SANDRA MARTON wrote her first novel while she was still in primary school. Her doting parents told her sheâd be a writer some day, and Sandra believed them. In secondary school and college she wrote dark poetry nobody but her boyfriend understoodâthough, looking back, she suspects he was just being kind. As a wife and mother she wrote murky short stories in what little spare time she could manage, but not even her boyfriend-turned-husband could pretend to understand those. Sandra tried her hand at other things, among them teaching and serving on the Board of Education in her home town, but the dream of becoming a writer was always in her heart.
At last Sandra realised she wanted to write books about what all women hope to find: love with that one special man, love thatâs rich with fire and passion, love that lasts for ever. She wrote a novel, her very first, and sold it to Mills & Boon® Modern⢠Romance. Since then sheâs written more than sixty books, all of them featuring sexy, gorgeous, larger-than-life heroes. A four-time RITA® award finalist, sheâs also received five RT Book Reviews magazine awards, and has been honoured with RTâs Career Achievement Award for Series Romance. Sandra lives with her very own sexy, gorgeous, larger-than-life hero in a sun-filled house on a quiet country lane in the north-eastern United States.
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Dear Reader
Have you fallen in love with the Orsini brothers? Raffaele, Dante, Falco and Nicolo are the sexy sons of Cesare Orsini. You were with them as they fell in love with the women who would change their lives for ever.
And then you wrote to me, in extraordinary numbers, asking me to tell the stories of the Orsini sisters, Anna and Isabella.
I was happy to bring you Annaâs story in July. Now, Isabella wants to share her story with you.
Isabella is a gardener. Sheâs sweet and unsophisticatedâmeaning sheâs no match for gorgeous Rio DâAquila.
Sheâs also no match for the equally gorgeous Matteo Rossi.
Matteo sees Isabella, wants her, and seduces her into his bed.
The problem is that Rio and Matteo are the same man â¦
A fact Isabella doesnât know until itâs far, far too late.
With love
Sandra
RIO DâAquila was known for many things.
He was wealthy beyond most peopleâs measure, feared by those who had reason to fear him and as ruggedly good-looking as any man could hope to be.
Not that Rio gave a damn about his looks.
Who he was or, rather, who he had become, was what mattered.
He had been born to poverty, not in Brazil, despite his name, but on the meanest possible streets of Naples, Italy.
At seventeen, heâd stowed away on a rusting Brazilian freighter. The crew had dubbed him âRioâ because that was the shipâs destination; theyâd tagged on the âAquilaâ because heâd responded with the fierceness of an eagle to their taunting.
The name had suited him much more than Matteo Rossi, which was what the sisters at the orphanage where heâd been raised had called him. âRossiâ was pretty much the Italian equivalent of âSmith.â âMatteo,â theyâd said with gentle piety, meant a gift from God.
Rio had always known he was hardly that, so he took the name Rio DâAquila and made it his own.
He was thirty-two now, and the boy heâd been was a distant memory.
Rio inhabited a world in which money and power were the lingua franca, and often as not handed down as an absolute right from father to son.
Rioâs father, or maybe his mother, had given him nothing but midnight-black hair, dark blue eyes, a handsome if rugged face and a leanly muscled, six-foot-three-inch body.
Everything else he ownedâthe homes, the cars, the planes, the corporate giant known as Eagle Enterprisesâhe had acquired for himself.
There was nothing wrong with that. Starting life without any baggage, getting to the top on your own, was all the sweeter. If there was one drawback, it was that his kind of success attracted attention.
At first, heâd enjoyed it. Picking up the Times in the morning, seeing his name or his photo in the financial section had made him feel, well, successful.
Inevitably, heâd not only wearied of it, heâd realized how meaningless it was.
The simple truth was that a man who ranked in the top ten on the Forbes list made news just by existing. And when that man was a bachelor inevitably described as âeligible,â meaning he had not yet been snared by some calculating female who wanted his name, his status and his money â¦
When that happened, a man lost all privacy.
Rio valued his privacy as much as he despised being a topic of conversation.
Not that Rio cared much what people said, whether it was that he was brilliant and tough. Or brilliant and heartless. He was who he was, and all that mattered was his adherence to his own code of ethics.