Tempted By The Bridesmaid
A woman to unlock his heart?The last time brooding Italian surgeon Luca Montovano saw bubbly heiress Francesca Martinelli was at his best friend's failed wedding. Sparks flew then, and now she's made a surprise appearance at his mountaintop clinic, bringing a much-needed whirlwind of laughter!Aristocratic Luca just wants to be left alone to care for his orphaned niece. The scars on his face reach right to his heart, and he's learned to push people away. Until Fran forces him to see the world through her eyes!Italian RoyalsTwo royal medics - can they find the perfect match!
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A woman to unlock his heart?
The last time brooding Italian surgeon Luca Montovano saw bubbly heiress Francesca Martinelli was at his best friendâs failed wedding. Sparks flew then, and now sheâs made a surprise appearance at his mountaintop clinic, bringing a much-needed whirlwind of laughter!
Aristocratic Luca just wants to be left alone to care for his orphaned niece. The scars on his face reach right to his heart, and heâs learned to push people away. Until Fran forces him to see the world through her eyes!
Two royal medicsâcan they find their perfect match?
Take a trip through the cobbled streets of Venice and discover the secrets that lie within them in Annie OâNeilâs decadent duet! When a royal wedding is turned upside down it sets in motion a truly unforgettable and unexpected journey for Princess Beatrice and her best friend and bridesmaid Fran.
Find out more inâ¦
Tempted by the Bridesmaid
Bridesmaid Fran Martinelliâs ideal Italian summer goes south when she turns up for work after the disaster of her friendâs wedding and finds out the best man is her new boss!
Claiming His Pregnant Princess
When Princess Beatrice di Jesolo is jilted by her royal fiancé, she must hide her secret pregnancy⦠A great idea until she discovers her new boss is The One Who Got Awayâ¦
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Welcome to the first story of what Iâm hoping you will think is a magical trip to Italy.
When I was dreaming up the perfect location for Luca, my tall, dark and dangerously handsome hero, I came across a website filled to the brim with photos of beautiful âghost townsâ in Italy and simply had no choice but to get him to move into one.
This was an interesting book for me to write as itâs the first time Iâve had a heroine who prefers working with dogs to people. After all, theyâre not only manâs best friend, right? (My dogs are totally up there in the besties category.) And it took one very special human to bring Fran around to her HEA.
Enjoyâand donât be shy about getting in touch. You can reach me at annieoneilbooks.com, on Twitter, @annieoneilbooks, or find me on Facebookâ¦
Annie Oâ xx
ANNIE OâNEIL spent most of her childhood with her leg draped over the family rocking chair and a book in her hand. Novels, baking, and writing too much teenage angst poetry ate up most of her youth. Now Annie splits her time between corralling her husband into helping her with their cows, baking, reading, barrel racing (not really!) and spending some very happy hours at her computer, writing.
This book could go to no other than Jorja and Grissomâmy own fluffy hounds who are always there when I need them⦠and sometimes when I donât!
Furry friendsâ¦simply the best!
Contents
IT FELT AS if she were watching the world through a fishbowl. Everything was distorted. Sight. Sound. Fran would have paid a million dollars to be anywhere else right now.
Church silence was crushing. Especially under the circumstances.
Fran looked across to the groomsmen. Surely there was an ally within that pack of immaculately suited Italian gentry who...?
Hmm... Not you, not you, not you... Oh!
Fran caught eyes with one of them. Gorgeous, like the rest, but his brow was definitely more furrowed, the espresso-rich eyes a bit more demanding than the others... Oh! Was that a scar? She hadnât noticed last night at the candlelit cocktail party. Interesting. She wondered what it would feel like toâ
âAhem!â The priestâor was he a bishop?âcleared his throat pointedly.
Why had she raised her hand? This wasnât schoolâit was a church!
This wasnât even Franâs wedding, and yet the hundreds of pairs of eyes belonging to each and every esteemed guest sitting in Veniceâs ridiculously beautiful basilica were trained on her. Little olâ Francesca âFranâ Martinelli, formerly of Queens, New York, now of...well...nowhere, really. It was just her, the dogs, a duffel bag stuffed to the hilt with more dog toys than clothes and the very, very pretty bridesmaidâs dress she was wearing.
Putting it on, sheâd actually felt girlie! Feminine. It would be back to her usual jeans and T-shirt tomorrow, though, when she showed up for her new mystery job. In the meantime, she was failing at how to be a perfect bridesmaid on an epic scale.
Franâs fingers plucked at the diaphanous fabric of her azure dress and she finally braved looking straight into the dark brown eyes of her dearest childhood friend, Princess Beatrice Vittoria di Jesolo.
The crowning glory of their shared teenage years had been flunking out of finishing school together in Switzerland. That sun-soaked afternoon playing hooky had been an absolute blast. Sure, theyâd been caught, but did anyone really care if you could walk with a book on your head?
