A Moment on the lips

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Mills & Boon Modern

Oct 2011

ISBN: 9780263883985


Harlequin Presents Extra

Nov 2011

ISBN: 9780373528400

Also released as:

  • UK hardback (Oct 2011, ISBN: 9780263221008)
  • Australian paperback (Nov 2011, ISBN: 9781742778631)


Behind the Book

I've always been a real gelati fiend, ever since I was tiny. It was one of the things over which I bonded with my DH. And, cough, my children can order gelati in perfect Italian...

I'd wanted to do an ice cream book for ages. I had originally planned to set it in a seaside village in England, but my editor asked for something more glamorous.

And so we have Dante, self-made man with a difficult past, who's asked to become a mentor by a spoiled princess - or so he thinks she is. (There's a lot more to Carenza than he thinks!)

Carenza ends up doing a bit of reverse mentoring, and so Dante learns to have fun.

It's set in Naples, but life got a little bit in the way of my writing schedule, so while I was planning and writing the book I happened to go on a research trip for a different book... in Paris. I adored the city and just couldn't resist sending Dante and Carenza there. (And yes, for the sake of research, we stood on the top of the Arc de Triomphe to watch the Eiffel Tower sparkling; we played with the rainbows in the Louvre; we walked up the Eiffel Tower (that was the day we did 33,000 steps - over 1,000 of them being up stairs); we ate macarons and crepes sprinkled with cinnamon; and my daughter had her portrait drawn in Montmartre, In fact, my loyal research team didn't complain once, so the book is dedicated to them!

The book's recipe is a firm favourite in our house - strawberry ice cream. It often doesn't quite make it from the ice-cream maker to the freezer...

Read a Bit


It was her shoes that gave her away.

Her business suit was fine. Professional. Like her pristine leather briefcase, barely-there make-up and the way she wore her long hair in a simple yet elegant twist. But the heels of her shoes were much too high and much too delicate. They weren't office shoes: they were do-me heels. And Dante Romano had known enough princessy types in his time to recognise that these were expensive do-me heels. The kind that only a rich, spoiled woman could afford.

Closing this deal was obviously going to be much less time-consuming than he'd feared. So much for his sources telling him that Carenza Tonielli was serious about taking over the family business.

'Thank you for coming to see me, Signorina Tonielli,' he said, standing up. 'May I offer you some coffee? Water?' He indicated the bottle and glasses on his desk.

'Water would be lovely, thank you.'

'Please, have a seat.' He gestured to the chair on the far side of his desk and waited until she'd sat down before pouring them both a glass of water and sitting down again himself.

She picked up her glass and took a sip of water.

Beautiful hands, he thought. And shook himself mentally as a picture flashed through his head. Oh, for pity's sake. Yes, Carenza Tonielli was beautiful. Probably the most beautiful woman he'd ever met. But she was also very aware of it, and he wasn't interested in doing anything other than business with a spoiled princess.

Liar, his libido corrected. You were thinking about what those hands would feel like against your skin. And that mouth.

That beautiful mouth. A perfect rosebud. Well, he might be thinking about it, but he certainly wasn't going to act on his thoughts. He didn't have the time. Not if he was going to hit the targets for his business plan. Until the franchise was off the ground, his social life was taking a definite back seat. And he wasn't about to indulge his libido.

'So why did you want to see me?' she asked.

Was she really that clueless? Poor Gino. He'd made a huge mistake, handing over the business to his wayward granddaughter in the hope that she'd come good. The girl who'd left Naples to party her way round the world - and it had taken her ten years to come home. Was she really going to exchange la dolce vita for one of sheer hard work to turn the business around?

From what his sources in London had said, Dante was pretty sure that all Carenza Tonielli was interested in was having enough money to buy herself a new designer outfit for every party she attended, drink the very best champagne, and drive the very latest sports car.

None of which she'd be able to do, given the state Tonielli's was in right now.

Well, he wouldn't cheat her. He'd give her a fair price, the same as he'd offered her grandfather. She'd get the cash she needed to finance her lifestyle, and he'd get a brand name that would help make his business grow. It was the perfect win-win situation for both of them. And hopefully she'd see that, too.

'I was negotiating a deal with your grandfather. To buy out Tonielli's,' he said.


'So, since he's handed the reins over to you, I assume that you're the one I need to negotiate with now.'

She looked at him. 'I think there's been some kind of mistake.'

He blinked. 'You're not in charge of Tonielli's?'

'Oh, I'm in charge, all right.' She folded her arms. 'But the business isn't for sale.'


He looked shocked. As well he might - a shark in a business suit, who'd planned to buy her grandfather's ice cream empire at a rock-bottom price.

A handsome shark - Carenza would give him that - with dark hair brushed back from his face, a generous mouth and beautiful dark eyes. A sexy shark, even. But he was still a shark. And she wasn't selling. Not to him, not to anyone.

'You're going to run Tonielli's?' he asked.

Carenza had seen that incredulous expression before. On her new boss's face, when she'd made a suggestion about running the gallery. Just before she'd walked out; no way could she work with someone who treated her like an airhead, incapable of doing anything other than giggling, answering the phone and painting her nails. And it needled her that this man - a man she'd never even met before - clearly also thought that she was an airhead. Why wouldn't he take her seriously?

Because she was blonde?

Or because she was a woman and Dante Romano was an Italian man, incredibly chauvinistic and still stuck in the attitudes of the nineteen fifties?

'I'm going to run it,' she said, keeping her voice ice-cool.

He leaned back in his chair. 'How?'

She lifted her chin and narrowed her eyes at him. 'Don't be insulting.'

'Signorina Tonielli, you have no experience and the business is in a mess,' he said quietly. 'It needs turning around - and I have the knowledge and the staff to do that.'

He was bluffing, she was sure. Things weren't that bad. She shrugged. 'There's a recession on. Everyone's feeling the bite.'

'The business is in trouble, and I think it's more than just the recession. And you don't have the experience or the staff to fix things.'

'Signor Romano, you know nothing about me.' She folded her arms. 'You're assuming that I'm not capable of running the business my family started five generations ago.'

'Not just running it. Taking it out of the red and moving it into this century.'

Red. Exactly what she was seeing, right now, after his smug, pompous remarks. 'You think I'm too stupid to do that?'

'Too inexperienced,' he corrected.

'And what makes you think I'm inexperienced?' she shot back.

And then she realised what she'd said. How it could be interpreted. Especially as his gaze travelled over her very, very slowly, from the top of her head down to desk level - and then all the way back again. Assessing her. Appraising her. And he clearly liked what he saw.

To her mortification, she felt the colour seep into her cheeks.

Anyone would think she was sixteen, not twenty-eight. Sixteen, and experiencing her very first interested look from a man.

If Dante Romano had looked at her like that when she was sixteen, she would've been a complete puddle of hormones. As it was, her body was already reacting, and she was very glad she'd worn a business suit; the thick material of her jacket would hide the fact that her nipples were hardening.

This was so inappropriate, it was untrue. This was business. She shouldn't even be thinking about sex. A year ago, she would've done more than just think about it. But she was putting that part of her life behind her now. She had the chance to start all over again.

Then he spoke, and it was as if he'd thrown a bucket of icy water over her. 'Have you ever done a real day's work in your life?'

What? For a moment, she was too surprised and angry to speak. He thought she was the kind of woman who did nothing but party and live off the allowance her grandfather gave her? OK, she'd admit that it had been true enough, ten years ago. But she'd grown up a lot since then. And, until Amy had retired through ill health and sold the gallery, Carenza had most definitely had a job in London. She'd worked damned hard at it.

Striving to keep her voice cool, not wanting him to know how near she was to throwing her glass of water in his face, she drawled, 'As a matter of fact, I have.'

'In an art gallery.'

He knew that? Well, of course. If you were planning to buy out a business, you'd want to know exactly what you were getting for your money. He'd obviously done his research on the business - and on her. Except he hadn't done it thoroughly enough, or he'd know that she was back for good and she wasn't planning to sell.

In the second before he masked his expression, Carenza could see exactly what he thought. That her job in the art gallery wasn't a real job - that it was a cushy number for a pampered girl from a wealthy family. That was what the new gallery owner had thought, too. And it wasn't true. She lifted her chin. 'All businesses are run the same way.'

'Are they, now.' It wasn't a question.

He clearly believed she wasn't up to running Tonielli's. Well, he'd find out the hard way that he was wrong. She was going to do this. More than that, she was going to do this well.

'I don't think we have anything more to say to each other, Signor Romano.' She stood up. 'Thank you for the drink of water. Good morning.' And she walked out of his office with her head held high.

From the book A Moment on the Lips by Kate Hardy.

Harlequin Mills & Boon Modern Romance
Publication Date: October 2011
ISBN: 9780263883985
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From Romantic Times:

Passion heats up quickly … but this is an otherwise refreshing and intelligently written story.

From Cataromance:

Dante had initially written off Carenza as a self-obsessed party girl who cared more about shoes than her grandparents, but the more time he spends with her, the more he realizes that Carenza has got hidden depth. A steamy affair quickly ensues, however, Dante makes it perfectly clear that although he is deeply attracted to Carenza, a future together is out of the question. But will Carenza manage to change his mind? Kate Hardy couldn’t write a bad book if she tried! A Moment on the Lips is a fabulous tale of past secrets, searing emotions and red-hot passion, imbued with all the charm, warmth and sensitivity that readers have come to expect from this award-winning author. I adored feisty, loyal and fun-loving Carenza and sexy Dante is sure to make readers’ pulses race! As delicious as the finest Neapolitan ice cream, A Moment on the Lips is another unmissable treat from the talented Kate Hardy!

From The Good, the Bad and the Unread:

Kate Hardy is a great writer. Her style is easy to read but deceptively clever, so you don’t notice it until you think, "Hey, that’s good." She brings her characters to life, and they’re not cut out of cardboard. They have characteristics and traits that make them determinedly individual. I always know I’m in for a great read when I pick up a Kate Hardy book. A Moment on the Lips is no different. . . Once the misunderstandings of the first part of the book are swiftly cleared up, and glory be, they actually sit down and talk about it – Dante agrees to mentor Carenza and they set out on the wild journey that will lead to their happy ending. . . Read this for a charming love story that hits the spots well.

What they’re saying on e-Harlequin

Kate Hardy has written a fun, engrossing and fascinating story that kept my interest from the first page. I felt I also walked through the streets of Paris and Italy with Carenza and Dante as the environmental details were very realistic. The vivid imaginary of their surroundings was astounding.

Kate Hardy has written such a rich and romantic category romance, Italy, Paris, a sexy Italian with a tempting heroine. The ending had me sitting on the edge of my seat because what Carenza discovered about the family business and who was responsible for the skimming. Also would they get a chance at love because Dante had issues due to his childhood and could he get past it?

From Amazon:

The setting here is just magical - showing a real understanding, knowledge, and empathy for Italy - and the hero and heroine are both likeable, and exasperating - but in a good way - by turns so you find yourself desperately wanting them to forget the hurt that life has inflicted on them, and to find the love they both deserve. The dialogue is warm, witty, and utterly believable, and the twists and turns in the plot are faultless.

pacy and well written; with each page the romance between the hot blooded Dante and his Princess develops. Add to that: ice cream,a fabulous setting (Italy)an alpha male and a feisty heroine and the recipe for romance is complete. Go and enjoy


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