His Two Hidden Masks: Steamy International Billionaire Romance

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Bella Uzano never planned on being a runaway bride. She’s disappointed her family, made an enemy of her ex-fiance and can’t see a way back into anyone’s good graces. But then again, being a good girl is highly overrated.

One moonlit night in Venice, Bella tumbles into the arms and bed of a gorgeous stranger. He's only a mask and a first name, and he gives Bella everything she needs with his lips, his hands and his body. Bella wakes up alone craving more pleasure and a renewed resolve to follow her dreams despite her family’s disapproval.

Bella’s passion and family loyalty will be tested when she discovers her new lover is one of the billionaire Street brothers, and his eyes are set on more than acquiring Bella’s family’s business. As Bella tries to resist the magnetic pull of his touch, she will discover he's hid more from her than just his name.

As she battles her own family, it seems everyone in the Uzano household has also been keeping well-guarded secrets.

How far will Bella go to save her family and her dreams? What will she do when she uncovers the secret about her past and the truth behind the man she can’t resist and his two hidden masks?

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As I walked towards San Marco Square, I didn’t hesitate. My route would be a marvel to those who did not understand the matrix of canals and bridges. There, the fresco of the angels above the Bridge of Sighs. There, the announcement Domenicus carving near the old chapel where the Medici stabbed one of their many young, doomed brothers. Venice was built on blood and greed and love. I turned a blind corner and crashed into a tall man drinking an espresso. The coffee splashed over us both and crashed to the cobblestoned ground.

“Scusi,” I said. “Mi Dispiaci.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t speak Italian.”

“I speak English and I said I’m sorry. I did not see you around the corner, I was moving too fast. Why are you standing here like a statue in the dark?” I accused.

He laughed, his voice deep and booming and unapologetic. “You know, I just paid an outrageous amount to get a double espresso.” The man said as he brushed drops of coffee from his camel hair long coat.

“That is insane,” I said. “No one sells coffee this late. And you probably expect me to buy you another cafe, but I don’t have a clue where to get one, and I’m Venetian.”

The man looked up from his jacket. “I don’t expect anything from you. After all, it’s midnight and you are roaming the streets alone. Should I be worried about you?”

“No,” I said, feeling a little defensive. I wasn’t threatened, this man had a warm smile. Strike that, a sexy smile. Strike that, an arrogant sexy smile. This man’s smile made me think that he’d just gotten out of bed with someone. I felt my body flush.