With This Kiss

With This Kiss

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Many Christmases ago, a stolen kiss beneath a snowy sky sealed their fate.  

Jonathan Santini is driven by passion and an unrelenting pursuit of two things: A better life through labor law and Isabella Juliana Alfano. But his checkered family history puts Jonathan on the outside of Isabella's Alfano clan.

Isabella's tangled emotions can't stop the love she feels for the bad-boy-turned-good. When she takes over her grandma's deli in East Rutherford, New Jersey she and Jonathan are thrown together again, and the chemistry is instant and electric. 

But the obstacle of family honor isn't the only thing in their way. A jealous colleague at Jonathan's firm is bent on revenge...revenge that puts Isabella's store into legal peril.

Will love be enough to see them through?


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Many Christmases ago, a stolen kiss beneath a snowy sky sealed their fate.  

Jonathan Santini is driven by passion and an unrelenting pursuit of two things: A better life through labor law and Isabella Juliana Alfano. But his checkered family history puts Jonathan on the outside of Isabella's Alfano clan.

Isabella's tangled emotions can't stop the love she feels for the bad-boy-turned-good. When she takes over her grandma's deli in East Rutherford, New Jersey she and Jonathan are thrown together again, and the chemistry is instant and electric. 

But the obstacle of family honor isn't the only thing in their way. A jealous colleague at Jonathan's firm is bent on revenge...revenge that puts Isabella's store into legal peril.

Will love be enough to see them through?

 


Excerpt


The Mercury Club

East Rutherford, New Jersey

December 21st—Ten Years Ago



Voices filled the banquet hall. Music and laughter resonated off the walls like the bell chimes of the season.

Scoping the room, Jonathan Santini accepted and dismissed people at a glance. He didn’t intend to stay long; he simply wanted to pay his respects to Rachel Alfano—affectionately referred to by those who knew and loved her as Grandma Rache. He’d spend some time with Grandma Rache and then call it a night. Social glitz had never been at the top of his favorites list, and he wasn’t really into mingling with the horde of family who had gathered for Grandma Rache’s eightieth Christmas.

Jonathan’s visual wandering took in the long head table festooned with balloons and streamers of green and gold, red and white. His attention zeroed in on a spot to the far side of the room.

Exquisite.

The solitary word rode a tempting circuit through Jonathan’s mind. A solitary sensation filled his body. Lightning-sizzle.

She looked a bit younger than the type to usually hold his interest, but she took his breath away. Olive-hued skin suggested an Italian heritage. He focused on her bare, creamy arms and his fingertips twitched.

His gaze traveled the length of a thick column of dark brown hair that fell neatly to her waist and shimmered beneath the overhead lights. A few errant curls tumbled free from a pair of tiny, sparkling barrettes. The image prompted an ache to know more about her.

In manner and appearance, she struck him as a young woman of breeding and class, while he felt out of place in this sea of tuxedos, fancy clothes, and sparkly baubles. In fact, the longer he surveyed the scene, the more oppressive became the neatly knotted tie he wore. But he resisted the instinct to run a finger beneath his shirt collar. Instead, he straightened his shoulders and lifted his chin.

Settings like this left him edgy and tense. Frankly, he’d rather be in his commissioned post behind the counter of Rachel Alfano’s simple neighborhood grocery store. After all, he thoroughly enjoyed chatting up the slew of customers who relied on Rachel’s Deli for sundry items, fresh sandwiches, and all the latest neighborhood gossip.

He loved the store and Rachel Alfano, because Rachel returned that love ten-fold and unconditionally. That was her way. Would the rest of the Alfano family react in similar fashion? Blue collar versus white collar—with complex layers between the two? The answer to that remained to be seen.

He moved forward, captured by the pull of the mysterious woman’s large brown eyes. Wide and full, her mouth often fell into smiles as she chatted with a group who stood nearby. By way of contagious reaction, Jonathan smiled as well.

He watched her glide from her position at a built-in buffet table to stand close to Rachel’s side. She settled a hand lightly on the older woman’s shoulder—evidently his mystery lady knew Rachel quite well. Tenderness accentuated the gesture; loving emotion telegraphed from her eyes straight through to her mannerisms. That fact intrigued him even more than her beauty.

Eager to meet her, Jonathan moved to join their group.

When he stepped up, he bent to greet Grandma Rache with a tender kiss on the cheek. Petite and pleasingly rounded, she wore a simple, red, wool dress with pearls at her throat and ears. She looked far younger than her years would tell.

“Jonathan!” Her eyes sparkled. “You made it! It’s about time too. I’ve been waiting.”

He smiled. “How could you miss me in this sea of people? Grandma Rache, you look gorgeous. Merry Christmas, mia bella.”

When he straightened, he looked right into the eyes of his mystery woman. No longer diluted by distance, her presence hit him swift and hard. The bodice of her dress featured black velvet. Involuntarily his fingertips twitched again, reacting to an inner call to reach out, to touch the soft fabric.

She sipped water from a goblet and then set it aside, all smooth grace and supple form. When she moistened her lips, he all but tasted their dewy, sweet flavor.

Rachel arched a brow. Not much got by Grandma Rache. “Jonathan Santini, I’d like you to meet my granddaughter, Isabella Julianna Alfano.”

Jonathan took Isabella’s extended hand and kissed the back, admiring her and unapologetic for it.

She looked away, blushing.

“Isabella Julianna Alfano,” Jonathan repeated in a murmur. “That’s not a name, that’s poetry. I’m delighted to meet you.”

The comment snared her wide-eyed attention. Her blush deepened. “Thank you. It’s a pleasure. And, unfortunately, Grandma never fails to use the unabridged version of my name. I’m usually called Bella.”

Translation: Beauty.

Jonathan grinned. “Indeed.”

Grandma Rache chuckled low.

Bella averted her gaze, but rebounded quickly. When she looked back up at him there were questions in her eyes. Questions and…intrigue. “Aunt Bella!”

Bella’s attention slid to Jonathan’s left. He turned, following the direction of her gaze.

“Hey, Nick!” Isabella called, her voice a perfect blend of smoke and satin. “Come here and give me a hug. I haven’t had a chance to see you yet. Did you get a look at all the gifts under the tree?”

The youngster, maybe six or seven, all but rocketed into her open arms. A look of love bloomed from Bella’s smiling lips to the depths of her eyes.

Fleetingly Jonathan envied the boy for being on the receiving end of her tenderness and enthusiasm.

Bella crouched and flipped her hair to the side so she could give the kid a peck on the cheek.

The back of her gown scooped discreetly just as the front, and once more the sight of her exposed skin turned into a siren call, prompting his fingers to twitch. Resolutely, he quelled the impulse.

Nick pulled on Bella’s hand, yanking her free of their group. “C’mon, Aunt Bella! You’ve gotta come to the window and look outside. It’s snowing like crazy!”

She looked back at Jonathan, apology in her eyes. He smiled and nodded in understanding.

When Bella drifted from the table, a middle-aged woman took her spot. Fingering a goblet of red wine, she regarded Jonathan with unhidden speculation and more than a touch of hauteur. “You are?”

“Jonathan Santini.”

In an instant, her attitude morphed from superior to ice-cold. The transformation left him confused; he’d never met her before.

“Santini. Would Carlos Santini be your father?”

Oh yes, he thought. Here we go. This woman knew his dad, the scrappy, opinionated, tough-minded businessman and former union boss.

Life experience had taught Jonathan to remain smooth and calm in the face of hostility. Further, he refused to hurt or offend Grandma Rache—ever—so he regarded the woman politely. “That’s right, yes. You would be?”

“Isabella’s mother,” she answered with succinct cool. “My name is Emily Alfano.”

Rachel gave Emily a quelling look. “Em, did you know that my Jonathan here is a freshman at Columbia Law School? In his spare time, he’s been helping me at the store. I wouldn’t make it without him. He’s a godsend.”

Jonathan took Rachel’s soft, gnarled hand in his and held it firm. “Labor of love, Grandma Rache.”

Emily remained stoic and unswayed from a suspicious demeanor. “Interesting style of help you’ve recruited for the deli, Mom. I hope you keep as close an eye on him as he does on you.”

Rachel’s mouth went taut, her lips pressed tight as she glared at Emily. Jonathan addressed his next comment solely to Rachel. “I’ll be back for a visit shortly.” But before he walked away, he couldn’t resist looking once more at Isabella’s mother. “Mrs. Alfano, I’m glad to have met you. Enjoy the evening.”

Jonathan’s struggle to remain proper evaporated once he left. He clenched his jaw and strode toward the bar. Right about now something cold and bracing was definitely in order.



~*~



Bella watched Jonathan from a distance while her niece, eleven-year-old Christina, kept her company.

He stood at the bar, nursing a beverage of some sort. His leather jacket was off now. It probably hung on the coatrack in the entry hall.

She turned her attention to her evening bag and searched for lipstick and hand lotion. She and Christina stood beneath an evergreen wreath adorned by a large red bow and glittering, white, twinkle lights that sprayed festive, sparkly beams across her niece’s face.

“You always smell so good.” Christy swayed in time to the music that played and pointed at the bottle Bella held out. “Is that what you use?” she asked as she reached towards the bottle.

Bella nodded. Trésor. The scent was her favorite. Christina’s hero worship prompted Bella’s smile. She remembered coveting such vanities when she was her niece’s age. Their almost seven year age gap felt like a few decades of maturity.

“It sure is. Here.” Bella squeezed a dollop onto Christy’s palm. “Rub it in.”

Christy smiled, her delight as bright as a sunbeam. On a dais near the back of the hall, a DJ continued to play pre-dinner music selections. Guests spun on the dance floor. Jonathan looked her way once or twice; Bella ducked her head in diversion.

Christina sniffed experimentally at the back of her hand and then sighed with undiluted female pleasure. “Awesome.”

Drawn back to the moment, Bella laughed and happily surrendered the tube of lotion to her niece. “Go ahead and keep it, sweetie. Enjoy.”

“Wha... Really? Thanks, Bella! I love it!” Christy clung to it like a treasure then hugged her tight. “You’re so cool!”

Bella tucked back a strand of Christy’s soft, blonde hair. “Promise you won’t overdo it, OK? If you do, I’ll get in big-time trouble.”

“OK.”

Bella felt a fingertip slide, slow and firm, against the length of her arm. She jumped, knowing who it was without turning around, even before the familiar voice sounded.

“She’s right, you know. You do smell great.”

Christy giggled. Her attention ping-ponged between Bella and Jonathan. “She’s pretty too, isn’t she?”

Jonathan gave Christy a playful wink. “Pretty doesn’t even scratch the surface.” The playfulness disappeared as he looked at Isabella. “Will you dance with me?”

Heat and desire slid neatly into place. Her pulse scampered. “I’d love to.”

Jonathan escorted her to the dance floor, but he turned back to Christy. “Stand by. You’re next.”

The lighting toward the back of the banquet facility was dim. Thousands of tiny white lights wound through thick swags of evergreen on the walls. A brightly illuminated tree stood guard in the corner, beneath it a veritable flood of presents. Strobes from a suspended sparkle ball picked up the light and flashed all around Jonathan. As though compelled to focus attention only on him, Isabella noticed each tantalizing play of light and dark.

He tucked her expertly into his arms. She looked into his eyes and promptly realized she was out of her league with this mystery man.

As though in answer, Jonathan touched a fingertip to the underside of her jaw, tilting her chin upward. “This dance will be better if you move in a little closer, Isabella.” A brief, unsteady silence followed as a ballad began to play. “I promise I don’t bite.”

She lost herself in eyes black as coal. Straight, jet black hair fell in neat layers to the collar of his shirt. Bella imagined the satiny texture of it and felt sure that reality would surpass the fantasy.

She allowed him to pull her closer, but skirted eye contact by watching him twine his fingers with hers. His skin, olive-hued like hers, was rougher, arousing.

“You really know your way around kids,” he said. “That little girl sure does love you.”

“And I love her back. Someday I’d love to have lots of kids who are just like Christy and Nick.”

“It’d certainly be my pleasure,” he murmured, almost too low to hear. But Bella caught the words, and heat climbed through her body, instant and bone-melting. Seeming to realize he was busted, Jonathan’s lips curved upward.

Though startled by his forward manner, Isabella didn’t back down. Instead, she decided to challenge him. “That it would.”

But the effort left her dizzy. He possessed an aura of confidence she envied. In fact, it pulled her to him at the same time it left her unnerved. Always carefully refined and proper, she absorbed the vibration of his inner strength, wishing she possessed a larger portion of that attribute.

He settled their joined hands against his chest and they swayed together in time to the music. They remained part of a crowd, yet at the same time, the moment they shared built into privacy.

“I just met your mom,” he said.

“And?” She braced herself for what her mom might have said, or how she might’ve reacted to a person who exhibited his degree of intensity and edginess.

He slowly drew her hands to rest on his shoulders. “And I think she wants me to disappear into the night. She must have seen us talking with your grandma, because she bee-lined over from the bar as soon as you left with Nick.”

“Yet here you are.”

Large shoulders, tightly muscled, lifted and fell against her splayed hands as he shrugged.

“Here I am.”

Isabella trailed her fingertips against a curl of his hair. The heat of his neck, and the understated, appealing aroma of wood-spiced cologne, slipped against her senses. “I’m sorry if she was mean to you.”

His teeth shone in a smile best described as wolfish. “She wasn’t mean, Bella. She didn’t need to be.”

“Tell me about it,” she muttered, which only increased his smile.

“It’s OK,” he assured her with unexpected gentleness. “I can tell you this, though. She’s no fan of mine or my family.”

Why on Earth would that be? She pondered the point, but didn’t want this moment tainted by negativity. Instead, she tucked her head against his chest. Jonathan’s breath was warm and soft against her cheek.


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