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    Bella Amore
    Bella Amore
    Bella Amore
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    Bella Amore

    By Erin Lee and BeBe Harlow

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    Bella is only twenty-two years old when she inherits her Great Aunt Angela's striking home in the country. Fresh out of college and a life in Milan, she's not sure she's ready for that kind of responsibility. But with no job prospects and a fledgling idea to open a bed and breakfast, the young woman sets off to the family home with an open mind and big hopes for possibilities ahead.

    Dreams of the young are a beautiful thing. Only, they can be deceiving. Dreams can quickly become nightmares.

    Blake was only twenty-five when he lost his life. Dead twenty years, he resents the living and has waited years for the old woman at 666 Amore Court to die. Now, with full control of the mansion at the very end of the windy road where he took his last breath, he has big plans.

    Agendas of the wicked are ugly things. Only, they can be misleading.

    Alone in the countryside, Bella begins to see and hear strange things that can only come from a very evil man. Single-minded not to go back and give up her plans to bring her aunt's home to life with a lovely facelift, she must decide how to handle the demonic being that haunts her.

    Will it be love or a fiery fight between an innocent dreamer and a bitter man resolute to end her?

    It might be both:

    Hate and love inevitably tangle into very twisted things.

    Bella Amore is the haunting paranormal love story of two stubborn souls determined to stop at nothing to turn their nightmares into dreams.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCrazy Ink
    Release dateNov 6, 2018
    ISBN9781386386476
    Bella Amore
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    Erin Lee

    Erin Lee lives in Queensland, Australia and has been working with children for over 25 years. She has worked in both long day care and primary school settings and has a passion for inclusive education and helping all children find joy in learning. Erin has three children of her own and says they have helped contribute ideas and themes towards her quirky writing style. Her experience working in the classroom has motivated her to write books that bring joy to little readers, but also resource educators to help teach fundamental skills to children, such as being safe, respectful learners.

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      Bella Amore - Erin Lee

      For all those who know love can be the most haunting of things.

      CHAPTER ONE

      Bella Amore

      Bella

      Insanity. The chance at a dream. My worst nightmare. Him. Me. It all began with a letter:

      My darling Bella,

      I write this letter to you while waiting for death to take me in his cold embrace and whisk me off into that eternal state of freedom, peace, and relief. I have lived a long life, a very comfortable life. I have no real regrets; I have you to thank for that, Bella. You filled my heart, my life, with so much joy and happiness. You filled my house with laughter and light. So please do not feel like I was cheated; I lived a long, fulfilling life.

      I want you to know that sending you away to boarding school at such a young age was terribly hard for me, but it's something I had to do. I wanted you have to have the best, and St. Francis Preparatory school and its university program could offer you that and give you the chance to experience life to the fullest. I loved receiving your weekly letters filling me in on all your adventures with your friends. Those letters were the highlight of my week and let me know sending you away was the best decision.

      But I digress, my dear Bella. I know you are probably angry I never sent word when I fell ill, but it happened so fast. By the time I visited the doctor and had the test, the cancer had already spread throughout my whole body; there was no saving me. To be honest, I don’t think I wanted to be saved. I know it will be difficult for you to understand for now. But I am old, in my eighties, and I have lived my life. I am ready for what comes next. I didn’t want you rushing home to watch me die, worrying over me. I wanted you out enjoying being young, celebrating life, shining bright like the beacon of love and light that you are. But now I am gone. I am calling you back to Amore Court. This house needs you. It needs your youth and your light to breathe life back into it. I know you can turn this sprawling, decaying house back into the diamond it once was. It was yours all along. I kept it for you.

      Do not come home with a heavy heart. Return with a happy heart full of plans and ideas. Know that I love you and I will be watching from the clouds. My Bella: Do not be afraid of taking on this project. I know you can do this and make this house beautiful again. I have left you all the money I had left. It will be enough to get you started. I am relying on your smarts and sheer determination to get you the rest of the way. I feel this house will give you the direction you continually complain you lack in your letters. Bella, please turn this house into your dream – your future.

      Love you always and forever,

      Aunt Angela

      xoxoxo

      I don’t know how many times I have read and re-read this letter; the one attached to my great aunt’s will leaving me the gigantic old house that I spent some of my childhood years in. I remember the old photos that hang on the hallway wall of how the house looked in its heyday before my great aunt bought it. It's a regal family home with eight bedrooms, four bathrooms, one ensuite, a ballroom, dining room, kitchen with galley, and a sitting room I wasn’t allowed to play in as a child. It was beautiful. The years have taken their toll, of course, but the bones of it stand tall and proud among all the others in the tired neighbourhood. Beautiful it still is if you look past the age and neglect. I can't blame my aunt for that. She couldn’t keep up with the repairs. She was never able to focus on one project for long. She was too fickle, not all that different from me. Slowly, it fell into disrepair. But now my aunt has given me the job of doing what she couldn't and restoring it.

      I know what I will do with it. It will be both a blessing and a curse, I am sure. Aunt Angela knew that I don’t know how many times I told her the old house would make a beautiful Bed and Breakfast. I’ve been saying it since I was nine years old and running around that ballroom spinning and telling her I’d one day be a famous ballerina. Hell, now I am older and can see even more. I can see how it would be perfect for intimate weddings too. The gardens and winding paths plus the beautiful old giant trees are the perfect backdrop for gorgeous wedding photos anyone would be proud to own. 

      I MAKE MY WAY THROUGH customs and collect my luggage in record time. Sometimes you get lucky like that, good custom officials that just wave you through. The flight from Milan was long and tiring. That letter seemed to be the only thing able to distract me from the gravity of what I am taking on. It scares me. But now I am here, where I was meant to be all along.  I am ready for this adventure. I need to make Aunt Angela proud. I know she is watching.

      Excitement fills me as I hail a cab and settle into my seat. An older, portly-looking gentleman greets me and asks for the address.

      Take me to 666 Amore Court Please, I say, reeling off the address.

      He smiles and whistles, mentioning he hasn’t been to ‘that old street’ in years as he veers into the turn off for town. I politely nod and sit quietly watching the familiar scenery pass me by. I am hit with a pang of sadness knowing in less than twenty minutes I will be pulling into that winding driveway and my aunt, not just my aunt, my mother figure, my safe place, my one person, will not be there waiting for me.

      I wipe a stray tear that rolls down my cheek and remind myself Aunt Angela wouldn’t want me to cry. She would want me smiling, moving on and not dwelling on her death, but embracing this adventure she has handed me. Instead of letting any more tears fall, I make myself and her a promise that I will turn that old house at the end of Amore Court into the most elegant, sought-after Bed and Breakfast and event venue this side of the Atlantic.

      I remember my last visit with Aunt Angela. It was over seven years ago. I had come to stay for the summer. We had so much fun playing tennis on the faded tennis court with two pieces of string for the net. Our long walks in the overgrown garden. Angela listening to my latest boyfriend woes and giving me silly advice just to make me blush and say eww. My favourite memory was showing her Netflix on my laptop and her loving all the shows; her favourite being the Gilmore Girls. I watched every episode with her just to watch her face light up. Her laugh was intoxicating to me. Being near her was too. To feel her warmth and comforting energy engulf me as we laid on the settee together drinking Chai Tea and munching on popcorn was something I had missed since leaving for school. I cherish that time—those memories—and will cherish them even more now knowing they are forever gone. 

      We’re here love, the cab driver announces, pulling me out of my thoughts. He looks at the place and me and asks if I am sure this is the right the address. I laugh and tell him this is the place, this is my home. My future.

      CHAPTER TWO

      Bella Amore

      Blake

      It’s the same thing every freaking day. Like Groundhog Day, only it doesn’t matter what the weather’s like outside. Past the peeling wallpaper and dust of three generations’ living, nothing ever changes. I’m fucking bored! The wheels of history, and the present too, just grind. And they wonder why we’re all insane. Or they used to. Lately, there haven’t been lights on in this home at all. For longer than I can think back to, it’s just been black. Figuratively, of course.

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