The Italian's Bought Bride

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2008 UK Edition
By Kate Hewitt
Publisher Harlequin Presents #2800
  Mills & Boon Modern Romance #792
Release Month Feb 2009 (US)
  Sept 2008 (UK)
Harlequin Presents Series #
Preceded by Cordero's Forced Bride
Followed by Confessions Of A Millionaire's Mistress
Mills & Boon Modern Romance Series #
Preceded by The Billionaire's Blackmail Bargain
Followed by Virgin For The Billionaire's Taking

Book Description

Blurb 1

From the back cover of Harlequin Presents #2800, February 2009, US Edition:

One bride: purchased and paid for!

Allegra Avesti never realized that her fiancé, wickedly handsome tycoon Stefano Capozzi, saw her as just another item on his agenda. How could she share her life with a man who'd negotiated the terms of their marriage in the boardroom rather than the bedroom?

Years later, Stefano needs Allegra—and is determined to claim his runaway bride. The defiant Allegra will return to Italy with him—and if he has to seduce her into agreeing, then that will make it all the more pleasurable for him….

Ruthless
Men who can't be tamed...or so they think!

Blurb 2

From the back cover of Mills & Boon Modern Romance #792, September 2008, UK Edition:

One bride: purchased and paid for!

Allegra Avesti never imagined that her fiancé, wickedly handsome tycoon Stefano Capozzi, saw her as just another item on his agenda. On discovering the truth, Allegra fled. How could she share her life with a man who’d negotiated the terms of their wedlock in the boardroom rather than the bedroom…?

Years later, Stefano needs Allegra – and is determined to claim his runaway bride. Independent Allegra is no longer the innocent young girl Stefano remembers, but this ruthless billionaire always gets what he demands: the defiant but oh-so-desirable Allegra will return to Italy with him – and if he has to seduce her into agreeing, then that will make it all the more pleasurable for him…

Excerpt 1

From the inside cover of Mills & Boon Modern Romance #792, September 2008, UK Edition:

She was just about to pull her coat on when she heard a voice...a voice of cool confidence and warm admiration.

A voice that slid across her senses and into her soul, stirring up those emotions and memories she'd tried so hard to lock away.

It all came rushing back with that voice... The memories, the fear, the regrets, the betrayal. She relived the worst night of her life once more, simply by hearing two little words that she knew somehow would change her world for ever.

'Hello, Allegra,' Stefano said.

Excerpt 2

From eharlequin.com:

Stefano Capozzi sat in the well-appointed office of one of Milan's top psychiatrists, his eyes glittering in a face set like stone.

'It has been eight months,' he said flatly, even though Renaldo Speri had the case notes on his desk. 'Eight months of every treatment available, imaginable, and no change.'

Speri smiled in sympathetic understanding. 'You cannot expect a miracle cure, Signor Capozzi. You may not be able to expect a cure at all.' He trailed off as he took in Stefano's unrelenting gaze.

Stefano shook his head. 'I want better.'

He would have better. He wouldn't accept brush-offs or excuses. He'd come to Milan to find the best therapist for the child in his charge, and he would have it.

Speri ran a hand through his thinning hair and sighed. 'Signor Capozzi, you must face the very real possibility that Lucio falls on the spectrum of pervasive development disorder—'

'No.' After eight months of Lucio's silence and stress, he would not accept it. He was used to obstacles in business, and personal ones would prove no different, no more difficult. 'Lucio was normal before his father died. He was like any other child—'

'Autism often manifests itself at three years of age,' Speri explained gently. 'Lucio had only a little speech before his father's death, and lost it completely in the months afterwards.'

Stefano raised one eyebrow in scathing scepticism. 'And you are now trying to tell me that the two aren't related?'

'I am trying to tell you that it is a possibility,' Speri said, his voice becoming strained with patience. 'As difficult as it may be to accept.'

Stefano was silent for a moment. 'There is no cure for autism,' he finally said. He'd done his research. He'd read the books, seen the statistics.

'There are therapies, diets, that alleviate some of the symptoms,' Speri said quietly. 'And it also depends where he falls on the spectrum—'

'He's not on the spectrum.'

'Signor—'

'I want something else.' Stefano levelled his gaze at the psychiatrist and waited.

After a moment Speri raised his hands in a defeated gesture. 'Signor Capozzi, we have tried therapies and grief counselling, and as you've reminded me, there has been no change. If anything, Lucio has descended deeper into his own iron-walled world. If this were a case of normal grief—'

'What,' Stefano asked icily, 'is normal about grief?'

'The grieving process is normal,' Speri said steadily. 'And accepted. But Lucio's behaviour is not normal, and there should have been signs of improvement in communication by now. There have been none.'

On his lap, out of sight, Stefano's hand curled into a fist. 'I know that.'

'Then accept that he might fall on the spectrum, and turn to the therapies and treatments that can help him best!'

Stefano was silent. Carefully, deliberately, he flattened his hand, resting it on the desktop. When Lucio's mother, Bianca, had asked him to help, to come to Milan and tell 'those doctors' that her son was not autistic, Stefano had accepted. He had believed Bianca then, but now he felt the first flicker of doubt.

He would do anything for Bianca, anything for Lucio. Their family had saved him all those years ago, had pulled him up from the mire of his upbringing, giving him the steps and tools to be the man he was today.

He would never forget it.

'Surely there is something we haven't tried,' he said at last. 'Before we accept this diagnosis.'

'The psychiatrists involved in an autism diagnosis are very thorough,' Speri said. 'And competent. They do not make such a judgement incautiously.'

'Agreed,' Stefano said tersely. 'But still—is there something else?'

Speri was silent for a long moment. 'There is,' he finally said, his voice reluctant, 'a therapist who had success with a child who'd been diagnosed with autism. Misdiagnosed, as the case turned out. He'd suffered a severe trauma the therapists working with him were unaware of, and when it was uncovered he began to regain his speech.'

Hope—treacherous, desperate—unfurled within him. 'Then couldn't Lucio be like that boy?' Stefano demanded.

'I don't want to offer you false hope,' Speri said, and the reluctance in his voice became more pronounced. 'That was one case—an anomaly, a fluke—'

Stefano cut him off; he didn't want to hear about anomalies. He wanted hope, he wanted certainty. 'Who is this therapist?'

'She's an art therapist,' Speri said. 'Often creative therapies help children release suppressed emotions and memories, as was the case with this child. However, Lucio's symptoms are more severe…'

'Creative therapies,' Stefano repeated. He didn't like the sound of it. It sounded abstract, absurd. 'What exactly do you mean?'

'She uses the creative arts to provide an outlet, whether through art, song or performance, for a child's suppressed emotions. Sometimes it is the key that can unlock a child who has been unable to be reached.'

Unlock. It was an apt word, Stefano thought, when he considered Lucio's blank face and staring eyes. And no words. Not one word spoken in nearly a year.

'All right, then,' he said shortly. 'We'll try it. I want her.'

'It was one case—' Speri began, and Stefano silenced him with a raised hand.

'I want her.'

'She lives in London. I read of the case in a journal and we corresponded briefly, but I don't know…'

'She's English?' Disappointment sliced through him. Of what use to him—to Lucio—was an English therapist?

'No, I wouldn't have mentioned her if that was the case,' Speri said with a faint smile. 'She's Italian, but I don't believe she's been back to Italy in many years.'

'She'll come,' Stefano said firmly. He would make sure of it—offer whatever enticements or inducements she needed. 'How long did she work with this other child?'

'A few months—'

'Then I want her in Abruzzo, with Lucio, as soon as possible.' Stefano spoke with a finality that took the psychiatrist aback.

'Signor Capozzi, she'll have other patients, responsibilities—'

'She can get rid of them.'

'It's not that simple.'

'Yes,' Stefano said flatly. 'It is. It will be. Lucio can't be moved; it's too upsetting for him. She'll come to Abruzzo. And stay.'

Speri shifted uncomfortably. 'That will be for you to negotiate with her, of course. Such an intensive course is to be recommended, although there are no guarantees, but it is also costly…'

'Money,' Stefano replied with the barest flicker of a smile, 'is no object.'

'Naturally.' Speri looked down at his notes; Stefano knew the highlights of his own CV were sketched there. Stefano Capozzi, founder of Capozzi Electronica. Liquidator of a dozen of Italy's top electronics firms. Unrivalled.

'I'll give you her details,' Speri said with a little sigh of capitulation. 'I have the article about her and the case I mentioned here. I should tell you she's young, quite newly qualified, relatively inexperienced, but of course that case was remarkable…'

'That boy recovered? He spoke again?' Stefano demanded. He didn't like the flicker of compassion—or was it pity?—in the doctor's eyes.

'Yes,' Speri said quietly, 'he did. But it isn't that simple, Signor Capozzi. And Lucio might be different. He might indeed be—'

'Her details, please.' Stefano held out his hand. He didn't expect things to be simple. He just wanted them started.

'Just a moment…' Speri looked through his papers again. 'Ah, here's the article I mentioned.' He smiled and handed Stefano a medical journal, opened to a folded page. 'Here she is… a lovely photograph, don't you think? Allegra Avesti is her name.'

Stefano didn't hear the last part of what Speri had said, but then he didn't need to. He knew her name. He knew her.

Or at least, he once had.

Allegra Avesti. The woman who should have been his wife, the woman he no longer knew.

His concern for Lucio fell away for a moment as he gazed at the caption: 'Allegra Avesti, Art Therapist, with patient'. Memories swam to the surface and he forced them back down again, drowning them as his dispassionate gaze moved to the photo. He saw that she was older, thinner. She was smiling in the photo, hazel eyes glinting as she looked at the child by her side, his little fists pounding a lump of clay.

Her head was tilted to one side, her hair, a thousand shades of sunlight, piled in a careless knot, tendrils escaping to trail her cheek, her shoulder.

Her eyes sparkled and her smile was wide, encouraging, full of hope. He could almost hear the tinkling promise of pure joy. She had dimples, he saw. He'd never known. He'd never seen them. Had she not laughed like that in his presence?

Perhaps not.

He stared at the picture—the ghost of a girl he'd once known, an image of a woman he'd never met.

Allegra.

His Allegra…except she wasn't, he knew that, had known it when he'd waited while she'd walked away. For ever.

He closed the journal, handed it back to Speri. Thought of Lucio. Only Lucio. 'Indeed, a lovely picture,' he said without any intonation or expression. The look of joy and hope on Allegra's face would be an inspiration to many a fearful and weary parent, seeking answers for their child. 'I shall contact her.'

Speri nodded. 'And if for some reason she is occupied, we can discuss… alternatives…'

Stefano acknowledged this statement with a brusque nod. He knew Allegra would not be busy. He would make sure she was not. If she was the best, if she'd helped a child like Lucio, he would have her.

Even if it was Allegra.

Especially if it was Allegra.

The past, he vowed, would not matter when it came to helping Lucio. The past would not matter at all.

Allegra Avesti gazed into the mirror of the ladies' powder room at the Dorchester Hotel and grimaced. Her hair was meant to be in a carelessly elegant chignon, but it looked as if she'd only succeeded with the first part of that plan.

At least her dress hit the right note, she decided with satisfaction. Smoky-grey silk, cut severely across the collarbone and held up by two skinny straps on each shoulder, it was elegant and sexy without being too revealing.

It had cost a fortune, far more than she could afford on her earnings as a therapist. Yet she'd wanted to look good for her cousin Daphne's wedding. She'd wanted to feel good.

As if she fitted in.

Except, she knew, she didn't. Not really. Not since the night she'd fled her own wedding and left everyone else to pick up the scattered pieces.

With a little sigh she took a lipstick and blusher out of her handbag. She didn't think of that night, chose never to think of it—the shattered dream, the broken heart. The betrayal, the fear.

Yet her cousin's wedding this evening had brought her own almost-wedding to the forefront of her mind, and it had taken all her energy and emotion to push it back into the box where she liked to keep those memories. That life.

The wedding had been lovely, a candlelit ceremony at a small London church. Daphne, with her heart-shaped face, soft voice and cloud of dark hair, had looked tremulously beautiful. Her husband, a high-flyer at an advertising firm in the City, seemed a bit too self-assured for Allegra's taste, but she hoped her cousin had found happiness. Love. If such things could truly be found.

Yet, during the ceremony, she'd listened to the vows they'd spoken with undisguised cynicism.

'Will you love her, comfort her, honour and protect her, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?'

As the words had washed over her, Allegra couldn' t help but think of her own wedding day, the day that never happened, the vows she'd never spoken.

Stefano hadn't loved her, wouldn't comfort her or honour her. Protect her? Yes, she thought wryly, he would have done that. Faithful? Doubtful…

Yet she still felt, sitting in that dimly lit church, an unidentifiable stab of longing, of something almost like regret.

Except she didn't regret anything. She certainly didn't regret walking out on Stefano. Although her uncle—and sometimes it seemed the rest of society—blamed her for that fiasco, Allegra knew the real fiasco would have been if she'd stayed.

But she was free, she told herself firmly. She was free and happy.

Allegra turned away from the mirror. She'd survived Daphne's wedding, slipping out before anyone could corner her, but she wasn' t looking forward to the reception tonight. She was in a melancholy mood, didn't feel like chatting and laughing and dancing. And although she loved Daphne and her Aunt Barbara, her relationship with her Uncle George had always been strained.

She hadn't spoken to her uncle more than a handful of times in the seven years since he'd first sheltered her when she'd fled Italy, and those conversations had been uncomfortable at best.

Straightening, she left the luxurious powder room. It had been a hell of a day—running from appointment to appointment at the hospital, grappling with one serious and seemingly hopeless case after another. There had been no breakthroughs, no breath of hope.

Not today.

She loved her job, loved it with an intensity that some said should be replaced with the love of—and for—a man, but Allegra knew she was happy as she was. Happy and free, she reminded herself again firmly.

Still, the hopelessness of some of her cases, the children who had seen far too much suffering, too much sorrow, wore her down. She only had a few moments with them, perhaps an hour a week at most, and doctors expected breakthroughs. Parents expected miracles.

Once in a while, God was good. Once in a while they happened.

But not today.

The reception was being held in the Orchid Room, with its walls of delicate blue and ornate painted scrollery. A string quartet had been arranged near a parquet dance floor, and guests circulated amidst waiters bearing trays of hors d'oeuvres and sparkling champagne.

Allegra surveyed the glittering crowd and lifted her chin. She wasn't used to this. She didn't go to parties.

The last party she'd attended—a party like this, with society in full swing—had been for her own engagement. She'd worn a poufy, pink dress and heels that had pinched her feet, and she'd been so happy. So excited.

She shook her head as if to banish the thought, the memory. Why was she thinking—remembering—those days now? Why was she letting the memories sift through her mind like ghosts from another life—a life that had never happened? A life she'd run away from.

It was the wedding tonight, she decided. It was the first one she'd attended since she'd abandoned her own.

Forget it, Allegra told herself as she plucked a flute of champagne from one of the circulating trays and made her way through the crowd. Her cousin's wedding was bound to stir up some unpleasant memories, unpalatable feelings. That was all this mood was, and she could deal with it.

Allegra took a sip of champagne, let the bubbles fizz defiantly through her and surveyed the milling crowd.

'Allegra… I'm so glad you could come.'

She turned to see her Aunt Barbara smiling uncertainly at her. Dowdy but cheerful, Barbara Mason wore a lime coloured evening gown that did nothing for her pasty complexion or grey-streaked hair.

Publication History

Ebook: UK
Paperback: ISBN-10/13: 0263864634/978-0263864632
Ebook: eISBN: 978-1742783215
Paperback: ISBN-13: 978-0733588648
  • 2009, February 01 - Ebook, Kindle, Paperback, and Paperback Large Print Release (Harlequin Presents #2800) (US Original Release)
Ebook: eISBN: 978-1426827594
Kindle: ASIN-10: B001R4GNBI
Paperback: ISBN-10/13: 0373128002/978-0373128006
Paperback Large Print: ISBN-10/13: 037323564X/978-0373235643
3-in-1 Title: Latin Lovers: Italian Husbands
Includes: "The Italian's Bought Bride" by Kate Hewitt / "The Italian Playboy's Secret Son" by Rebecca Winters / "The Italian Doctor's Perfect Family" by Alison Roberts
Ebook: UK
Kindle: ASIN-10: B006351FG4
Paperback: ISBN-10/13: 0263889955/978-0263889956

Cover Variation (By Release Date)

Nov 2007 <br\> HC UK Edition
Sept 2008 <br\> UK Edition
Oct 2008 <br\> AUS Edition
Feb 2009 <br\> US Edition
Feb 2009 <br\> LP US Edition
Dec 2011 <br\> UK Edition

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