The Vineyards Of Calanetti. Rebecca Winters

She bounced to her tiptoes and threw her arms around him. “Then I say yes. Yes. I love you. Yes, I will marry you.”

      She barely got the words out of her mouth before he kissed her and for the first time in eight years Lily Norelli was whole again.

A Bride for the Italian Boss

       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 Mills & Boon^® romance!

       A Bride for the Italian Boss by Susan Meier

      Return of the Italian Tycoon by Jennifer Faye Available August 2015

      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

      SUSAN MEIER is an author of over fifty books for Mills & Boon. The Tycoon’s Secret Daughter was a RITA^® Award finalist, and Nanny for the Millionaire’s Twins won the Book Buyer’s Best award and was a finalist in the National Reader’s Choice awards. She is married and has three children. One of eleven children, she loves to write about the complexity of families and totally believes in the power of love.

      I want to thank the lovely editors at Mills & Boon for creating such a great continuity! Everyone involved LOVED this idea. Thank you!

       CHAPTER ONE

      ITALY HAD TO BE the most beautiful place in the world.

      Daniella Tate glanced around in awe at the cobblestone streets and blue skies of Florence. She’d taken a train here, but now had to board a bus for the village of Monte Calanetti.

      After purchasing her ticket, she strolled to a wooden bench. But as she sat, she noticed a woman a few rows over, with white-blond hair and a slim build. The woman stared out into space; the faraway look in her eyes triggered Daniella’s empathy. Having grown up a foster child, she knew what it felt like to be alone, sometimes scared, usually confused. And she saw all three of those emotions in the woman’s pretty blue eyes.

      An announcement for boarding the next bus came over the public address system. An older woman sitting beside the blonde rose and slid her fingers around the bag sitting at her feet. The pretty blonde rose, too.

      “Excuse me. That’s my bag.”

      The older woman spoke in angry, rapid-fire Italian and the blonde, speaking American English, said, “I’m sorry. I don’t understand a word of what you’re saying.”

      But the older woman clutched the bag to her and very clearly told the American that it was her carry-on.

      Daniella bounced from her seat and scurried over. She faced the American. “I speak Italian, perhaps I can help?” Then she turned to the older woman. In flawless Italian, she asked if she was sure the black bag was hers, because there was a similar bag on the floor on the other side.

      The older woman flushed with embarrassment. She apologetically gave the bag to the American, grabbed her carry-on and scampered off to catch her bus.

      The pretty blonde sighed with relief and turned her blue eyes to Daniella. “Thank you.”

      “No problem. When you responded in English it wasn’t a great leap to assume you didn’t speak the language.”

      The woman’s eyes clouded. “I don’t.”

      “Do you have a friend coming to meet you?”

      “No.”

      Dani winced. “Then I hope you have a good English-to-Italian dictionary.”

      The American pointed to a small listening device. “I’ve downloaded the ‘best’ language system.” She smiled slightly. “It promises I’ll be fluent in five weeks.”

      Dani laughed. “It could be a long five weeks.” She smiled and offered her hand. “I’m Daniella, by the way.”

      The pretty American hesitated, but finally shook Daniella’s hand and said, “Louisa.”

      “It’s my first trip to Italy. I’ve been teaching English in Rome, but my foster mother was from Tuscany. I’m going to use this final month of my trip to find her home.”

      Louisa tilted her head. “Your foster mother?”

      Dani winced. “Sorry. I’m oversharing.”

      Louisa smiled.

      “It’s just that I’m so excited to be here. I’ve always wanted to visit Italy.” She didn’t mention that her longtime boyfriend had proposed the day before she left for her teaching post in Rome. That truly would be oversharing, but also she hadn’t known what to make of Paul’s request to marry him. Had he proposed before her trip to tie her to him? Or had they hit the place in their relationship where marriage really was the next step? Were they ready? Was marriage right for them?

      Too many questions came with his offer of marriage. So she hadn’t accepted. She’d told him she would answer him when she returned from Italy. She’d planned this February side trip to be a nice, uncomplicated space of time before she settled down to life as a teacher in the New York City school system. Paul had ruined it with a proposal she should have eagerly accepted, but had stumbled over. So her best option was not to think about it until she had to.

      Next month.

      “I extended my trip so I could have some time to bum around. See the village my foster mother came from, and hopefully meet her family.”

      To Daniella’s surprise, Louisa laughed. “That sounds like fun.”

      The understanding in Louisa’s voice caused Danielle to brighten again, thinking they had something in common. “So you’re a tourist, too?”

      “No.”

      Dani frowned. Louisa’s tone in that one simple word suddenly made her feel as if she’d crossed a line. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to pry.”

      Louisa sighed. “It’s okay. I’m just a bit nervous. You were kind to come to my rescue. I don’t mean to be such a ninny. I’m on my way to Monte Calanetti.”

      Daniella’s mouth fell open. “So am I.”

      The announcement that their bus was boarding came over the loudspeaker. Danielle faced the gate. Louisa did, too.

      Dani smiled. “Looks like we’re off.”

      “Yes.” Louisa’s mysterious