A review by theeditorreads
Desterrada del paraíso by Bella Frances

3.0

Coral Dahl, a twenty-four-year-old rookie photographer, is on her way to the Island of Hydros with a team of professionals from Heavenly magazine to photograph Salvatore Di Visconti - heir apparent of Argento Cruise Line - and his fiancée, Kyla.

Raffaele (Raffa) Rossini, CEO of Romano Publishing empire, and brother of Salvatore, is also there, as their chaperone. It's his magazine, after all. How they came to be brothers is quite another story, they are of the same age.

This is my first [a:Bella Frances|8385726|Bella Frances|https://s.gr-assets.com/assets/nophoto/user/u_50x66-632230dc9882b4352d753eedf9396530.png] read. Ooof... Her descriptions.
But the slow nod of his head as he checked them all out was like a caress. His voice, when he spoke, an embrace.

He dreams about seducing her, all the while thinking that she reminds him of someone. And he also jumps her, which was just ugh... And it can't get more twisted than Carol's senior, Mariella, being Raffa's ex, and all three working together.

The sex scenes are erotic. But Salvatore had to ruin everything, he is always clinging to Raffa.
Salvatore’s voice was carrying through the house, bouncing off the marble and echoing on every wall and surface. Splitting Raffaele’s head open with his venom. His uncontrollable jealous poison.

After knowing what Salvatore had to tell him about Coral, Raffa removed her from the island and his life, after a single session of shower sex, even though it was killing him to do it (removing her, I mean).

There is a six-month jump in the storyline (that explains and goes well with the cover!). After investigating the entire issue, Raffaele is disappointed at the man Giancarlo Di Visconti had been, and the person Salvatore is, protecting only his millions and caring about nothing else.
Because the indolence and deceit he so despised in others were choking him now.

I felt so sad for Coral.
But that was never to be, and now that she knew who her father was she felt utterly isolated, completely unwanted. Lost. She felt lost.

It was all too cold, always talking about the estate, and business, and finances. Always the talk of inheritance made the chemistry go away between the main characters.

The heroine sure had guts to stand on her own two feet and the insistence. She's not one of Harlequin's typical doormats, but then, neither of the main characters were endearing. And it all started from somewhere in the latter half of the story.