A Different Kind of Love (BWWM Romance)

By Kimolisa Mings

Every story has a beginning and here we have four beginning of four novellas

THE MILLIONAIRE & THE GENTLEMAN
Reuniting with her childhood friend, Nia Armstrong discovers in Andy Smith everything she wants in a man. But Andy has a secret, more like a few and when Nia discovers what they are, can she look past them to see Andy as the man she had fallen in love with?

INTEGRATION
In a galaxy divided by race, can a black doctor looking for a cure allow herself to give into her attraction to a white ambassador who's missions takes him beyond their stars?

LOVING THE WRONG MAN
When faced with temptation, will the good wife, Amanda Jones, give in to it. Even when she discovers that her marriage is not what she thought it was, will she fall for the charms of playboy, Maxwell Whitfield. Especially when he gives her what her husband can never give.

I DO... NOT
After ending a short lived engagement, Alexa Marsh embarks on the single life, but this too is short lived when she meets not one but two men who may be Mr. Right. Unable to choose, the choice may be taken away from her, forcing Alexa to face the truth about herself.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimolisa Mings
• Release date: Jan 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386420699

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A DIFFERENT KIND OF LOVE

KIMOLISA MINGS

A DIFFERENT KIND OF LOVE

Copyright 2018 Kimolisa Mings

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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously, and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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By Kimolisa Mings

Short Stories

Martine

Novellas

The Millionaire & The Gentleman

Loving The Wrong Man

Novel

I Do... Not

Lovers + Friends Series

More Than Friends

Just Friends

Yesterday's Gone

Tomorrow's End

Integration

Integration

Oration

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To you, the reader.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

THE MILLIONAIRE & THE GENTLEMAN

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

INTEGRATION

C|1

C|2

C|3

C|4

C|5

C|6

C|7

LOVING THE WRONG MAN

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

I DO... NOT

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

About The Author

THE MILLIONAIRE

&

THE GENTLEMAN

Are His Secrets More Than She Can Handle?

Nia Armstrong, the founder of a growing beauty empire, is a self made millionaire, but her success in business does not translate over to her love life. Returning home to attend her beloved grandmother’s funeral, she is reunited with her childhood friend who as grown into everything Nia is looking for in a man.

The Gentleman has a secret, more like a few.

After much hesitation, Andy Smith agrees to join Nia as she travels through Europe acquiring new customers for her beauty lines. As they get to know each other, Andy refuses to share what he has been doing since graduating from college. What could he possibly be hiding? Will uncovering his secrets turn the elusive Andy Smith into Mr. Wrong?

When Nia discovers Andy’s secrets, can she look past what he is for who he really is, the man who loves her and who she loves...

One

Excuse me, Miss, the flight attendant leaned over a dark skinned woman who was bent over her lowered table. You are going to have to put those away.

With cell phone to her ear, Nia Armstrong looked up from her tablet. Hmm? it was only then that she noticed that the plane was taxiing to the end of the runway, and the final preparations for take off were under way.

Oh, yeah, of course, she said to the flight attendant. Then addressed her assistant on the other end of the phone call, Kris, I've got to go. I'll talk to you when I land, but have Accounts run through the numbers and I'll make my decision once I see the new numbers.

After receiving an affirmative, Nia disconnected the call, turned off her devices and stowed them away. It was going to be a long flight, but as soon as she could, she would be pulling out her laptop to work on the presentation for her trip to Europe. Sitting back in the leather covered seat of business class, she looked out the window as the plane began to hurtle down the runway, the view of John F. Kennedy International Airport becoming a blur as the engines roared.

Yes, Nia could have chartered a plane to fly home for Grandma Cora's funeral but she preferred to travel commercial. It gave her the opportunity to view her customers as they went about their business in their natural settings as opposed to numbers and graphs. She would be sitting at the gate, watching women interact with their friends and/or family and would grow her understanding of how they lived.

It's nice in here, isn't it? Nia turned to the person sitting across the aisle. An elderly woman with olive complexion, her white hair neatly tucked away in a bun and a warm, nervous smile on her lips.

Yes, it is, Nia replied over the engines as the plane leaped into the gray sky.

This is the first time I'm flying business class, the older woman admitted. Always passed it to go back there, she tilted her head in the direction of coach. But my son insisted that I fly up here when I come out to visit him.

That's nice of him, Nia said.

He says it's the least he could do, because if it weren't for his father and me, he wouldn't be where he is today, she said. Adding with chuckle, And trust me, it wasn't easy, Michael was a handful, but we raised him up right and now he can cart his Momma around in business class.

Nia smiled at the obvious pride the woman had in her son. Although she was polite and attentive, she wanted to get to work. The pilot had given the passengers permission to use their devices and the crew were busying themselves around the cabin.

I'm sorry, I'm Catherina Musso, the old woman continued. What is your name?

Recognizing that Mrs. Musso was the talkative sort, Nia resigned herself to a conversation that may take up the whole trip from New York to Kansas.

"Nia, Nia Armstrong, she replied.

What do you do? The question was expected.

I am the founder and CEO of NIA, a beauty line for women of color. This was Nia's go to response. Normally, she would get one of two responses. One would be recognition of her growing brand. This came from people who had heard of the line or actual customers. The other reaction would be a polite smile, something that translated to Oh, that's nice. What the people in the second camp didn't know was her company was a multi-million dollar company with aims of being listed on the New York Stock Exchange.

For some reason this didn't impress many people, but it was quite an achievement. All starting out with Grandma Cora's recipe for a hair butter.

With a polite smile, Mrs. Musso asked the dreaded questions, Are you married, dear? and Do you have any kids? Both of which received a no from Nia.

With a knowing nod, the older woman said, Too busy with your career, but don't wait too long. You don't want to end up alone in your old age. Mr. Musso and I had been together for 53 years and when he went to be with the Lord, my sons were there to make sure I was taken care of.

Returning the woman's smile, Nia said nothing. It wasn't the first time she had heard something like this and she knew it wouldn't be the last time during her week in Lambert, Kansas. Perhaps, it was best she got the first taste of what to expect, she was sure to hear it from her extended family, especially as Nia was her mother's only child.

The prospect of being under her mother's roof made Nia cringe inwardly. Yolanda Armstrong was not going to make her daughter's time back home an enjoyable one.

Two

All you've got to say for yourself is revenues are up in the last quarter and are projected to go higher, Yolanda Armstrong was in mid-rant as she stacked dishes from the night before when most of the family had come to visit. Nia, when people ask you how you're doing, they are not asking for a financial report on your company. They're asking how you are doing. Emphasis on you was like a teacher underlining the word with red ink.

Apart from her mother's biting monologue on the shortcomings of Nia's life, it was a beautiful Autumn morning. The sun lit up the recently remodeled kitchen that still had the memories of Nia's childhood haunting the nooks and crannies. There was the space she had inhabited when she scraped off half the skin of her right hip all in the name of a dare. Her mother scolded her as she