Set against the breathtaking beauty of Italy, The Echoes of Love is a passionate, heart-breaking romance to ignite the senses and rekindle your belief in the power of love. Seduction, passion and secrets... Venetia Aston-Montagu has escaped to Venice to work in her godmother's architectural practice, putting a lost love behind her. For the past ten years she has built a fortress around her heart, only to find the walls tumbling down one night of the carnival when she is rescued from masked assailants by an enigmatic stranger, Paolo Barone. Drawn to the powerfully seductive Paolo, despite warnings of his Don Juan reputation and rumours that he keeps a mistress, Venetia can't help being caught up in the smouldering passion that ignites between them. When she finds herself assigned to a project at his magnificent home deep in the Tuscan countryside, Venetia not only faces a beautiful young rival but also a sinister count and dark forces in the shadows, determined to come between them. Can Venetia trust that love will triumph, even over her own demons? Or will Paolo's carefully guarded, devastating secret tear them apart forever?
Review
Book excerpt
I was given book for honest review. Venetia is a mosaic restorer who is hung up on a past love. Paulo very much his own man rescues her and then comes back for more. Very overly descriptive story set in Italy and surrounding islands. Culture rich in detail concerning food, architect, legends, and Italy. The romance of the story takes a more interesting turn toward the end.
The clock struck midnight just as Venetia went past the grand eighteenth-century mirror hanging over the mantelpiece in the hall. Instinctively she looked into it and her heart skipped a beat. In the firelight she noticed that he was there again, an almost illusory figure, leaning against the wall at the far end of the shadowy room, steady eyes intense, watching her from behind his black mask. An illusory figure indeed, because when Venetia turned around he was gone.
Venetia shivered. Nanny Horren’s voice resounded
through her head, reminding her of the strange Celtic superstitions that the
Scottish governess used to tell her. One in particular came to mind. ‘Turn
off the light and look into the mirror by firelight at midnight on Shrove
Tuesday,’ the old woman would whisper to the impressionable and
imaginative teenage Venetia, ‘and if you see a face reflected behind
your own, it’ll be the face of the love of your life, the man you will marry
someday.’
Was this what had just happened to Venetia? Was
this stranger the love of her life?
Rubbish, she
remonstrated, laughing uneasily into her own eyes, you’re mad! Haven’t
you learnt your lesson? Venetia had indulged in such fantasies several
years ago and had only managed to get hurt. Now, she knew better. Still, she
did not move away. Venetia leant closer to the mirror that reflected her pale,
startled face in the flickering light, as tremors of the warm feelings of
yester love suddenly flooded her being. For a few moments she seemed to lose all
sense of where she was and felt as though she stood inside a globe, watching
the wheel of time turning back ten years.
Gareth Jordan Carter. ‘Judd’. It was a diminutive
of Jordan, chosen by Venetia who hated the name Gareth and didn’t care much for
the name Jordan either. Judd had been her first love, and as far as Venetia was
concerned, her last. She had been young and innocent then; only eighteen.
Today, at twenty-eight, she liked to think she was a woman of the world, who
would not allow herself to be trapped by the treacherous illusions of passion,
however appealing they might seem. She had paid a high price for her naivety
and impetuosity.
Venetia tried to shake herself clear of those
haunting phantasms and her thoughts ambled back to the masked stranger – well,
almost a stranger.
Their brief encounter had occurred the evening of
the first night of Il Carnevale di Venezia, ten days before
Shrove Tuesday …
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Hannah
Fielding bio
Hannah Fielding is a novelist, a dreamer, a
traveller, a mother, a wife and an incurable romantic. The seeds for her
writing career were sown in early childhood, spent in Egypt, when she came to
an agreement with her governess Zula: for each fairy story Zula told, Hannah
would invent and relate one of her own. Years later – following a degree in
French literature, several years of travelling in Europe, falling in love with
an Englishman, the arrival of two beautiful children and a career in property
development – Hannah decided after so many years of yearning to write that the
time was now. Today, she lives the dream: she writes full time, splitting her
time between her homes in Kent, England, and the South of France, where she
dreams up romances overlooking breathtaking views of the Mediterranean.
Her first novel, Burning Embers, is a vivid, evocative love story set against the
backdrop of tempestuous and wild Kenya of the 1970s, reviewed by one newspaper
as ‘romance like Hollywood used to make’. Her new novel, The Echoes of Love, is a story of passion, betrayal and intrigue set
in the romantic and mysterious city of Venice and the beautiful landscape of
Tuscany.
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Message
from the author
I first visited Venice
as a young child. Then, as now, I was wide-eyed and enchanted by the beauty of
the city. I distinctly remember standing in the main square, the Piazza St
Marco, gazing up at the stunning architecture of Saint Mark’s Basilica, and
feeling I had somehow entered another world – a fairytale world. Then I looked
down, at the square itself, which was overrun by hordes of pigeons. There was
nothing beautiful about those birds. They were quite spoiling the place. And it
struck me then that Venice
is a city of two faces: that which the tourists flock to admire, that makes the
city the capital of romance, that breathes new life into the imagination and
leaves a permanent, inspirational impression. And the other side, the darker
side, that which is concealed in what Erica Jong called ‘the city of mirrors,
the city of mirages’.
When I returned to the city as an adult, I became
quite fascinated by the concept of Venice
– what it means to be Venetian; what the city really is beneath the layers of
history and grandeur and legend. Frida Giannini wrote ‘Venice never quite seems real, but rather an
ornate film set suspended on the water.’ I understand this quote – there is
something fairytale about the place, and with that comes some reluctance,
perhaps, to see the realism beyond.
I very much hope that readers will enjoy my
new novel, and will fall in love with its romantic Italian setting, as I did.
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