THE INNOCENT’S FORGOTTEN WEDDING by Lynne Graham
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…
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 arrival of two nurses, their faces both
concerned and excited at the same time. She clawed at the breathing 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 removed. 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 surrounding 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 finger. 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.
Lynne Graham lives in Northern Ireland and has been a keen
romance reader since her teens. Happily married, Lynne has five children. Her
eldest is her only natural child. Her other children, who are every bit as dear
to her heart, are adopted. The family has a variety of pets, and Lynne loves
gardening, cooking, collecting allsorts and is crazy about every aspect of
Christmas.
