A Dowry of Steel and Blood

By Rebecca Milton

Like all daughters of wealthy fathers in Venice, Isabella had been promised in marriage. Like most daughters of wealthy father’s in Venice, she was not in love with the man she was promised to. She, like many young girls, was in love with a handsome artist. Her father, uninterested in her pleas of marriage for love, had turned a deaf ear to her. Now, with the help of her dear uncle Leo, Isabelle has a plan to get what she most desires. She may get her love or she may learn that our deepest desires often come with the highest price.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AmorBooks.com
• Release date: Jan 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005832988

Rebecca Milton

Rebecca Milton writes sizzling erotica and romance for the thinking person. On her free time she enjoys taking her Alaskan Malamute for long, long walks. He enjoys it too.

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A Dowry of Steel and Blood

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Rebecca Milton

Copyright 2022 Rebecca Milton

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Of course he’s an artist, this is Venice, every boy his age is an artist, it’s practically required these days, Leo said as he moved, distracted, about the room. It’s 1495 and since the Pope started paying good coin for canvases, everyone wants to be an artist. Crazy.

Isabella stood quietly in the corner, waiting for her uncle to settle into his chair at the table by the north window that overlooked the street. Once seated, once he was settled with his tea and his glasses and his books and his paper, then, she knew, he would give her his full attention, and they could talk about the very serious subject that she had come to talk to him about. That subject, the most serious of all subjects, of course, was love.

Now, understand me, my dear, he went on as he shuffled about gathering papers, his cup, his glasses, quills, ink bottle, his arms laden with things that he must have in order to do his work. "I am not disparaging the artists, I love them all. I glory in their works and I feel we, as men and, of course, you know when