Rose was the love of Joe’s life. He always knew that.


But what do you do when you lose the love of your life? What if you know the top doctor you hired to save the love of your life is in fact to blame for her death?


Joe goes searching for the doctor, for answers, for closure, for revenge.


While driving through Colorado, just before Christmas, a severe snowstorm halts his search and he must take refuge in a motel in the middle of nowhere.


In a strange twist of fate, whilst marooned there, he gets talking, and closer than he ever expected he could after three years of mourning, to the beautiful young owner Cheryl.


But Cheryl, like Joe, has baggage and secrets. Can their blossoming love match up to Knowing Rose?



This first romance novel by Kristin H. Richards is an emotional rollercoaster ride of a book that will move and bring a tear to the eye of even the coldest heart.


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Knowing Rose was the best thing that had happened to me but losing her was the worst thing that could ever befall me.

I had grieved over her for two years and one month, I had immersed myself into work over that time and tried my hardest to live as normal a life as I possibly could but I could never forgive Dr. McKnight for her mistake.

Rose died because the doctor was too late to see that Rose’s heart rate was dropping too fast.


One day I was on my way to work when I began to think about everything, for the millionth time I turned it over in my mind; I got so mad that when I walked into work I walked straight into my boss’s office and told him that I needed to take a few weeks off work.


I needed to find that doctor.

I’d heard that she wasn’t working as a doctor anymore after Rose’s death but that didn’t change a thing for me, I still wanted her to know about my pain and suffering.

I’d managed to gather all the information I could on her. I got her home town and the school she graduated from as a surgeon.

I packed my bag and locked my front door; talked to my neighbors and asked them to keep an eye on my house because I wasn’t sure when I would be back.

I had no idea where I was going but I was starting with her home town in Wyoming.

I drove away with one thing in mind and that was to find Brenda.

I had been driving for about sixteen hours straight when I saw that I was almost one hour away from Colorado.

I realized that I was driving into the beginning of a snowstorm.

I felt that my eyes were getting very heavy so as soon as I saw a Motel sign I drove that way but it was only one week until Christmas so I was praying that it wasn’t fully booked.


I saw that the lights were on so I walked in and rang the bell on the front desk. This young woman came running from the hall, dressed in bright red dress. She looked just like one of the guests so I asked her if she knew where the receptionist was?


Her blue eyes, big smile and warm voice gave me butterflies in my stomach that I hadn’t felt in years when she said, “Yes I’m her, I mean I work here.”

I couldn’t help smiling, she was around my age; mid-thirties, with long light brown hair.

I asked her if she had any available rooms?


At that moment, on the radio there was a severe snow storm warning for the next three days.

I looked at her, grinned and said, “best make that for the next three days?”


She handed me a key and said, “Welcome to the Sky Motel, I hope your stay here will be enjoyable.”