Romance

Kiss From a Rose by Bella Fontaine

Another one from an Author I like, and I think this is my favorite cover of her books.

The book is Kiss From a Rose by Bella Fontaine, a Contemporary Romance.

Secrets that were meant to be hidden jump out of the closet in this hot, sexy, enemies to lovers romance. From USA Today Bestselling Author Khardine Gray writing as Bella Fontaine…

There are two things in this world that I’m certain of:
1.Money doesn’t grow on trees.
2.Caine Donoghue is the devil. He’s the kind of guy who’s sexy, knows it, and uses his charm to fool you. It doesn’t help that he’s an Ex-Navy man with all that hard muscle and a body built like a god. He’s the devil.

It sounds harsh, but it’s true. I should know because I practically grew up with him. I had to endure many summers of his evil. So I should know.

However, the day came when the man decided to go and shock me.

It only took a fifteen-year absence in each other’s lives, but…one major act of kindness that saved the person I loved most dissolved the barrier I placed up to keep him out.

I never saw it coming.
Me, trapped in the charm he oozed. Me, trapped in the temptation that lured me to him just from his sinful sexy smile. Me, getting lost in a man I thought was my worse nightmare.

Caine Donoghue sucked me into a sizzling hot, whirlwind romance that was so scorching it would make hell feel like the artic.
He unlocked something inside me.
But…us being together unlocked something else.
We unlocked secrets from the past that should have stayed hidden. Secrets that tangle the past with the present, and will affect the future.

Secrets that could destroy us.

It’s only a matter of time.
Then it won’t matter what I think …

If you like hot, steamy, romance with gorgeous, drool-worthy ex-military men that will make you melt, you will like this book. Scroll up and one-click your copy today!

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Excerpt

He sat next to me, and I looked at him out the corners of my eyes, then fully. I needed to say thanks. It didn’t matter what happened between us as kids. I needed to tell him how grateful I was. Especially since he didn’t have to be here. “Thank you, for doing this for her. I wouldn’t know what I’d do if you hadn’t offered to help.”

A slow, easy smile crept across his sensual lips. “You’re welcome.”

“I’ll pay you back.” Of course, I would. That was a lot of money to give, and it was a lot of money to part with.

The smile widened on his face. “No, you won’t.”

“Yes, of course I will. I have every intention of doing so.”

He chuckled. “I don’t mean I think you won’t pay it. I mean I won’t accept any repayment.”

I gazed at him long and hard. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable taking so much from you.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but this isn’t about you, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. Wow, that was an endearment I never thought I’d hear from him. Not when I was being called Big Bertha when I’d gained a bit of weight in my early teens, Metal Mouth when I had to wear retainers for a few years, Dotto- dot when I had so many zits on my forehead it did look like a game of

connect the dots, and then there was The Ugly Duckling. That one had hurt me the most. I wasn’t ugly, not by a long shot, but he’d taken to calling me that after Mom cut my hair way too short after a relaxer went wrong. My hair had looked like duck feathers. It took forever to grow back.

“It’s a lot of money, and they only gave us the minimum, could be more.”

“Can’t put a price on life, and you can’t put a value on a woman like Halle.

She’s priceless. She was like a mother and father to me, so I’ll provide whatever she needs. And you won’t pay me back, Anya.”

My name sounded foreign on his lips, probably because he’d rarely ever called me by it.

“Thank you. I thank you for her.” I looked over to the window, at Aunt Halle on the hospital bed.

She still looked so frail and weak. I hated seeing her that way.

“So… long time. Fifteen years,” Caine spoke.

“Very long time,” I answered, but I didn’t look at him. I kept my gaze trained on Halle.

“You were still in training bras.”

I frowned and turned to face him. “And you were a big-headed jock.”

“I thought you’d write me.”

Now I squinted at him and wrinkled my nose. “What?”

“When I went to join the Navy, I thought you’d write.”

“Why in the world would you think that?” No way was he being serious.

He smirked at my reaction.

“Oh, we were such good friends, I just thought you’d keep in touch. You know, seeing as how I went to Afghanistan and Iraq. It was dangerous. A letter here and there, or even a Post-it note just to say hey would have been nice.” He nodded.

I blinked several times. “Caine Donoghue, I’m pretty certain your host of admiring fans would have written to you.”

“Not you though.”

“I’m not the letter-writing type. It wouldn’t have worked.” Better to say that.

“So, how come you went to see her? You were at the motel?”

“I visit her every time I’m home. Sometimes I stay over and help out if things need doing. I got back Monday, and I was visiting today when it happened.”

About the Author

Bella Fontaine is the multicultural and interracial romance pen name of USA Today Bestselling bestselling author Khardine Gray.

The name is to honor the strong, super talented, and courageous women in her family who inspired her to write and do what she loves most.

As with her other books expect hot, steamy, contemporary romance and romantic suspense. Expect drool-worthy heroes and sassy heroines. People falling in love and the wild, sexy fun they have on their journey.

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