The Italian husband she can’t remember…or resist!
After a terrible car crash, Brooke can’t remember her own name—much less her wedding day! Finding irresistible Lorenzo Tassini at her bedside—and a gold band on her finger—is shocking.
Honor-bound to care for his estranged wife, Lorenzo whisks her to his luxury Tuscan villa. But Brooke’s nothing like Lorenzo remembers! Her sweetness surprises him, as does the chemistry between them, blazing like never before. Stunned to discover her virginity, Lorenzo must uncover the secrets of the woman wearing his ring…
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Early
the following morning, alarm bells rang and lights flashed from the machinery
by the bed. The woman came awake and went into panic, eyes focusing on an
unfamiliar room and then on the arrival of two nurses, their faces both
concerned and excited at the same time. She clawed at the breathing tube in
her throat because she couldn’t speak and the women tried to both restrain and
soothe her, telling her over and over again that the doc-tor was coming,
everything would be all right and that there was nothing to worry about. She
thought they were crazy. Her body wouldn’t move. She could only move one hand
and her arm felt as if it didn’t belong to her. How could she possibly have
nothing to worry about? Why were they talking nonsense? Did they think she was
stupid?
The
panic kept on clawing at her, even after the doctor arrived and the breathing
tube was re-moved. He kept on asking her questions, questions she couldn’t
answer until she couldn’t hide from the truth any longer. She didn’t know who
she was. What was her name? She didn’t know why she was lying in a hospital
bed. She didn’t have a last memory to offer because her mind was a blank, a
complete blank. It was a ridiculous relief to receive an approving nod when she
evidently got the name of the Prime Minister right and contrived to name
colours correctly.
‘What
happened to me?’ she whispered brokenly, her breath rasping. ‘Have I been ill?’
‘You
were in an accident.’ The doctor paused there, exchanging a glance with the
staff surrounding the bed.
‘What’s
my name?’ she asked shakily.
‘Your
name is Brooke… Brooke Tassini.’ The name meant absolutely nothing to her,
didn’t even sound slightly familiar.
‘Your
husband will be here very soon.’ Brooke’s eyes widened to their fullest extent
in shock. ‘I have a husband?’
For some
reason, the nurses smiled. ‘Oh, yes, you have a husband.’
‘A very
handsome husband,’ one of the women added.
Brooke
stared down at her bare wedding finger. She was married. Oh, my goodness, she
was married. Did she have children? she asked. No…no children as far as they
knew, they said, and a tinge of relief threaded through the panic she was only
just holding at bay. Then she felt guilty about that sense of relief. She liked
children, didn’t she? But it was scary enough to have a husband she didn’t
remember—it would be simply appalling if she had contrived to forget her
children as well.
About the Author
Lynne Graham lives in Northern Ireland and has been a keen romance reader since her teens. Happily married, Lynne has five children. Her eldest is her only natural child. Her other children, who are every bit as dear to her heart, are adopted. The family has a variety of pets, and Lynne loves gardening, cooking, collecting all sorts and is crazy about every aspect of Christmas.
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