Merchants of Milan by Edale Lane

A big welcome to Edale Lane as part of her blog tour with Other Worlds Ink for Merchants of Milan.

Stella: I am Stella Belmonte from the Daily Gazette doing a feature story on the prominent women of Milan. Today I am speaking with Madelena Torelli Carcano, sister of Don Alessandro, head of House Torelli. Madelena, first of all I wish to extend my condolences on the loss of your husband.

Madelena: Thank you. It has been an adjustment.

Stella: I would imagine, poor dear. I have heard that you are now actually working alongside your brother in the family business; is that true, and pray tell, whatever for?

Madelena: Yes. My departed husband was an assistant to Alessandro and his own sons are not old enough to become partners. I am skilled with numbers and therefore keep the books. Ally also likes me to deal with the customers in face-to-face purchasing negotiations. He says men are more likely to give their money to a pretty lady than to him.
Stella: I see… but then I don’t. Isn’t it unusual for a woman, particularly one who is independently wealthy, to “work”? I mean shouldn’t you be out socializing, seeking a new spouse?

Madelena: Many widows of successful businessmen choose to carry on the family business in their stead. It is certainly not unheard of. And as you pointed out, I am quite well off financially, therefore have no need to seek another husband.

Stella: But don’t you want your children to have a father?

Madelena: They had a good father and now they have an exceptional uncle; it would be foolish to lower my standards simply to acquire a man of whom I have no need. Really, Stella, are these questions the sort of thing the inquiring minds of Milan are interested in? Wouldn’t they much rather hear about the Night Flyer?

Stella: You know about the Night Flyer?

Madelena: Indeed. He has visited my rooftop. I have seen and spoken to him.

Stella: Do tell!

Madelena: Those who go about declaring that he is an outlaw, a dangerous bandit and brigand are mistaken. The Night Flyer only steals from dishonest and violent men, those who deserve to be punished. Then he doesn’t even keep the spoils but gives them away to the poor and the masses in the street. He wears a mask to protect his identity, but he is no threat, no danger to good people. He is a vigilante!

Stella: You said he visits you; do you know who he is, where is he from?

Madelena: No, I don’t know who he is, but I certainly couldn’t tell you if I did. He’s slim, young, about average height, totally brilliant and athletic, larger than life really.

Stella: It sounds to me like perhaps the reason you are not seeking a husband is that you are smitten with this mysterious flyer of the night.

Madelena: That’s silly. But I do admire what he is doing.

Stella: If you say so. On to other matters, word is the feud between your House and House Viscardi is hotter than ever. Are you concerned that Don Benetto may attempt violence upon you or your brother?

Madelena: You must not know my brother. He has everything under control, therefore I am not concerned for our safety. Besides, Don Benetto Viscardi is the primary target of the Night Flyer. I also trust that he would never allow harm to come to us… or any other upright citizen.

Stella: Uh, huh, the Night Flyer again. Well, there is one more bit of gossip that I must ask about. Rumor has it that Don Alessandro employed a female tinker. Surely you agree that no woman should be undertaking a traditionally male profession.

Madelena: Your information is a bit incorrect. Florentina de Bossi was engaged as tutor to my dear children, and while that title more often goes to a man, it is still acceptable for a woman, especially given Betta and Matteo’s ages. It just so happens that Florentina is extraordinarily talented. Her father was an inventor and clock maker who assisted Master Leonardo da Vinci during his time in Milan. Florentina learned a great deal from them both, including how to repair and improve upon mechanical things. My brother is a prudent businessman who knows how to utilize a valuable asset. Me, for one. Many a business has gone under due to a dishonest accountant; by me taking that position, we need not worry that our money will flee out the back door. Likewise, employing a loyal member of the household as a part-time tinker eliminates the risk of a rival sending in a wolf in to cause trouble with production. Who cares if she is a woman? She is the best suited person for the contract.

Stella: And you don’t mind sharing her?

Madelena: Well… that depends… I mean, it is sometimes annoying. She spends a lot of time away from the house. But I can’t be selfish with her. Florentina is a wonderful tutor; she spends every weekday instructing the children, and they dearly love her. She is smart, funny, intuitive, easy to get along with, so much more patient than I and so much more dependable than our supposed governess.

Stella: It sounds like the children are not the only ones who love Florentina.

Madelena: Everyone loves her–the family, the staff. What’s not to love?

Stella: I wish to thank you for your time and for answering my questions with such unbridled honesty. It has been quite an enlightening discussion!

Madelena: If you plan to use my words to spread gossip, let me remind you that my brother is among the most powerful men in Milan and could ruin you in a heartbeat. Have a nice day!

Merchants of Milan

Edale Lane has a new FF historical romance out, book one of the Night Flyer Trilogy: “Merchants of Milan.”

Three powerful merchants, two independent women in love, one masked vigilante.

Florentina, set on revenge for her father’s murder, creates an alter-ego known as the Night Flyer. Madelena, whose husband was also murdered, hires Florentina as a tutor for her children and love blossoms between them. However, Florentina’s vendetta is fraught with danger, and surprising developments threaten both women’s lives.

Merchants of Milan is the first book in Edale Lane’s Night Flyer Trilogy, a tale of power, passion, and payback in Renaissance Italy. If you like gadgets and gismos, rich historical background, three-dimensional characters, and fast-paced action with a slow-boil lesbian romance, then you are sure to love this series. Buy this one of a kind novel today and let the adventure begin!

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Excerpt

Merchants of Milan Meme

In the next instant Maddie placed a caressing hand to her face, leaned in, and kissed her. Although she had been anticipating this very possibility for hours, it came on her as swift and unforeseen as a summer storm. The sensual heat of those urgent lips melded to hers ignited something deep within Florentina’s core that sprung to life for the very first time and exploded throughout her being, a sensation so phenomenal, so novel that she had no context in which to place it. Breathless, her mind went totally blank, and she simply savored the moment.

When Madelena withdrew she whispered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep.”

“Sorry?” Florentina’s heart sank and her head spun. How could she be sorry? “Why? I’m not.”

“You’re not?” Maybe Maddie was as uncertain as she, as overcome with raw emotion and not knowing how to express it. “It’s just that–and I have contemplated this–with me being your employer and all, I don’t want you to expect you must do something you aren’t comfortable with. I would never pressure you-”

It was Florentina’s turn to be impulsive. She silenced Maddie by repeating the gesture, tasting again those full, cherry lips that flooded her mind, body, and soul with sensations. When it broke, they gazed into each other’s eyes looking for confirmation. “I understand I am only a servant in your household.”

“Don’t say that!” Maddie replied firmly. “That is not how I view you. Please, Fiore. How can I explain?”

The earlier butterflies began to settle in Florentina’s stomach and the fog of trepidation evaporate. She could perceive that the beautiful wealthy widow did regard her with esteem, did have feelings for her. This was not a mere dalliance she realized. “I care for you also,” she spoke softly and stroked Maddie’s luxurious strands. “Do not think you press me to do something I have not wanted to do since the moment I first saw you.”

Relief engulfed Madelena’s expression, and she brushed her cheek to Florentina’s then nuzzled her neck with moist, eager lips. A euphoric sigh escaped Fiore’s mouth at the intimate touch and she pulled Maddie closer. When their lips found each other’s again she opened to the honey-sweet tongue that was impatient to delve into it. Without willing them to do so, she realized her fingers were wound in those silky red strands while her other hand slid down Madelena’s back as far as the bench would allow. She could perceive her heartbeat against her own heated breast. This is what she had dreamt of and it surpassed her expectations. All she wanted to do was touch, caress, explore, and please this singular woman. Even as she was rendered breathless from the physical passion, her heart was telling her head that what she felt was far more, endlessly deeper. It was a very dangerous cavern, a bottomless pit that could spell her doom; she was falling in love.

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Madelena realized she was making a mistake. She had acquired a good tutor for her children and a new friend to share meaningful experiences with, but a romantic affair? Where could that possibly lead? What would her brother think or do when he found out, and she knew he would, eventually. Hadn’t she lived a well-disciplined life? Could she not control her desires for more than a few weeks?

As her mind was blaring at her all the reasons to say no, her heart had been pleading an opposing case. Yes, she had found a teacher and a friend, but in Florentina she had discovered abundantly more. She was interesting, witty, talented, intuitive, and compassionate. She opened whole new worlds to the widow whose entire education was meant only to prepare her to be a merchant’s wife. For the past six months she had felt lost, as if she had no place and no purpose. She had helped Alessandro with the bookkeeping and personal relations with customers, but she had also spent her nights alone speculating on what the future may hold for her. She still could not answer that question, but she had spoken honestly when she said that Fiore made her feel real and alive. Since growing closer to the dark-haired inventor’s daughter she had begun to experience so many things. And today–today had likely been the best day of her twenty-eight years on this earth! Then the emotion of sharing her story, it was just all too much to expect her to maintain self-control. But now that she had initiated this passionate encounter, what would she do next?

Presently, she drew back from those sultry lips trying to regain some restraint. “Have you ever been with a woman before?” she asked to fill the silence.

Florentina shook her head. “If you mean sexually, I am quite inexperienced with anyone, male or female. Years ago when Cesare told me he was attracted to men, I mentioned that I was more drawn to women. I didn’t think he’d ever say anything; it’s not like we talked about it much, but now,” she paused casting starry eyes at Maddie, “I’m glad he did.”

She smiled and stroked Florentina’s cheek. “So am I.”

“I know you have experience,” she noted. “So, what do we do next?”

What indeed! Madelena considered. “Take one step at a time. May I suggest we try to get some sleep and take a night to process it all? I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed at the moment.”

“You’re overwhelmed?” Fiore laughed. “I’m not certain my legs will carry me upstairs!”

Maddie hesitated to move, as the tug of an invisible cord was drawing her back to her newfound treasure. Neither was Florentina was moving away. One more kiss and you must move. Give both of us time to think. She touched her lips to Fiore’s and closed her eyes. What makes one kiss a sloppy flop and another a driving, sensuous pleasure? Is it one’s mental perception or a physical current that connects two individuals who are similarly charged? I can feel the energy pass between her and I unlike any other before.

“I shall see you in the morning.” She released Florentina and pushed herself to her feet with a sheer force of will. Florentina followed saying her good-nights and Madelena closed the bedroom door behind her as she left. Alone once more, she glanced around her empty chamber and wished her lover could have stayed all night.


Author Bio

Edale Lane

Edale Lane is the penname used by Melodie Romeo for LGBTQ fiction novels. She is a native of Vicksburg, Mississippi, earned a bachelor’s degree in Music Education from the University of Southern Mississippi and a master’s degree in History from the University of West Florida.

Ms Romeo is a retired school teacher who currently travels the country as an over the road truck driver. Her first book, Vlad, a Novel, an historical thriller, was published in 2002. She has had short stories published in anthologies by Seventh Star Press, Charon Coin Press, Alban Lake Press, Less Than Three Press, and Past and Prologue Press.

Edale Lane’s first novel, Heart of Sherwood, is an historical retelling of the Robin Hood story supposing that the hooded outlaw had been a woman: https://pastandprologuepress.lpages.co/heart-of-sherwood1/

In addition to driving and writing, Melodie is also a musician who plays the French horn, composes, and has spent many years as a choral and instrumental director. She aspires to be a successful enough author to quit driving and devote herself to writing fulltime. Melodie resides in Utica, MS with her longtime partner, Johanna.

Some of her works can be found at http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00WFFFEA4

In 2019 Melodie founded Past and Prologue Press. Please visit her website.

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About Anne Barwell

Anne Barwell lives in Wellington, New Zealand. She shares her home with a cat with “tortitude” who is convinced that the house is run to suit her; this is an ongoing “discussion,” and to date, it appears as though Kaylee may be winning. In 2008, Anne completed her conjoint BA in English Literature and Music/Bachelor of Teaching. She has worked as a music teacher, a primary school teacher, and now works in a library. She is a member of the Upper Hutt Science Fiction Club and plays violin for Hutt Valley Orchestra. She is an avid reader across a wide range of genres and a watcher of far too many TV series and movies, although it can be argued that there is no such thing as “too many.” These, of course, are best enjoyed with a decent cup of tea and further the continuing argument that the concept of “spare time” is really just a myth. She also hosts and reviews for other authors, and writes monthly blog posts for Love Bytes. She is the co-founder of the New Zealand Rainbow Romance writers, and a member of RWNZ. Anne’s books have received honorable mentions five times, reached the finals four times—one of which was for best gay book—and been a runner up in the Rainbow Awards. She has also been nominated twice in the Goodreads M/M Romance Reader’s Choice Awards—once for Best Fantasy and once for Best Historical. Anne can be found at https://annebarwell.wordpress.com
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