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Welcome to my post for the Unmask My Heart book tour! I have a guest post coming up, as well as an excerpt and a giveaway for handmade Venetian masks. But, first, allow me to introduce the book:
When Rome’s loveliest rose and Venice’s fiercest lion team up to win back the love of their respective spouses-to-be, the Serene Republic may expect a hilarious romp – and perhaps the most torrid love story to have ever bedazzled its gilded canals...
Survived a pirate attack on the Isle of Lina, Venice’s sturdiest outpost, Roman Princess Isabella Pamphili and Venetian war hero Brando Loredan escape from the island and arrive in Venice.
Isabella discovers her fiancé is a cheat, her bride dream a lie. Her future husband, the man she loves with all her heart is flirting in... Brando’s fiancée’s arms!
Shock. Disappointment. Anguish. Fear for her future. The rascal deserves a lesson he will not forget, because a princess of Rome doesn’t bow out so easily. Brando Loredan will not be that hard to convince for he is jealous, angry and vindictive enough to get some brilliant idea. So she joins forces with him to get back her fiancé and put together the little dream back on track. But while trying and insisting on regaining the dream, she discovers a new path of light and love. It is not a lie, like the first dream, but it may be even harder to win.
Unmask My Heart is a story of love and sweet revenge set in sparkling, sumptuous Casanova’s Venice where everything is possible and sins are concealed behind a mask.
One thing about the writing process that I enjoy most and find absolutely satisfying is research.
I read a lot about the period I want to write about. Not only history but also everyday life and everything concerning the era.
But I’m not satisfied until I visit the place I’m writing about. I need to see it, touch it, feel it. I need it to talk to me since I believe this is the only way for me to tell readers about it.
The main difficulty in writing about different periods in my opinion is this: to be able to revive an era and, even more, to be able to bring the reader back in time, making her live that adventure or the love story not as a spectator but as an actress.
While writing Unmask My Heart, I visited Venice several times, a pleasure that I hardly can describe. I already knew the city very well, but I needed it to talk to me. I needed to envision Brando and Isabella moving through the canals, sailing on their gondolas, running in the narrow deserted streets. I needed to see once again the unbelievable splendor of the palaces rising from the water. I needed to see again the building walls emerging from the sea and destroyed by salt. I needed to get into churches, watch the Leads from the St. Mark bell tower, or hear the sound of the Moors striking the hours.
A historical romance is not a mere date written at the beginning of the book, or some nice evening gowns or some elegant carriage. A historical romance is long study, hard research, magic and charm.
It was terrific to be here with you and have a chance to talk about my book. If you like to enjoy the sites where Brando’s and Isabella’s hot romp took place, or if you like to learn some Italian recipe, Like me on my Facebook author page.
Arrivederci a presto!
“Unhand me.” The princess looked like a puppy facing a lion. Brando dragged her in a hidden corner and pinned her between his body and the wall.
“Stop running away, Isabella.”
“Let me go.” She panted and refused to look at him.
“No. I’ll never let go.”
With a deep sigh, Isabella wiped away her tears that threatened to overflow, and collapsed into his arms.
Brando’s arms slid around her waist to hold her upright.
Isabella looked up at him. Brando drowned in her clear emerald pools. His knees were weak and, his desire to kiss her devoured him. He pushed her ermine soft hair from her face. That neck, that skin ... his fingers tried, struggled in every possible way not to touch her. Brando wanted with all his heart to act like a friend. He sincerely wished to comfort her but his hands ached for her, his lips craved her kiss.
He wanted to scrub away the desire for her kiss. Isabella was here in his arms and he could never love her, or taste her as he wished. His face contorted with the pain in his heart.
Isabella stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his neck.
It was too much for him. Brando’s hands cupped her neck and her shoulder. His fingers trailed along her neck and she leaned her head back.
Isabella was there, she wanted love, consolation and passion.
Up for grabs is an original handmade Venetian mask from Venice.
About the Author:
She has an intrinsic appreciation of beauty and everything eccentrically romantic, including a strong affiliation to the city of Venice which she visits at least twice a year.
Independent and curious, Arianna has travelled extensively around the globe, from America to Africa and back to Europe. Frankly, she never misses a chance to pack her bags and jump on a plane. Driven by a passion for European history and art, she wanders and investigates every hidden corner of the Old Continent, armed with a camera and a notebook, and looking for intriguing stories and settings for her books.
She loves history, astrology, gourmet cooking, and cats. She lives with her husband, her beautiful daughters and her red cat, surrounded by her own cultivated flowers and the magical grandeur of the Eternal City.