Summer Romance With The Italian Tycoon
Could her Italian fling…become the love of a lifetime?Wedding planner Madeleine Fitzroy has already run from one marriage. But now she finds herself agreeing to pose as Conte Dante Falcone’s girlfriend! Could Conte be the love she has been searching for?
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Could her Italian fling...
...become the love of a lifetime?
Wedding planner Madeleine Fitzroy ran from her own convenient wedding, vowing never to settle for anything less than true love. Until she finds herself agreeing to pose as Conte Dante Falconeâs girlfriend! Her overwhelming attraction to brooding single dad Dante is everything Maddieâs ever dreamed of. And soon, Maddie finds herself wondering if their temporary romance could be the love sheâs been searching for...
A former au pair, bookseller, marketing manager and seafront trader, JESSICA GILMORE now works for an environmental charity in York, England. Married with one daughter, one fluffy dog and two dog-loathing cats, she spends her time avoiding housework and can usually be found with her nose in a book. Jessica writes emotional romance with a hint of humour, a splash of sunshine and a great deal of delicious foodâand equally delicious heroes!
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07782-8
SUMMER ROMANCE WITH THE ITALIAN TYCOON
© 2018 Jessica Gilmore
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
MADELEINE PERCHED ON the edge of the small wooden jetty and slipped her bare feet into the cold lake, shivering at the first shock of icy water on her bare flesh. Cold as the glacier-fed lake remained despite the summer sun, the refreshing lap of waves against her hot feet usually soothed her, aided and abetted by the view. Even after nearly a year living in the Dolomites, the magnificent mountains soaring into the sky filled her with utter awe. The only thing marring her enjoyment of the landscape was the graceful castle on the other side of the lake, its delicate spires mirroring the mountain peaks. Madeleine was completely over admiring ancient, imposing seats of power; she much preferred the traditional chalets which populated San Tomo, the small village at the head of the lake.
But today she barely felt the water, hardly noticed the view. Pulling a crumpled envelope out of her pocket, she slipped the heavy cream card out of it and flipped it over, reading the engraved gold words yet again. Not that she actually needed to read it. By now she knew the brief contents off by heart.
Lady Navenby
requests the pleasure of the presence of
the Honourable Madeleine Fitzroy
at the wedding of her son,
Lord Theo Willoughby, Earl of Navenby,
and
Miss Elisaveta Marlowe
at Villa Rosa, LâIsola dei Fiori
31st August
RSVP to Flintock Hall
Madeleine turned the piece of card over and over, aware that she was frowning, her motherâs voice echoing in her head warning her that she would get frown lines. What, she wondered, was the point of an expensive Swiss finishing school if she didnât know the correct etiquette when one was invited to oneâs ex-fiancéâs wedding? Especially if one had made it all the way up the aisle and to the actual altar before said fiancé became an ex?
