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His Lost-and-Found Bride

By´╝ÜScarlet Wilson

His Lost-and-Found Bride
Scarlet Wilson

This time it's forever...

Architect Logan Cascini is on edge when the discovery of an ancient fresco brings Lucia Moretti back to Tuscany. He hasn't seen his ex since they parted twelve years ago in the most heartbreaking of circumstances...

Facing Logan again unleashes a torrent of emotions that has Lucia's normally calm and collected heart racing. Perhaps it's time for Lucia to loosen her grip on the pain of the past and allow them both to rediscover the joy they shared together...

The Vineyards of Calanetti

Saying "I do" under the Tuscan sun...

The Vineyards of Calanetti

Saying "I do" under the Tuscan sun...

Deep in the Tuscan countryside nestles the picturesque village of Monte Calanetti. Famed for its world-renowned vineyards, the village is also home to the crumbling but beautiful Palazzo di Comparino. Empty for months, rumors of a new owner are spreading like wildfire...and that's before the village is chosen as the setting for the royal wedding of the year!

It's going to be a roller coaster of a year, but will wedding bells ring out in Monte Calanetti for anyone else?

Find out in this fabulously heartwarming, uplifting and thrillingly romantic new eight-book continuity from Harlequin Romance!

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PROLOGUE

'SIGNOR! SIGNOR, VENGA ORA!'

Logan Cascini was on his feet in an instant. As an architect who specialised in restoring old Italian buildings, to get the call to help transform the Palazzo di Comparino's chapel for a royal wedding was a dream come true.

The property at the vineyard was sprawling and over the years areas had fallen into disrepair. His work was painstaking, but he only employed the most specialised of builders, those who could truly re-create the past beauty of the historic chapel in the grounds and the main palazzo. Most of the buildings he worked on were listed and only traditional building methods could be used to restore them to their former glory.

Timescales were tight in order to try and get the chapel restored for the royal wedding of Prince Antonio of Halencia and his bride-to-be, Christina Rose. No expense was being spared-which was just as well considering he had twenty different master builders on-site.

'Signor! Signor, venga ora!'

He left his desk in the main palazzo and rushed outside to the site of the chapel. His stomach was twisting. Please don't let them have found anything that would hold up the build. The last thing he needed was some unexpected hundred-year-old bones or a hoard of Roman crockery or coins.

This was Italy. It wouldn't be the first time something unexpected had turned up on a restoration project.

He reached the entrance to the ancient chapel and the first thing that struck him was the fact there was no noise. For the last few weeks the sound of hammers on stone and the chatter of Italian voices had been constant. Now every builder stood silently, all looking towards one of the walls.

The interior of the chapel had been redecorated over the years. Much of the original details and façade had been hidden. The walls had been covered first in dark, inlaid wood and then-strangely-painted over with a variety of paints. Every time Logan came across such 'improvements' he cringed. Some were just trends of the time-others were individual owners' ideas of what made the building better. In restoration terms that usually meant that original wood and stone had been ripped away and replaced with poorer, less durable materials. Sometimes the damage done was irreparable.

His eyes widened as he strode forward into the chapel. Light was streaming through the side windows and main door behind him. The small stained-glass windows behind the altar were muted and in shadow. But that didn't stop the explosion of riotous colour on the far wall.

A few of the builders had been tasked with pulling down the painted wooden panelling to expose the original walls underneath.

There had been no indication at all that this was what would be found.

Now he understood the shouts. Now he understood the silence.

Beneath the roughly pulled-back wood emerged a beautiful fresco. So vibrant, the colours so fresh it looked as if it had just been painted.

Logan's heart rate quickened as he reached the fresco. He started shaking his head as a smile became fixed on his face.

This was amazing. It was one of the most traditional of frescoes, depicting the Madonna and Child. Through his historical work Logan had seen hundreds of frescoes, even attending a private viewing of the most famous of all at the Sistine Chapel.

But the detail in this fresco was stunning and being able to see it so close was a gift. He could see every line, every brushstroke. The single hairs on Mary's head, baby Jesus's eyelashes, the downy hair on his skin, the tiny lines around Mary's eyes.

Both heads in the fresco were turned upwards to the heavens, where the clouds were parted, a beam of light illuminating their faces.

Part of the fresco was still obscured. Logan grabbed the nearest tool and pulled back the final pieces of broken wood, being careful not to touch the wall. Finally the whole fresco was revealed to the viewers in the chapel.

It was the colour that was most spectacular. It seemed that the years behind the wood had been kind to the fresco. Most that he'd seen before had been dulled with age, eroded by touch and a variety of other elements. There had even been scientific studies about the effects of carbon dioxide on frescoes. 'Breathing out' could cause harm.

But this fresco hadn't had any of that kind of exposure. It looked as fresh as the day it had been painted.

His hand reached out to touch the wall and he immediately pulled it back. It was almost magnetic-the pull of the fresco, the desire to touch it. He'd never seen one so vibrant, from the colour of Mary's dark blue robe to the white and yellow of the brilliant beam of light. The greens of the surrounding countryside, the pink tones of Jesus's skin, the ochre of the small stool on which Mary sat and the bright orange and red flowers depicted around them. It took his breath away.

He'd hoped to restore this chapel to its former glory-but he'd never expected to find something that would surpass all his expectations.

'Signor? Signor? What will we do?' Vito, one of the builders, appeared at his elbow. His eyes were wide, his face smeared with dirt.

'Take the rest of the day off,' Logan said quickly. 'All of you.' He turned to face the rest of the staff. 'Let me decide how to proceed. Come back tomorrow.'

There were a few nods. Most eyes were still transfixed on the wall.

There was a flurry at the entranceway and Louisa, the new owner of the palazzo, appeared. 'Logan? What's going on? I heard shouts. Is something...?' Her voice tailed off and her legs automatically propelled her forward.

Louisa Harrison was the American who'd inherited Palazzo di Comparino and hired him to renovate both it and the chapel back to their former beauty. She was hard to gauge. Tall and slim, her long blond hair was tied up in a ponytail and she was wearing yoga pants and a loose-fitting top. Her brow was furrowed as she looked at the fresco and shook her head. 'This was here?' She looked around at the debris on the floor. 'Behind t

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