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…
Author: Lynne Graham
Publisher: Harlequin Presents
Series: Passion in Paradise #7
Format: Kindle ARC
No. of Pages: 224
Date of Publication: April 1, 2020
My Rating: 4 Stars
Brooke survived a terrible car crash where their was loss of life. She sustained quite a bit of damage, but the doctors assure her husband Lorenzo that she will be all right. It takes some time Brooke to wake up, but it takes her even longer to remember who she is and who this sexy man that calls her husband is.
Lorenzo is an honorable man. Although he and his wife were on the brink of divorce, he cannot leave her to fend for herself. He plans on keeping his distance, because is wife is a hateful viper. But, Lorenzo finds things to be very confusing. Who is this sweet loving person in his wife's body? And why does he feel intense desire for her? With Lorenzo being quite successful and incredibly busy, he hopes his travels will help him keep his mind off of Brooke.
That is about as specific as I will get in this review. This book has a trope that romance readers have been reading for decades, but I leave it to the reader of the book to discover what that is. I found this book to be enjoyable for the most part and it was a very quick read. There were, however, a couple of things that just didn't click for me. So, looking past those issues I feel comfortable rating this book with 4 Stars.
Many thanks to Harlequin Presents and to NetGalley for this ARC for review. This is my honest opinion.
Please enjoy the following excerpt:
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 ar-rival of two nurses, their faces both concerned and excited at the same time. She clawed at the breath-ing 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 surround-ing 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 fin-ger. 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.