Part of Series
When summer flings turn serious... Devastatingly handsome Rafaello Montebello has never known a woman he couldn’t charm, but he’s finally met his match in determined Ice Queen Lauren Monroe. He knows she’s got a softer side, but whenever he’s in the room, Lauren freezes over completely. Not one to shy away from a challenge, Raf decides to seduce the beautiful stranger. It starts off as fun – a distraction – but the closer he gets to Lauren the more he realownises she was right to keep him at arm’s length. Young widow Lauren lives a lonely life – completely by choice. Having experienced the agony of loving and losing someone before, she’s determined to avoid knowing that unique pain ever again. It’s a rule she’s never come close to breaking…until Raf Montebello enters her life and makes it impossible to say ‘no’. A brief affair isn’t the end of the world, as long as she remembers that nothing lasts forever. Waking up in his arms might be sinfully sweet, but it’s just an illusion. Isn’t it? Book four in The Montebellos series is a sexy, heartwarming romance that will set your soul on fire.
Author
For all things Clare Connelly, please see www.clareconnelly.co.uk, the official home of Clare Connelly on the web. Clare Connelly grew up in a small country town in Australia. Surrounded by rainforests, and rickety old timber houses, magic was thick in the air, and stories and storytelling were a huge part of her childhood. From early on in life, Clare realised her favourite books were romance stories, and read voraciously. Anything from Jane Austen to Georgette Heyer, to Mills & Boon and (more recently) 50 Shades, Clare is a romance devotee. She first turned her hand to penning a novel at fifteen (if memory serves, it was something about a glamorous fashion model who fell foul of a high-end designer. Sparks flew, clothes flew faster, and love was born.) Clare has a small family and a bungalow near the sea. When she isn't chasing after energetic little toddlers, or wiping fingerprints off furniture, she's writing, thinking about writing, or wishing she were writing.
