discover the kind of love her sister had found with her new husband: joyful, passionate and