ATTENTION!!!
So, it is time for the voting for the People's Choice Award for the Wattys, and I've tweeted it already. My Twitter handle is @Katee_Believes and I would much appreciate it if you went and retweeted my tweet, so that the story can get more attention.
Voting will be starting soon as well (if it hasn't already started), and I'd really like your support on this. Writing is what I love to do, and it would be great for my work to get noticed from it's popularity amongst you readers. Please help me to achieve my life goal of getting published.
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ALSO...
If you noticed, the cover for the book has changed, and it is also now a series. For those of you who have read Timeless Midnight Devotion, I am taking it down as I have decided to make it the second book of the Amour Trilogy, and from this chapter, you will see how I link the two books. Fear not, the book will return as Book 2, and it will be even better.
Also, I changed Aretha back to Crystle Stewart, and changed Raphael to David Gandy.
THANK YOU FOR PAYING ATTENTION! ONWARDS YOU GO!!!
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"Ari, we're going to be late," I said as I stood at the elevator doors.
"If you could just be patient with me, then I would finish faster without the unnecessary pressure," my wife said as she walked out of our bedroom.
Watching her walk towards me, I was once again stunned by the beauty I seem to not get enough of, let alone used to. She was dressed in a navy floor length strapless dress that flowed as she walked. Her hair was in a simple up-do that had me wanting to free her hair.
She looked flawless.
"You look so dazed," she giggled.
"You just never cease to leave me breathless Signora Maestri," I chuckled.
"You're not looking too bad either Signor Maestri," she winked before getting into the elevator.
We headed down and headed out to the hotel where we were hosting the gala. Of course it's The Maestri Hotel in Florence because it only makes sense. We took the Bentley once more since my wife admitted to loving being behind the wheel of the magnificent car.
As expected, the press was already set up outside, snapping shots at the arriving guests. I know for a fact that Joel set this part of the night up from how extravagant everything looks. From where we were, I could see the man of the moment leading his date inside as the cameras tried to get a last glance of him.
"Are you ready for this mi amore?" I asked my wife as she pulled up to the valet.
"As I'll ever be mio marito," she flashed me a breathtaking smile as the car pulled to a stop.
I managed to open the door for myself, while the valet opened hers. The press, upon recognizing us, turned their lenses our way as I rounded the car to get to my wife. She smiled and took my hand in hers as soon as I was next to her, before we headed to the red carpet.
"Aretha! You look stunning! Who are you wearing?" a reporter asked my wife.
"I actually have no idea, but thank you," my beautiful wife replied with a smile.
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The Maestri Amour (Wattys 2015) - ON HIATUS
General Fiction"Child, he doesn't know anything about his own life. You think he's a mystery to you and the world? Little do you know that he's a mystery to himself. He doesn't know of the lies that surround him. He has dark secrets Rita, dark secrets that practic...
