His Lost-And-Found Bride. Scarlet Wilson

      

       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. It’s been empty for months, but rumours 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 rollercoaster of a year, but will wedding bells ring out in Monte Calanetti for anyone else?

      Find out in this fabulously heart-warming, uplifting and thrillingly romantic new eight-book continuity from Mills & Boon Romance!

      A Bride for the Italian Boss by Susan Meier

      Return of the Italian Tycoon by Jennifer Faye

      Reunited by a Baby Secret by Michelle Douglas

      Soldier, Hero … Husband? by Cara Colter

      His Lost-and-Found Bride by Scarlet Wilson

      The Best Man & the Wedding Planner by Teresa Carpenter

      His Princess of Convenience by Rebecca Winters Saved by the CEO by Barbara Wallace

      His

      Lost-and-Found

      Bride

      Scarlet Wilson

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      SCARLET WILSON writes for both Mills & Boon Romance and Medical Romance. She lives on the west coast of Scotland with her fiancé and their two sons. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached via her website: www.scarlet-wilson.com.

      This book is dedicated to my fellow authors

      Susan Meier, Jennifer Faye,

      Michelle Douglas, Cara Colter, Teresa Carpenter,

      Rebecca Winters and Barbara Wallace.

      It has been so much fun creating this series with you!

      Contents

       Cover

The Vineyards of Calanetti

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       Extract

       Endpage

       Copyright

       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