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These reviews are just our opinions! We like to share what we think. It doesn't mean you have to listen to us, but if you're here take a look.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger147125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380184330297448629.post-59723032339077286922015-09-04T10:09:00.001-06:002015-09-04T10:15:02.312-06:00New Release, something fun!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Author Sara Barnard brings us a new twist to an American Classic. Old Amarillo~Amish Journeys #1<br />
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<span style="background: clear;">Upon returning
from her<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>Rumspringa</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>in New York City, Katie Knepp is
certain of her need to remain Amish. However, the memories of her newfound
independence have left her thirsting for more adventure than can be found on
her family’s farm in Gasthof Village, Indiana. After praying for guidance she
remembers a conversation about a bee-keeping Mennonite settlement in the wilds
of west Texas and the tugging of her heartstrings almost makes the decision for
her. Leaving her parents proved hard enough, but leaving her twin sister Annie
and hopeful fiancé Peter Wagler made getting out of Indiana almost impossible.
Katie learns all too early in her journey that the trail to Texas is a rough
one, laced with barbed wire fences that stretch for miles, railroads that
attract would-be could-be bandits, and a drought so severe that even turning
back isn’t an option</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span class="il"><span style="background: clear;">Old</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: clear;"> </span></span><span class="il"><span style="background: clear;">Amarillo</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: clear;"> </span></span><span style="background: clear;">is Sara’s second Amish work and seventh
novel over all. Her previous publications include the<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>Everlasting Heart</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>series:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><u>A Heart on Hold</u>,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><u>A Heart Broken</u>,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><u>A Heart at Home</u>, and<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><u>A Heart Forever Wild</u>—all of which were best sellers on
Amazon.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><u>A Heart on Hold</u><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>was a finalist for the 2012 Romance
Novel Excellence award in Historical Romantic Fiction.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><u>Rebekah’s Quilt</u>, Sara’s first
Amish novel, has been her best-selling book overall and was a contender for the
2013 RONE award in Inspirational Fiction. All of these titles are from 5 Prince
Publishing. I also have a western series for middle grade readers from Prairie
Rose Publications titled<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>The
Saga of Indian Em’ly </i>as well as a stand-alone Christian Western titled<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><u>The Calling</u>.<span class="apple-converted-space"><i> </i></span>I am a member of the Western
Writers of America and the Western Fictioneers. When I am not being a mother to
my four wonderfully diverse children, wife to my Army Infantry veteran husband,
working toward my Master’s Degree in Wildlife Conservation, or rescuing our
next potential fur-baby, I spend my days teaching 6<sup>th</sup><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>grade Social Studies, Reading, and
Writing.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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re-entering her professional life in the midst of the biggest project of her
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Gates McCall is a brash man. He hasn’t always been this way,
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Railyn Stone
hails from the Tar Heel State and is a romantic at heart. She believes you can
find romance in the simplest aspects of life and enjoys letting her imagination
run wild. Trying new restaurants, listening to music, playing golf and writing
over the top stories about ordinary people are the hobbies she cherishes most.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Twitter: @railynwrites<o:p></o:p></div>
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Facebook: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/railynst">www.facebook.com/railynst</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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walked briskly down the hallway to her boss’s</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif;"> office. She wasn’t quite sure why Antony wanted to see her
first thing this morning, but she knew it must be pretty important for him to
leave her a voice mail before she was scheduled to be in the office. She paused
at the door, smoothed her black pencil skirt and straightened the collar on her
cobalt satin blouse. Peering into the edge of the chrome frame hanging outside
the beveled glass door she checked her teeth for any remnants of her breakfast
before knocking softly and turning the knob. </span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif;">Antony, you wanted to see me?” Stepping
into the beautifully decorated office, she fully expected to see Antony sitting
behind the huge mahogany desk he’d purchased on his last trip to Brazil and typing
away on the antiquated <i>Royal</i>
typewriter he refused to give up. Instead, she froze in her tracks and held
onto the brass doorknob as she came face to face with her ex-fiancé, Gates
McCall, one of the biggest names in real estate development on the East Coast.
Her breath caught in her throat as he and Antony both stood from their seats to
greet her. “Gates? What…what’re you doing here?” She wanted to move, but her
feet felt like anchors and her heels sunk deeper into the plush burgundy carpet
affixing her to the floor.</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif;">I like personally checking in on my
investments.” She watched a slow sly grin grace his majestically tanned perfect
face. He was still as handsome as ever and time had done nothing but enhance
his appearance. He stood tall and commanding and the expensive suit he wore
hung on his frame as if the designer had him in mind when he drew the sketch.
Every dark hair on his head knew its place and she sucked in a breath as his brooding
hazel eyes, curtained by dark thick lashes, locked on hers.</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She
licked her parched pouty lips and heard her own voice betray her as it squeaked
out. </span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif;">“Your investment?”</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif;">Ah, yes, Sloane, I’m glad you’re here.
McCall International has purchased Boston Developers and Mr. McCall took time
out of his busy schedule to personally stop in to visit our Foundation. They’re
going to hold a meeting for all of the companies that were working with Boston
to let them know the status of their projects. But, I wasn’t aware you two knew
one another.” Sloane broke her intense gaze with Gates to turn a bewildered look
towards her jovial employer as he walked around his desk.</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif;">We uh…” Still shocked by Gates’ presence, Sloane
scrambled to think of exactly what to say to Antony. It wasn’t like she could
just broadcast to her boss she was once engaged to the man who would determine
if their project would be built or not. Nor could she reveal she’d kept Gates’ nearly
nine month-old son, Brayden, a secret from him. In a matter of seconds, the
carefully crafted life she’d orchestrated was hitting a sour note. Here she
stood in front of a man she had once loved more than life, but with no way to
reveal the truth that could easily destroy her entire world. </span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif;">Yes, Antony, I know Sloane.” Sloane
diverted her vision to look at anything other than Gates. Her eyes traveled
from the exquisite tapestries hanging on the wall Antony and his wife, Isabella,
brought back from their trip to France, to the family photos lining the
mahogany shelves behind his desk. However, nothing worked and she found her
eyes sweeping back to his indomitable frame. Gates was magnificent and it was
taking everything in her not to crumble under his glare. “We have a few mutual
friends.” His cool demeanor and statement slashed her soul. In all honesty, he
had no reason to feel anything for her anymore after she’d walked out on him. But
his quick dismissal of their relationship cut her to the quick like it hadn’t
mattered at all. </span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07664173885500408895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380184330297448629.post-83303280014408527672015-05-07T11:00:00.000-06:002015-05-07T11:03:28.547-06:00I love a good deal, but this is crazy! This is a GREAT deal!!!!!<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
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Olivia Norton was born with a gift—a gift heaven has
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upside-down when two handsome strangers, Max and Liam, step into her life.
Olivia soon discovers that her ‘Mr. Perfect’ is actually a perfect nightmare. ~~~Until
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Three years after losing the love of her life, Olivia
Norton refuses to continue living in the shadows of what will never be. But how
can she marry another when her guardian angel still holds her heart? ~~~Shades
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<i>She’s captured the hearts of Heaven and Hell…</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Betrayed by her true love, Olivia cannot let go of the
angel her mind no longer remembers, but her heart refuses to forget. In an
attempt to reclaim her broken life, she is determined to unearth her past, but
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<i>All have sacrificed, but one will sacrifice all…</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Just when Olivia thought she’d finally have everything
she always wanted, she was never closer to losing it all. Haden rocked Olivia’s
foundation when he professed his love for her, and then turned himself in to
the High Court. Although it was for the best, watching him walk out of her life
was one of the hardest things she’d ever done. <o:p></o:p></div>
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all their lives crashing back together again. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Bitter enemies in love with the same woman, Liam and
Haden must put their differences aside to battle an evil whose reach is far
greater than either of them ever imagined. It will take all their strength to
protect Olivia from an enemy that’s come to claim her and usher in a power-play
to overthrow the High Court. <o:p></o:p></div>
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before it breaks? </span>Most women would carry on with their lives after being thrust into
widowhood, but not Charlotte Adamsland. Upon learning that her husband, Captain
Sanderson Redding, was killed in a botched escape from a Confederate prison in
Illinois, she clings to his promise to return to her no matter what, and
quickly heads north through a war-ravaged country with only her faith in God
and her beloved horse to bring her Sanderson home - one way or another. After t<span style="color: #333333; font-size: 10.5pt;">he war is
over and Sanderson is home, life is good ... until the Army comes knocking with
a bloody ultimatum where Sanderson's freedom hangs in tandem with a
man's life while Charlotte is left home, shattered with worry and left to
handle a rash of rabies that threatens the entire countryside -- Sanderson
included. </span>Can
a love already tested to the limit survive on the trail to California as the
peace Sanderson is trying to bridge between the Army and the Snake River
Indians begins to fall apart and more importantly, when when all of their
dreams come true, will Sanderson and Charlotte still have what started it all –
their everlasting love? </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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the unfortunate passing of his wife, a visit from his wife’s spirit and soul,
in Soul Awakening, Book I of The Dacque Chronicles, propels Dacque’s entire
future in a new direction. Like most of us, he had never given much thought to
survival of souls after the death of our bodies, but the visit from the spirit
of his beloved caused him to commence a thorough investigation into survival of
souls and their reincarnation in the future. Dacque’s education did not stop
there. With his new-found understanding of souls and his natural Good Samaritan
instincts, the Heavenly Powers enlisted his services to assist them in guiding lost
souls and misguided individuals in their intended direction. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Guides to locate the earthbound spirit of a child and assist it to finally pass
over to join its awaiting family members. Dacque eventually discovers that this
assignment was not just an assignment, and the earthbound spirit was a close
associate of his in a previous lifetime. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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recently murdered acquaintance to assist in bringing the murderer to justice. This
is no simple task as the victim met his demise from a vicious blow to the back
of his head and did not see his murderer. The real fun comes in trying to
convince the local police to allow the spirit and soul of the murder victim to
assist in their investigation of the murder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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where individuals associated with the murder victim are educated in the
relationship of Karma and the reincarnation of groups of souls together in more
than one lifetime. Have you ever wondered how total strangers can be thrown
together and eventually become devoted friends or family members? It is all
tied into Karma and the reincarnation of groups of souls together in a number
of lifetimes until their Karmic connections are fulfilled. Curious? Let Dacque
LaRose be your guide.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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temptation a week later and they begin an intense and passionate love affair.
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like doing. After deciding that she couldn’t put up with her unfaithful husband
any longer, she leaves him for smooth-talking artist and professor, Damien Johnson – but she soon learns she’s swapped
one liar for another and beats a hasty retreat … only to become entangled with
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each other for thirty five years. Not since Beth gave Denizon up for adoption
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lives and loves along the way – from the stormy relationship between Beth and
her husband to Denizon’s quest for true happiness and real love.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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out in the final chapter of the “How to …” series of books.~<o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">How to Have a Happy
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Digital ISBN 13:<span style="color: #666666; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> 978-1-63112-104-3</span>ISBN 10: <span style="color: #666666; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">1631121049</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Scottish psychologist Doctor Kelly Ann Darrow loves her career and has
never permitted her feelings to impact her professionalism, but when biker
Cameron Iss arrives in her care, she finds herself inexplicably drawn to the
unconscious man. His tattoos and the mysterious circumstances of his arrival
intrigue her to distraction.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cameron Iss awakes in a strange country with no memory of how he got
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violent past and his connection with a motorcycle club in America, the element
of danger both excites and frightens Kelly, and nothing can douse the erotic
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Lissa is a tattoo loving, happily married author with a soft spot for rock and
indie music and men with beards. </span><span style="color: #626262; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
The alter ego for bestselling
contemporary romance author Lisa J Hobman, she decided to try her hand at a new
genre two years on from publishing her debut. The pen name Lissa Jay was chosen
to keep her genres separate and Bad Company was born. This is her first erotic
novel and is part of a series.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I watched him
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I’d been doing
the same thing for the past week since he was brought in. And with each passing
day, my oh-so-unprofessional want for him grew more familiar. His natural,
musky, masculine scent infiltrated my senses and I inhaled it deeply, closing
my eyes and pulling it. Memorising it. I opened my eyes and trailed my gaze
over his features yet again. Such a handsome face. Dark brown, tousled hair and
more than a week’s worth of beard growth. I wondered if he was usually clean
shaven—although he really did suit the stubble. What would it feel like to run
my tongue along his angular jaw line? Trembling, I shook my head to dislodge
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Annie, one of his
ICU nurses, had told me that he had the brightest blue eyes she’d ever seen.
She only knew that from the times she’d
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All I knew about
him on a personal level was that his name was possibly Cameron Iss. And that was only if the note they’d found
with him was actually written by him. My job—when he eventually awoke from his
coma—was to find out why he’d
tried to take his own life. As a woman, I ached to think of the torment he may
have gone through to end up in my care. As a newly qualified psychologist, I
was looking forward, in a macabre way, to getting inside his head. He would be
my first suicide-attempt case. I glanced down to the panic alarm hooked onto my
waistband to ensure it was still there. It was one of the things I’d been
informed I should keep with me at all times
for my own protection—some patients were known to get a little out of hand. Not
that I needed it at that precise moment, but it was always better to be prepared.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The machines
around my patient flashed and bleeped. But he lay still. After observing the
scar on his forehead, I allowed my gaze to journey to where his long lashes
fanned out on his pale, bruised features. Continuing to map his face, I made
myself study the NG feeding tube with its medical tape holding it in place on
his cheek and then settled my attention on his full mouth. He had those
kissable, full lips… well, they would’ve been if they weren’t distorted by the
ventilator tube hanging from them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But he was
probably the most handsome—no… handsome just didn’t cut it—he was the most stunning, sexy, and sculpted man I could ever recall
encountering in all my adult years. Fine lines caused an indentation between
his strong brows, indicating to me that he was someone who frowned a lot.
Perhaps he was uber serious. Stern. Harsh even. The thought excited me and sent
shivers of electricity down my spine. He was dangerous, that much I could tell.
The epitome of masculinity. Let’s get to the point here, he was the most gorgeous guy I’d ever laid eyes on. I chewed on my
lip. As a jolt of sensation throbbed at my clit, I inhaled sharply. Just
thinking about what he might be like had me pulsating and needy. But it was
wrong and I knew it. Bloody typical—he was in a coma and unattainable thanks to
my professional code of ethics.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I sat there a
little longer, tablet in hand. I hadn’t really focused on the patient record on
the screen, and the tablet had gone into sleep mode—just like Cameron. Despite
my state of heightened sexual awareness, exhaustion—both mental and
physical—was taking its toll on me too. I could’ve just sat in my office, but
the view wasn’t quite as good in there. Don’t get me wrong, the view from my
office in the North Kessock hospital window overlooked the beautiful Kessock
Bridge with Inverness in the distance. And although I couldn’t see it from my
south-facing view, I knew the Black Isle unfolded behind me, and I loved that
place. From my office window I could see the sun glinting on the Beauly Firth
and watch the boats as they tootled by on the calm estuary waters heading out
to sea. But… well, Mr Iss was heart meltingly gorgeous and was rapidly becoming
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covering his arms offered enigmatic clues into his life—possibly. I’d examined
them for hours, wondering what they all meant, if anything. Maybe he was just
one of those guys who liked ink. But maybe there was some deeper meaning to the
numbers, words, and pictures beautifully marking the man’s otherwise perfect
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One in particular
grabbed my attention. It was the word Cosmic in ornate script on his forearm. Strange choice. The word was
surrounded by stars, and a sultry woman with green eyes and long auburn hair,
not unlike my own, was draped across it as if it were a bed. Some tattoos I’d
seen before depicted women as slutty, half naked and big breasted, mere objects
to be ogled, but this one was very tasteful. Yet it was out of character with
the dark, foreboding images that covered his arms. There were some intricate
tribal tattoos too that were really quite beautiful if you liked that kind of
thing—which I never had… until I started imagining the bold ripple of ink over
his muscles as he pushed himself into my flesh.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Judging by the
numerous markings he carried on these relatively small areas of visible skin, I
was pretty sure he had more ink on the rest of his body. Annie—lucky thing—had
the job of bathing him, but it would be completely unprofessional of me to ask
such questions about a patient, and so I continued to use my vivid imagination.
It’s a good thing that my superiors were only psychiatrists and not mind
readers, or I’d be fired on the spot.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was clearly sex
starved.<o:p></o:p></div>
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At twenty-six
years old I was beginning to wonder if I would ever meet someone who could make
me really feel. I wanted
someone lucid to affect me in the way the oblivious man before me was affecting
me. Someone intense, fierce, dangerous, carnal. Someone who would take control
of my body as well as my heart. My last so-called relationship had been with my
university boyfriend, Dermott, but he was never going to be the one. The thing between us had
ended on quite good terms, considering they had in fact ended.
We met at med school and no one understood the pressure I was under more than
he did. Ironic that it just didn’t work out between us, really. We’d kept in
touch and occasionally went out for drinks and ended up in bed together at the
end of the night. Call us what you will… friends with benefits… fuck buddies…
stupid; I’ve called myself a lot worse. The point is, whatever we may be isn’t
distracting me from what’s important.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The last few
years had been taken up with studying, placements, exams, and more studying.
All work and no play certainly made Kelly Marie Darrow a dull girl. But I
hadn’t got to where I was by slacking off.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And for once, I
was determined to succeed for me. No longer were my efforts a vain attempt to
impress a father who’d left and a mother who slept around. This was my career.
My life. My independence.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I put down my
tablet and jotted a few professional observations in Mr Iss’s paper file. There
was nothing to report, really. He was still away with the fairies, and my
actual thoughts and observations wouldn’t help his case in any way whatsoever. Deciding I’d
wasted enough time in his room, I walked over to his bedside and glanced down
at the unconscious man. I wondered how he would feel when he awoke to find he
was still alive. Would he be angry? Would he be relieved? What was it about him
that touched me on such a personal level? Sighing heavily, I stroked the soft,
dark strands of hair back from his forehead; his skin was warm and silky to my
tentative fingertips. An overwhelming urge to kiss where I had touched him
tugged at my insides and I bent forward, inhaling that familiar scent again. My
heart skipped at the mere thought of my lips connecting with him, and the
tingle of desire began to tighten my core. I closed my eyes briefly and managed
to rein myself in at the last second. Stupid,
stupid Kelly. What were you thinking?<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Wake up soon…
please, Cameron,” I whispered before turning and leaving the room. As I closed
the door behind me I placed my palm over my thumping heart and wondered what
the hell was wrong with me for me to behave in such a way. But there was no
doubt about it. Even in his unconscious state he had some kind of hold over me.
Knowing that fact both terrified and excited me beyond anything I had ever
experienced.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Later that night
I arrived back home at my little house on the outskirts of Inverness and
wondered how the hell I’d got there. The fact that I didn’t remember walking
home was a little disconcerting. After clicking on the kettle, I shrugged out
of my coat and kicked off my ridiculously uncomfortable shoes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It had been a
strange day to say the least.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The appointments
I’d had were a mixed bag—nothing too complex, but I was exhausted nonetheless.
Cases of anxiety and OCD were so very interesting, and I relished the thought
of helping the people I worked with. Still, the stress of taking on board
someone else’s troubles was an occupational hazard, and although I was trained
to remain impartial, I couldn’t help but think outside of work about some of
the people I encountered. My mind refused to switch off, and I hoped that this
was only a new-doctor issue.
But I somehow doubted that.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My eyes were
heavy, and every muscle in my body ached as if I’d done a workout with ten-kilo
kettle bells. Once my camomile tea was made, I picked up the steaming mug of
calmness and slumped onto the sofa. Placing my drink on the coffee table, I
rubbed at my tired, sore feet and mentally chastised myself—why I’d chosen
three-inch heels today was beyond me. Many hours after that rash decision, and
my feet were protesting vehemently. No woman in her right mind would wear such
inappropriate footwear when she spent a good deal of time standing and walking
around a sprawling hospital. Thinking back to the morning when I’d dressed, I
realised I must’ve done so in a daze—or more to the point, a kind of
Cameron-fuelled fog of lusty thoughts.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I reached over
and flicked on my iPod. I didn’t bother to look for a track I wanted to hear
and instead settled for random play. There were so many songs on there that I
had no clue what to expect. The intro to “Breathe You In” by Stabbing Westward
floated from the speakers and as I leaned back on the sofa my thoughts
travelled back to Cameron Iss. His case was so very intriguing. He’d been found
near Ben Nevis by a group of walkers and was wearing jeans, black T-shirt, and
a sleeveless black leather biker’s waistcoat that looked like a jacket with the
sleeves removed. He was slumped by a tree on a well-known walker’s trail. But
he certainly wasn’t dressed for walking, considering the October temperature. All
that was found with him was a suicide note and an iPod loaded full of what I
presumed to be his favourite songs, although I was yet to listen to it. It was
all rather peculiar and mysterious to say the least.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The note was
another conundrum. I’d read it so many times, looking for clues as to the guy’s
true identity, that I’d memorised it…<o:p></o:p></div>
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To whoever finds my body.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m sorry to do this to you. To cause you this upset. If I’d had any
other way, believe me I would’ve gone down that road.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But it’s all too much. I can’t go on like this anymore. There comes a
point in life where you just have to admit defeat. Admit that you’ve done all
you can. But that there are some things you just can’t make amends for. I’m
done trying now. Done with the pain. Done with the bad memories.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Please tell Rosa I’m sorry but I had no other choice. It’s my time,
that’s all.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cameron Iss<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was willing him
to wake up. I wanted to find out what had driven him to this. What situation
had occurred that made him feel he had ‘no other choice’?<o:p></o:p></div>
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And who was Rosa?<o:p></o:p></div>
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The phone rang.
Ugh! I just want to be left alone. Grabbing the receiver, I answered without
enthusiasm. “Hello?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Kelly? Kelly
it’s me. Look… I was wondering if you’d like to meet up for a drink maybe?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Dermott Irons—my
dirty little secret.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Handsome. Very
handsome. To describe him in one sentence… Well spoken, English, around six
two, clean shaven, dirty blond hair, and green eyes. He’d become a surgeon and,
at twenty-seven, was already doing very well for himself. The sex between us had
always been good, which is why I stayed in touch with him. I loved the release
that sex gave me and knew that I could trust Dermott with my body and my
safety. Neither of us had the time or inclination to invest in a relationship,
which made us quite compatible in a bizarre sort of way. But we both knew where
the arbitrary line in the sand was and we knew neither of us would choose to
cross it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Not again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hi, Dermott.
Sorry, I’m a little pushed out schedule-wise right now. Maybe some other time.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Come on, Kelly.
Surely you’ve got time for an old friend in between your crazies?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anger spiked
within me at his choice of words. No one, but no one insulted my patients.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Don’t call them
that, Dermott. I mean it. There’s no need to be such a fucking prick.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ah, there she
is. My feisty sex kitten. I was only winding you up, you know. I knew you’d
bite. Come on, it was a bit of fun, that’s all. What do you say about that
drink?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Arsehole,” I
mumbled down the line as I examined my shabby fingernails. “Like I said, I’m
busy.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You’re not busy
right now. I’m down the street at Johnny Foxes. Come for one drink. Just one?
Please?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I could tell he
was pouting and my resolve weakened. I couldn’t help but smile. The fact that I
hadn’t been out for such a long time and that deep down I knew it’d probably do
me good niggled at me. But I had to work the following day too.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sighing heavily,
I rolled my eyes. “One drink. Just one.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Great. See you
in ten.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I hung up and
finished my tea. There was no way I’d be seeing him in ten—I needed to shower and change. Dragging myself from the
comfort of my old couch, I trudged to the bathroom. The shower temperature was
permanently turned up as high as I could stand it, and I switched it to the on
position. Stripping out of my clothes, I caught sight of myself in the bathroom
mirror before the steam distorted the image. I looked tired. The dark circles
under my eyes were becoming a bit of a trademark. Maybe I was overdue a facial
and some pampering. My nails were definitely in need of some TLC.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I decided that a
call to my best friend, Esme, at some point soon was in order. She and I had
talked about trying out the new beauty salon in the town centre, and boy did I
need it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Once I was
showered and dried, I picked out a pair of dark jeans and a pretty
teal-coloured top with spaghetti straps. I quickly blasted my long auburn
tresses with the hair dryer and decided on a shaggy, can’t-be-arsed look. It
was only Dermott after all. He needed no encouragement where I was concerned.
But crazy as it sounds, he was a decent human being when he wasn’t trying to
get in my knickers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We sat in the pub
and one drink led to another… and then another. I should’ve known this of old.
My resolve was weak and I always gave in. Eventually, when I was feeling rather
tipsy and giggling like a teenager, we made our way back to my house. As soon
as we got through the front door, he pulled me into his body with one arm and
slipped the other hand inside the front of my jeans.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I know it’s late
and you have work, but hell, I want to fuck you,” he mumbled as he nuzzled at
my neck.<o:p></o:p></div>
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For a moment I
remembered Cameron Iss and almost backed away. But the code of ethics kicked in
and said Dermott was exactly what I needed in order to drive these
unprofessional thoughts from my mind. So I pulled Dermott closer.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Shivers travelled
down my spine, spiking at the junction of my thighs, and I moaned as he
continued his delicious assault; his fingers alternately circling my clit and
dipping into my entrance, making me wet. I tugged at his long sleeved T-shirt
and he released me long enough to let me remove it and discard it on the floor.
Smoothing my hands down his toned, muscular chest, my fingers found the buttons
on his jeans and I began to release them one by one. All inhibitions had gone
and I was in a desire-fuelled fog.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He slipped his
hands inside my top and freed my breasts from their lace covering, toying with
the sensitive flesh where it peaked, making me moan again at the sensations
taking over my body.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Stepping back, I
released myself from his grip and gazed into his lust-filled green eyes. “Come
with me,” I whispered as I took his hand and led him along the hallway and up
the stairs to my bedroom. Once inside I pulled off the teal top I was wearing
and watched as he slipped his jeans down his thick, strong thighs and stepped
out of them. He licked his lips and watched as I slipped my jeans and panties
from my body and unclasped my bra. He was devouring me with his gaze and I felt
dampness pool between my legs. I kicked my clothing aside and we stood there in
silence observing each other. Only the sound of our ragged breathing could be
heard. Anticipation hung heavily in the air.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Keeping my eyes
on his, I stepped backwards until my thighs hit the softness of my fake fur
throw. I lowered my body to the bed and lay on my back propped up on my elbows
and parted my thighs in a brazen invitation to him. His rigid cock flinched as
he prowled across the room and loomed over me. He dropped his knees to the bed
and his mouth found mine in an aggressive exchange that drew the breath from my
body, and as he entered me in one deep thrust, my head rolled back. He began to
move, and my eyes drifted closed as I relished the sensations he created. It
wasn’t long before the tension inside my pussy was building and I moved my hips
in perfect rhythm with his to find the friction I desperately needed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Slipping my hands
down his smooth skin, I grasped his tight arse and imagined the tattoos on his
bulky, muscular arms. His deep thrusts driving me toward my delicious release.
I trailed my nails down his back and tried to imagine the tattoos there too. He
sucked on my neck, and my nipples grazed against his chest, making me moan and
dig my nails into his firm flesh. Keeping my eyes closed, I could picture his
blue eyes peering down at me as he drove his cock deeper; his shaggy dark hair
falling forward as he ground his pubic bone into my clit.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I gasped and my
eyes sprang open as I realised what I was doing. I was imagining Cameron Iss.
Oh shit! In my mind, it was Cameron fucking me toward ecstasy, not Dermott.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I fixed my eyes
on Dermott in a bid to push the errant fantasy away, but as the pleasure built,
I could no longer fight the need and my eyelids fluttered closed. His mouth
closed around my nipple and he bit down lightly, causing the vivid images to
catch alight in me again. And as soon as that happened, it was Cameron Iss
above me and inside me once again. In my mind’s eye I watched Cameron’s jaw
tick as he clenched it, apparently fighting his own climax, ensuring my release
happened first.<o:p></o:p></div>
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One final thrust
hit my clit head-on, triggering the most wonderful shock waves throughout my
whole body. I cried out incoherently as I clung on to the shoulders of the man
inside of me, my pussy clenching around him in the most delicious way. He
growled his own orgasm and the thing that brought me back down to earth was the
cry of “Fucking sweetness!”
Dermott’s usual orgasm induced endearment. After a few moments of resting his
weight on top of me and catching his breath, he withdrew and left the room. I
heard water running in the bathroom as I sat, pulled the covers up over me and
drew my knees up to my chest. The inappropriateness of my heady fantasy seeped
into my bones.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Breathing
heavily, Dermott returned and sat beside me. He reached out and stroked my
cheek. “Kelly… is everything okay? Did I hurt you?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I shook my head.
“No, no, nothing like that. I think… I think I’m just tired,” I lied.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Are you sure? I
mean, I would never force you—”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I reached out and
placed my fingers over his lips as guilt spiked in my stomach. “No, honestly,
I’m fine. You did nothing wrong. I think I’m just worn out. I’m finding it hard
to… you know… concentrate. I’m so sorry.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He pulled me into
an embrace. “Hey, don’t apologise, darling. I totally understand. No one
understands the pressures of your job more than me, eh?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I needed to be
alone with my thoughts. “Sure. Look, I know this is really shitty of me but…
would you mind if we called it a night? I think maybe I just need to sleep.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He nodded and
stood to retrieve his clothing; his erection had lost its rigidity. Laughing
lightly, he said, “Yeah, I know when I’ve been used for sex and I’m no longer
needed.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I dropped my
head, covered my face with my hand and groaned. “Oh, Dermott, I’m sorry. I’m
such a fucking mess.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
He stood and
pulled his clothes on as even more guilt began to weigh me down. Once fully
dressed again, he sat on the bed and squeezed my knee through the duvet. I
lifted my head and was greeted by his warm smile. “I’m only messing with you. I
prefer my own bed anyway. And I might just help myself to round two when I’m
there. I’ve got a good imagination.” He raised his eyebrows and I giggled, much
to my chagrin.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I hated giggly women.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
He kissed the top
of my head. “Nighty night, sexy. Sleep well and don’t work too hard.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
“Bye, Dermott,” I
replied, feeling relieved. He let himself out and I flopped back on my bed with
my hands covering my face.<o:p></o:p></div>
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What the hell was
wrong with me?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Soul Awakening is a spiritual mystery/romance story
involving the discovery of reincarnation and the past lifetimes of a group of
individuals. It is a work of fiction, but was inspired by a series of actual
events that were experienced by the author or other individuals known to the
author. It involves the apparently accidental, though actually orchestrated by
Divine Intervention, meeting of three total strangers, and their ultimate
discovery that they shared previous lifetimes together. It includes episodes of
spirit communication, messages from God, past-life regression sessions,
Guardian Angels, past-life recall in the awake state, and Soul Attraction,
which is the reincarnation of groups of souls together, in more than one
lifetime, in order to deal with uncompleted Karmic connections from previous
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the Dacque Chronicles, is a very unusual Good Samaritan who has been selected
by the Heavenly Powers to assist Them in rescuing deserving souls in need of
rescuing, no matter whether these souls still reside in human bodies or have
departed from their human residences when their body passed away. Dacque’s soul
has earned this exalted position as God’s helper through his exemplary actions
and clean living throughout his numerous previous incarnations, as well as his
current lifetime. To assist Dacque in carrying out these noble duties he has
been bestowed with unique powers in this lifetime, powers which allow him to
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Soul Rescue is the recounting of
Dacque’s latest adventure where he is directed to the local children’s hospital
to locate and assist the earth-bound spirits of five children stranded for many
decades. Dacque is rewarded with three touching personal relationships
throughout this adventure and a totally unanticipated surprise at the
conclusion of his Heavenly assignment.</div>
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Dacque LaRose, a
genuine good-guy and Good Samaritan, was accustomed to being visited by and
communicating with disembodied spirits as he carried out his occasional assignments
received from the Heavenly Powers. His latest spirit visit went miles beyond
anything he would have ever imagined. The spirit of a former acquaintance and
recent murder victim joined Dacque one morning on his favorite park bench and
asked him to assist in solving his murder as the local authorities were getting
nowhere, through no fault of their own but due to a lack of any substantial
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acquaintance gladly explained to Dacque and his detective friend the inner
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Connections describes the educational journey, guided by the spirit of a sudden
murder victim, of a group of individuals through the process of investigating
their inter-connected past lifetimes. As
well as the surprising discoveries uncovered through their past-life research,
the spirit and soul of the murder victim educates its past relatives, from its
previous lifetimes, in the knowledge retained by our souls after death, and in
the ‘life’ of souls temporarily residing on the other side as they await their
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preceded the birth of Jesus, and then carries on to share delightful snippets
concerning the birth and life of Jesus before the commencing of His Ministry,
Jesus’ Healings and other Miracles, His Apostles, relatives, friends and the
group of seventy disciples, the Crucifixion and Resurrection, His activities
after the Resurrection, and Jesus’ Ascension, that are not recorded in the
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experiments and ancient blood rituals to achieve his aims. In his quest
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Adela Tilden has always been more ambitious than her station
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prospects seem dire outside of marrying well-off. When Adela catches the eye of
the crown prince, Edward, however, well-off doesn’t seem to be a problem.
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Lexie Waters is intent on taking the advertising world by storm. When she’s offered the soon to be open
position she’s been vying for at a swanky advertising agency, there’s only one
last summer separating her from dreams of corporate success. Still bitter from catching her boyfriend
cheating, she heads out for a night of fun to see her favorite band, Devil’s
Garden, but fun turns into utter embarrassment when she insults the enticingly
confident lead singer, Van Sinclair. Van
is intrigued by Lexie’s ability to resist his charm and secretly obtains her
cell number. Shocked but eager to get to
know this captivating rocker, Lexie accepts Van’s invitation to see his next show,
which requires an overnight stay. The
overwhelming feelings that follow take them both by surprise, and with two
months left before starting her sought after new position, Lexie joins the
tour. As she’s catapulted into the world of groupies and wild parties, she
questions Van’s commitment to her. So what happens at summer’s end when time
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family friends in their dilapidated Mississippi plantation, Calla is faced with
the prospect of living with strangers and their teenage son. This is
annoying because, like any other boy, he is sure to fall in love with her on
sight. However, Griffin Davenport is not your typical teenage guy. With his hot
temper and half of his face severely scarred, “hate at first sight” is closer
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prejudices, and finding the secret to Griffin’s past. As hate turns to
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but it seems Rebekah has inherited none of her skill. It's not until the
arrival of a mysterious English stranger that a lifetime of questions are
answered and Rebekah, her special friend Joseph Graber, and the entire
settlement of Gasthof Village learn the true meaning of what it truly means to
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mother who enjoys marrying men, often, Tabitha doesn’t believe in love at first
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when Preston Banks, the son of her best client, happens into her life she’s
finds out that not only will too much chocolate make your head spin, but so
will the right man saying the right things at the right time.</i><br />
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Release Date: January 9, 2014</div>
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Marnie Joe Sullivan had the perfect life as the daughter of a
wealthy Virginia businessman, but perfection wouldn't last. As the War Between
the States ends, she is struggling to keep her family together. After a botched
robbery, fleeing rebels leave her mother dead and Marnie at the mercy of a
killer. The year is 1867 and Virginia is still home to Confederate conspirators
and a killer that must be stopped. Loyalty and love run deep in the Sullivan
family and Marnie is no exception. As the eldest Sullivan, she feels obligated
to rescue her father from the hangman’s noose. But a jailbreak at midnight
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Death is never fair. Mason Kane is proof of that. The horror
of war and the death of his brother made him a drunk. Consumed by guilt and
grief, he finds himself occupying Richmond saloons and starting fights. But a
forgotten promise to his brother forces him to put down the bottle and accept a
friend’s plea for help. Mason has no idea that the scrawny, mud covered boy he
just hit is Sullivan’s daughter and he has no idea just how tempting she is
until he tries to mend her wounds. Bound by honor and promise, Mason sets out
to find a killer. What he finds is the outlaw Marnie Sullivan. A woman he can’t
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">Professor Rebecca
Stanley-Wilson is having a very bad season. Her husband has just admitted to
having an affair. And it was with one of her students.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">Blame it on a desire for
revenge (or way too much alcohol), she then has had one of her own. Unfortunately
for her, her affair was with one of the great upcoming painters of his
generation. The ramifications of that one torrid evening will not only be felt
across her life but over the entire art world. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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surprising, Permanent Spring Showers is the tale of one very memorable springtime
and how it impacts a group of unique artists and dreamers. From the writer who
is creating a new literary movement (through outright manipulation), to the hopeful
Olympian with the failing marriage, to the romantic wondering what he did wrong
to drive his love from him, each tale walks the line between reality and
fantasy. And waiting at the end of the line is a very important painting… and
possibly the revolver used in the Lincoln Assassination. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Daydream, Maximilian Standforth and the Case of the Dangerous Dare, My Problem
With Doors, Megan, 3 Days in Rome and Me Stuff. His eclectic writing has also
found its way into radio, as Scott was the creator of the radio comedy series
The Dante Experience. The production was honored with the Golden Headset Award
for Best MultiCast Audio and the Silver Ogle Award for Best Fantasy Audio
Production. Scott received his Master's in writing from the University of
Southern California. Scott can be found on the internet via his writing blog
“The Musings & Artful Blunders of Scott D. Southard" where he writes
on topics ranging from writing, art, books, TV, writing, parenting, life, movies,
and writing. He even shares original fiction on the site. His blog can be found
at <a href="http://sdsouthard.com/">http://sdsouthard.com</a>. Scott is also the fiction book reviewer for
WKAR's daily radio show Current State. <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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learned to trust again Stevie's life is once more thrust into uncertainty. Left
with only the memories of her deeply passionate relationship she tries to piece
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Dillon, to rebuild his life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Will Stevie's heart
ever be mended? And if so who will be the man worthy of her trust? And will she
ever get her happy ever after?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lisa is happily married to her soul-mate and they have a
daughter and two crazy dogs. She especially enjoys being creative and now
writes almost full time. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In 2012 Lisa and her family relocated from England to their
beloved Scotland; a place of happy holidays and memories for them. Her new
location now features in all of her books.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Writing has always been something Lisa has enjoyed, although
in the past it has centered on poetry and song lyrics. Some of which appear in
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mother once led—the life of a carefree Parisian heiress—Avery Keller opts to
give up everything she’s ever known—family, home, and a love affair with her
dearest friend Pete. But when the dream abroad becomes a nightmare, Avery must
count on her family and the man she loves to help her escape. But once home can
she pick up where she left or will fate have stepped in and given Pete someone
new to love?</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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avid writer since the early age of 13, when she’d fill notebook after notebook
with stories that she’d share with her friends. Her journey into novel writing
started the summer before eighth grade when her father gave her an old
typewriter. At all times of the day and night you would find her on the back
porch penning her first work, which she would continue to write for the next 22
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her chronic entrepreneurial needs, and having five children—Bernadette began to
write seriously with the goal of being published. That year she wrote 12 books.
In 2009 she was contracted for her first trilogy and the published author was
born. In 2011 she (being the entrepreneur that she is) opened her own
publishing house, 5 Prince Publishing, and has released her own contemporary
titles. She also quickly began the process of taking on other authors in other
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to find herself on the bestsellers lists of iTunes, Amazon, and Barnes and
Noble to name a few. Her office wall is lined with colorful PostIt notes with
the titles of books she will be releasing in the very near future, with hope
that they too will grace the bestsellers lists.</div>
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free time driving her kids to their many events—usually hockey. She is also an
accomplished martial artist with a second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do. An
avid reader, she enjoys contemporary romances with humor and happily ever
afters.</div>
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Kendall
Beaumont is a man running from a few demons of his own. On his way to his
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The future seems fairly bleak for the both of them -- until he
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<i>Promises made as children have a funny way of working themselves into
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<i>Olivia Baker wants the
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tongues of the local gossips.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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death to settle the estate of the man he’d left and forgotten about.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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and Olivia shared so many years ago is just now a haunting memory. People
changed and moved on. Secrets were kept and loved ones around them buried with
them. But when they are thrown back together to face the reasons their
friendship faltered, and forces greater than them are in charge, anything can
happen with the person whom they shared their First Kiss with.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Release Date: March 29, 2013</div>
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Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-22-6 ISBN: 10:1939217229</div>
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<i>Jesse Charles, the
chart topping, pop-sensation has fallen head over heels in love with small town
biology teacher Melissa Mathews. However, not only does their age difference
worry her, she’s a widowed mother of a young son who needs her attention. But
her unexpected admirer isn’t one to give up so easily. He’s willing to give up
everything just to make them a family and settle in her home town—but his
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recover from her divorce. A nice transition from West Coast life back to Aspen
Creek, the small Colorado mountain town she grew up in would put things
straight. The plan was foolproof until she discovered that the first man to
break her heart, retired NHL player Christopher Douglas, also returned to Aspen
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to save the business. However, forgiveness and newfound love just might come to
a crashing end when Christopher’s archenemy skates into town bent on revenge. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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heritage of her father, Kym O'Byrne has never felt truly at home ... until she
inherits the O'Byrne Karate School in the sleepy Colorado town of Aspen Creek.
Staying focused and disciplined is her game, but something buried deep within
the eyes of the grouchy handyman, John Larson—father of some of her most
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with stories that she’d share with her friends. Her journey into novel writing
started the summer before eighth grade when her father gave her an old
typewriter. At all times of the day and night you would find her on the back
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In 2009 she was contracted for her first trilogy and the published author was
born. In 2011 she (being the entrepreneur that she is) opened her own
publishing house, 5 Prince Publishing, and has released her own contemporary
titles. She also quickly began the process of taking on other authors in other
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the titles of books she will be releasing in the very near future, with hope
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<span style="font-family: "Castellar","serif";">The daughter of a single mother, and abandoned by her
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cross-generational account of the love of flying inspired by the true story of
Walt, a WWII RAF pilot, and his grandson Scott who has his sights set on
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northern England, and the other set in the modern-day Illawarra region of New
South Wales. As Scott learns about the sacrifices and difficulties Walt
overcame to take to the sky, he battles his own challenges in order to follow
his dream. As Scott progresses, his grandfather declines – Walt loses his wife,
his sight and his hearing – but throughout these difficulties is still there to
offer support and encouragement. In following Scott's progress towards his
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Lucas arrived at the Sullivan mansion as an orphan with a vicious burn on his side. The mark is a clue to his past, and the accident that took his family. The Sullivans gave him a home, raised him as their son, and made him heir to their fortune. He has everything a man could want, but he’s tortured by the secrets from his past. He’s a man without a name.</div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Garamond","serif";"><b>Elsie Wembley has never suffered boredom gladly. Oldest of
three—and second in line to the throne—she knows Carby like the back of her
hand, always staying only one step ahead of trouble. When Elsie meets
button-down Laurence Flynn, however, it seems she may finally have found
someone to keep her out of it for good—at least until his secrets catch up to
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Cellist Sophia Burkhalter thought ten years in Europe
performing with an exclusive ensemble would have made it clear that she wasn’t
a candidate for her grandmother’s matchmaking. After all, she’d walked away
from the man she loved, leaving him back home in Kansas City. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>David Kendal had fallen in love with Sophia, a match
orchestrated by her grandmother and his aunt. However, the unexpected
appearance of the daughter he never knew he had—and Sophia’s sudden, subsequent
departure for Europe—thrust him into the role of single father. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Carissa Kendal has only ever wanted the best for her
father. It doesn’t take long for her to realize that the very woman who broke
her father’s heart might be the one to make them a real family. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Can Carissa and the women who originally played matchmaker
to the duo convince them that love is worth a second try? Or will careers and
past mistakes tear them apart forever before they have a chance to reconcile? </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Newly unemployed concert pianist, Thomas Samuel has spent
most of his adult life escaping his upbringing. He’s become an expert at hiding
his feelings and remaining professional. But when he meets cellist Carissa
Kendal he’s faced with one emotion he can’t escape—love. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Carissa hadn’t expected her mother to take on the art of
matchmaking and she was convinced she wasn’t very good at it. Strong minded
Carissa had her work cut out for her with the emotionally scarred Thomas, but
love always wins in the end—or does it? </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>By the time Thomas realizes his past does not define the
man he has become it might be too late. Big venues and scenic places might just
win over the heart of Carissa and take her away from him—unless he hurries and
faces the man who ruined his career and convince Carissa that every
performance, even love, deserves an encore. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Hope Kendal has lived a perfect and peaceful life.
However, she is a mystery, to herself. The one thing that would make her feel
whole would be to know about her birth parents and discover who she really is. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Private investigator Trevor Jacobs has a job to do—find
Hope for her biological father and get to know her without her finding out.
Locating her was the easy part. Falling in love with her hadn’t been in his job
description. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>When Trevor is asked by Hope to help her find her birth
parents he is put into a difficult situation. If she discovers he already has
all of her answers it might cost him his heart—and those answers might cost
Hope her life.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Genre: Fiction/African American / Contemporary Women/
Romance/ Contemporary Women/ Contemporary/ Interracial Romance and Women’s
Fiction</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-02-8 ISBN 10: 1939217024</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Ebony is a smart, sexy, career-oriented black woman who
wants nothing more than a summer fling with a man who challenges her mind and
body. What she doesn’t expect is a blond haired, blue-eyed bass player—who
won’t take “no” for an answer—to accept the challenge. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">When Ebony’s attempt at a brief fling turns into more,
despite negative reactions from friends and family, she finds juggling love,
family, and career are nothing compared to the ultimate betrayal she endures.
Now her dreams spiral into lies and secrets that threaten her future and her
best friend’s trust. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Genre: Fiction/Historical/Romance</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Digital ISBN 13:978-14524228-0-0
ISBN 10:1-4524-2280-x</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Charlotte’s lips only took a moment to find those
belonging to her beloved. He tasted faintly
of molasses and she was immediately drawn into the warmth of his embrace. Their bodies were perfectly pressed together,
fitting as though one had been divinely made for the other, as Sanderson’s
kisses trailed from Charlotte’s lips down her neck. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Her hands found his softly stubbled face and guided him
back to her lips. With his strong arms
around her, she’d never felt more safe. Or more vulnerable.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>War. Devotion. Deceit. Death. How long can a heart hold
on before it breaks? Most women would carry on with their lives after being
thrust into widowhood, but not Charlotte Adamsland. Upon learning that her
husband, Captain Sanderson Redding, was killed in a botched escape from a
Confederate prison in Illinois, she clings to his promise to return to her no
matter what, and quickly heads north through a war-ravaged country with only her
faith in God and her beloved horse to bring her beloved Sanderson home – one
way or another. </b></span></div>
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978-1-939217-95-0 ISBN 10: 1-939217-95-4</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Lily and Adam have been best friends since the dawn of
time. Well, the dawn of their time. Okay…since primary school
actually. Everyone accepted them as best friends. Until one day, aged 18, Lily
made a fateful discovery. She was head over heels in love.</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">With Adam.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Her unrequited feelings are hard to deal with initially
but become even harder when Lily inadvertently introduces him to the love of
his life. It all started as a bit of a joke thanks to the other woman's
name.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Many years later and Adam is once again single and
heartbroken and Lily is there to help him pick up the pieces. Her methods
are sometimes a little unorthodox and lead to ridiculous consequences. </span></div>
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help Adam move on and find happiness again? And can<i> either</i> of
the friends recover from losing the love of their lives?</span></span></div>
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Price</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Genre: Fiction, Romance,
Paranormal</b></span></div>
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978-0-9853345-1-2 ISBN 10: 0-9853345-1-7 </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Olivia Norton was born with a gift—a gift heaven has
sworn to protect, and hell is bound to destroy. Her perfect world is turned
upside-down when two handsome strangers, Max and Liam, step into her life.
Olivia soon discovers that her ‘Mr. Perfect’ is actually a perfect nightmare.</b></span></div>
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guardian angel, is forced to cross dimensional borders or risk losing the woman
he’s sworn to protect. Suddenly, thrust into a world unlike anything he’s ever
known, Liam isn’t prepared to come face to face with the young woman whose life
he holds in his hands. </b></span></div>
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ultimately force him to choose between two impossibilities. Max will stop at
nothing to finish what he’s started, and Olivia is soon plunged into a battle
between good and evil. Her very life hangs in the balance as two forces fight
to win her heart.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">When Beth lost her father to
cancer and her husband to another woman, she didn’t know where to turn. So she
retreated to the family cabin at Stutter Creek. Some of the best times of her life
were spent at that cabin. That’s where she met her first crush, a boy named John.
But that was many years ago…could he possibly still be around? Or would she
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Sullivan’s Way~ Wilhelmina Stolen</div>
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A single day shattered her life and set in motion, events
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Marnie Joe Sullivan had the perfect life as the daughter
of a wealthy Virginia businessman, but perfection wouldn't last. As the War
Between the States ends, she is struggling to keep her family together. After a
botched robbery, fleeing rebels leave her mother dead and Marnie at the mercy
of a killer. The year is 1867 and Virginia is still home to Confederate
conspirators and a killer that must be stopped. Loyalty and love run deep in
the Sullivan family and Marnie is no exception. As the eldest Sullivan, she
feels obligated to rescue her father from the hangman’s noose. But a jailbreak
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Death is never fair. Mason Kane is proof of that. The
horror of war and the death of his brother made him a drunk. Consumed by guilt
and grief, he finds himself occupying Richmond saloons and starting fights. But
a forgotten promise to his brother forces him to put down the bottle and accept
a friend’s plea for help. Mason has no idea that the scrawny, mud covered boy
he just hit is Sullivan’s daughter and he has no idea just how tempting she is
until he tries to mend her wounds. Bound by honor and promise, Mason sets out
to find a killer. What he finds is the outlaw Marnie Sullivan. A woman he can’t
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Soul Awakening is a spiritual mystery/romance story
involving the discovery of reincarnation and the past lifetimes of a group of
individuals. It is a work of fiction, but was inspired by a series of actual
events that were experienced by the author or other individuals known to the
author. It involves the apparently accidental, though actually orchestrated by
Divine Intervention, meeting of three total strangers, and their ultimate
discovery that they shared previous lifetimes together. It includes episodes of
spirit communication, messages from God, past-life regression sessions,
Guardian Angels, past-life recall in the awake state, and Soul Attraction, which
is the reincarnation of groups of souls together, in more than one lifetime, in
order to deal with uncompleted Karmic connections from previous lifetimes
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Dacque LaRose, the protagonist in the Dacque Chronicles,
is a very unusual Good Samaritan who has been selected by the Heavenly Powers
to assist Them in rescuing deserving souls in need of rescuing, no matter
whether these souls still reside in human bodies or have departed from their
human residences when their body passed away. Dacque’s soul has earned this exalted
position as God’s helper through his exemplary actions and clean living
throughout his numerous previous incarnations, as well as his current lifetime.
To assist Dacque in carrying out these noble duties he has been bestowed with
unique powers in this lifetime, powers which allow him to see and converse with
spirits as well as receive direct messages from the Heavenly Powers.</div>
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Soul Rescue is the recounting of Dacque’s latest
adventure where he is directed to the local children’s hospital to locate and
assist the earth-bound spirits of five children stranded for many decades.
Dacque is rewarded with three touching personal relationships throughout this
adventure and a totally unanticipated surprise at the conclusion of his
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Dacque LaRose, a genuine good-guy and Good Samaritan, was
accustomed to being visited by and communicating with disembodied spirits as he
carried out his occasional assignments received from the Heavenly Powers. His
latest spirit visit went miles beyond anything he would have ever imagined. The
spirit of a former acquaintance and recent murder victim joined Dacque one
morning on his favorite park bench and asked him to assist in solving his
murder as the local authorities were getting nowhere, through no fault of their
own but due to a lack of any substantial evidence in the case.</div>
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assignments one installment at a time so he knew the steps he would be expected
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detective friend the inner workings of the Soul Mind or subconscious mind.</div>
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through the process of investigating their inter-connected past lifetimes. As well as the surprising discoveries
uncovered through their past-life research, the spirit and soul of the murder
victim educates its past relatives, from its previous lifetimes, in the
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him, but inside he can feel a greater call urging him on to the man he knows he
can become. He marries the ideal woman in hopes it might settle him down. But
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Monroe married on impulse and her heart had been broken by Adam Monroe’s lies.
Pregnant she wonders how she will survive, alone, with her baby. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Romero held Adam Monroe when he died in combat. Now released from the Army he
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the verge of making the same mistake twice, Penelope must trust her
heart—especially when new lies are uncovered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Vivian Book three of The Three Mrs. Monroes</div>
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Release Date: October 9, 2014</div>
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Digital ISBN-10: 1631120425 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-042-8</div>
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Print ISBN-10: 1631120433 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-043-5</div>
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Monroe had been jaded. Her husband’s death only compounded the lies she’d only
come to learn about. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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North knows a thing or two about loss. He figured it was fate for him to meet
Vivian Monroe. He’ll take on the challenge of helping her mend her heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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new friendships and new romance, Vivian must let go of her pain and face the
woman who helped Adam Monroe weave his deceptive web.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Genre: FICTION / Westerns</div>
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Release Date: November 6, 2014</div>
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Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-077-0 ISBN 10: 1631120778</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Sheriff Luke Atwell, a religious man, doubts his occupation after
accidentally shooting a female bystander during a gunfight. The violent
deaths of lawmen and criminals that follow heighten his questioning and he
joins the priesthood to counter evil as a man of peace. However, his
lawman instincts remain as he deals with crime in his inner-city parish.
Temporarily relieved of his priestly obligations, Atwell returns as sheriff to
the changed, now crime-ridden Kansas town to rethink his calling, joined by
unlikely reinforcements—an experienced but alcoholic deputy and a youthful
banjo player. The team, often outnumbered, confronts thieves and killers in a
series of gun battles. As Atwell fights lawlessness, he struggles with his
feelings toward a recent widow. Eventually he must decide: keep the badge or again wear the clerical
collar.</span></span></div>
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Genre: FICTION / African American / Contemporary Women</div>
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Release Date: November 6, 2014</div>
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Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-075-6 ISBN 10:1631120751</div>
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<b> Sydnee Garrett has a lot on her
to-do list. Wrangle her young and ramb<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a>unctious twin boys.
Check. Get her life back in order since her husband decided to leave her for a
much younger woman. Check. And buy a Christmas tree. Check.</b><br />
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adding one more thing to her list. A young, sexy personal trainer. Check.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<b><span lang="NL" style="border: none;">Quinn Masters is a man who knows what he wants and doesn</span><span lang="FR" style="border: none;">’</span><span style="border: none;">t take no for an answer. He isn</span><span style="border: none; font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS', sans-serif;">’</span><span style="border: none;">t fazed by age or race differences and he does
everything in his power to win Sydnee over.</span><span style="border: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Genre: Fiction, Romance,
Historical, Alternative History</div>
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Release Date: March 13, 2014</div>
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Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-082-4 ISBN 10: 1631120824</div>
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Print ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-079-4 ISBN 10: 1631120794</div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Living abroad, Adela
Tilden has avoided the worst of the rebellion. But now that King William
has ordered her back on risk of disinheritance, it doesn’t seem she’ll be able
to stay out of the tumult. Of course, Adela has never abided being a pawn.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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her, and one left behind, she has to hope she can control this game–or else she
might lose her life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Between books 1 and 2
of the <i>Broken Line</i> series, <i>The Copper Rebellion</i> is a
glimpse into Antony and Adela’s lost years after T<i>he Copper Witch</i>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b> <i style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">On
Orders Of The Commandant </span></i><span style="font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;">is an historical novel, set
inside a 1940's concentration camp in<i> </i>Auschwitz, Poland.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>It
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">In their
afterwards struggle, they deal with several issues-desolation, losing their
family and freedom-but more importantly are confronted with the knowledge of a
machinated plot intended by an SS First Commandant right
under their noses. </span><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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plan is conceived, after having an underground exit pointed out to them,
to escape the concentration camp itself...</span><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Mallory got her happil<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a>y ever after,
but haunting loss in the past has her running scared that she will lose her
beloved yet again. Can anything...or any<i>one</i> make her realise she needs
to let go of the past and live for today?</span></div>
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his brother and sister-in-law help a sick friend, he gets coerced into babysitting
his two year old niece, Zoe, on a weekly basis. Johnny reluctantly takes on the
challenge with humourous and often near-disastrous results. Over time, Zoe's
independence-seeking and outgoing personality inspires Johnny to try to improve
his health, his fashion sense and even his love life. However, after a couple
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A Gift for Chloe</div>
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carefully ordered world tumbles willy-nilly around her. Instead of making a
relatively simple decision about which book to buy, she’s spent an hour
waffling between two titles and trying (and failing) to come to grips with this
new reality she hasn’t had nearly enough chance to prepare for. It’s not that
she hasn’t already fallen head over heels in love with baby Chloe, but this is
something she’s not equipped to handle—she can’t even choose a self-help book
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optimistic fellow customer she encounters in the aisle of the bookstore seems
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interested in striking up a conversation with him, let alone a friendship, no
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<b>About Susan Lohrer</b></div>
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Susan Lohrer grew up in more towns in western Canada than
she has fingers to count them on. She currently lives in southern BC with her
husband of more than two decades, their two teenagers who are still at home,
three dogs, and far more aquariums than a reasonable household should contain.
She believes life is always better with a healthy dose of humor.</div>
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Have you got a secret hidden so
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Bethany Forrester and Denizon
Cartwright are mother and daughter but they haven’t seen each other for thirty
five years. Not since Beth gave Denizon up for adoption when she was two days
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<b>About the Author<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYS9PHHP86gdNyeAjXwHLM_FUpgiic96gO0IGL6eDurthGf6a8NvVYzQug8DC5D-AAhhWTC8GKNPPB6780j55pT1bUo1gL9XiRff4Ibgn2LNdOrjoO-EDJjFGQgZ-GTMtnO8KxZbH-5Xhn/s1600/head+photo,+kitchen+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYS9PHHP86gdNyeAjXwHLM_FUpgiic96gO0IGL6eDurthGf6a8NvVYzQug8DC5D-AAhhWTC8GKNPPB6780j55pT1bUo1gL9XiRff4Ibgn2LNdOrjoO-EDJjFGQgZ-GTMtnO8KxZbH-5Xhn/s1600/head+photo,+kitchen+01.jpg" height="200" width="151" /></a>Lindsay Harper lives in West Yorkshire, England with her
husband and four Springer Spaniels. She has two grown up children and three
grandchildren. She now writes full time and this is the third book in the ”How
To …” romance series following best friends Robyn and Denizon through the
trials and tribulations of life. When she’s not writing she practices
Homeopathy and is a House Doctor. For fun she enjoys walks by the water, yoga,
cooking, DIY, 60’s retro and anything romance.</div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Chapter 1</span></h2>
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Bethany
Forrester finished the last page and closed the book – “How to Have a Happy
Marriage”. She sighed contentedly as she realised this book, out of the entire
“How to…” series was the most relevant to her. She bought Jay Trethedick’s
first book, “How to Have an Affair,” after seeing him on <i>Breakfast Time</i> last year. Even though she couldn’t personally
relate to the topic she had been very impressed with his theories … plus he was
very easy on the eye.</div>
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Sadly, the
topic of divorce in his second book resonated all too well. Her divorce had not
been amicable – far from it, and she could remember rushing through the three
hundred pages just so she could tightly pack away all her memories of that time
in a box and bury them deep.</div>
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But this
book was different and each page had been a pleasure to read as it reminded her
of the wonderful man she was now lucky enough to be married to. The first page
always made her smile and she opened the book to read for the thousandth time,
the Recipe for a Happy Marriage.</div>
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<u>Ingredients<o:p></o:p></u></div>
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250grms
Honesty</div>
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250grms
Friendship</div>
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250grms
Respect</div>
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250grms
Faithfulness</div>
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1 tbl spoon
of Sex</div>
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1 level tsp
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A touch of Compromise</div>
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A pinch of
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Take a
couple of individuals in love, add all ingredients, mix together and cook for
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She thought
the concept was so sweet and would love to meet the man who could write such
sentiment. There were just two ingredients on the list she was missing, but
only one of them played on her mind. The first was sex, but that didn’t really
bother her, if she was honest. Adrian, her husband was approaching sixty – ten
years her senior – and his sex drive started to diminish not long after his
fiftieth birthday. </div>
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she took it personally but eventually came to realise it was the pressure of
running his own plumbing contractors business and being on call 24 hours a day,
365 days a year.</div>
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She knew it
was nothing to do with her, as whenever they took a well-deserved holiday and
he relaxed, he couldn’t get enough – and she was usually glad when the
fortnight was over so she could get some rest.</div>
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What did
bother her was number one on the list of ingredients – honesty. She had been
keeping a secret from everyone she had ever met for all her adult life. It was
such a major part of her that, most of the time, she didn’t think about it,
until at times like this when it reared its ugly head. <i>One day I’ll tell someone but not yet … it’s not the right time. </i>But
sadly, it never was.</div>
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her phone rang. It was Leo, her twenty-four year old son from her previous
marriage.</div>
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‘Hi, Mum,
can I borrow your car?’</div>
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‘Why?
Where’s yours?’</div>
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‘Er …’</div>
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‘Let me guess,
your dad’s borrowed it.’</div>
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‘His is in
the garage. He promises to have it back this week.’</div>
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Beth had
heard her ex-husband’s promises before.</div>
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‘But I need
it to collect the girls from school.’</div>
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‘If I do
that, can I?’</div>
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‘What’s the
urgency? You usually walk to work or Adrian picks you up.’</div>
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Leo was one
of Adrian’s best plumbers and had worked with his step-father since leaving
school at sixteen.</div>
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‘Cat has got
somewhere to go this morning.’ Cat was Leo’s live-in girlfriend who Beth had
never really approved of. She reminded her too much of herself at that age. The
girl was only eighteen and Beth was sure she was only with Leo to escape her
controlling parents.</div>
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‘So it’s Cat
that wants to borrow my car?’</div>
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‘Er … yes,
but she daren’t ask you in case you said no.’</div>
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Beth sighed.</div>
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‘I could
give her a lift, would that do?’</div>
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‘But that
would mean her having to tell you where she’s going.’</div>
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‘Yes, is
that a problem?’</div>
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‘I’ll have
to ask her.’</div>
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‘Can’t you
borrow your own car for a couple of hours?’</div>
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‘No, Dad’s
gone away until Friday.’</div>
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‘So how’s he
going to get his own car back today?’</div>
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‘Don’t
bother, Mum, if it’s too much trouble. We don’t want to put you out.’</div>
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<i>This is just so typical. I’m the bad guy
again. I’m sure his perfect father could commit double homicide and Leo would
defend him.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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‘Okay, I
suppose so … could she have it back by school time?’</div>
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‘Thanks,
Mum, you’re the best.’</div>
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‘Only when
you want something.’<i><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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‘Don’t be
like that. You know you love me really.’</div>
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<i>That’s the problem – sometimes I think I
love you too much.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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‘What time
are you coming to collect it?’</div>
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‘I thought
you could drop it off on your way to work.’</div>
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‘Did you
now, and how pray am I going to get to work?’</div>
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‘Cat will
drop you off.’</div>
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‘Okay, I’m
just getting ready. I’ll be there in forty-five minutes.’</div>
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‘Can you
make it half-an-hour. Her appointment’s at ten in Glastonbury.’</div>
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‘I’ll see
what I can do.’</div>
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‘Thanks,
Mum.’</div>
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So instead
of the leisurely breakfast she planned, she ran upstairs to take a quick
shower. Adrian always dropped the girls at school on Tuesday, Wednesday and
Thursday when Beth worked. It saved her dashing around and gave her an hour to
get her head together before her busy day. She had recently cut her hours down
to three days during the week and all day Sunday since appointing the most
brilliant manager for her thriving little coffee house on the high street in
Street, Somerset. </div>
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Up to the
beginning of the year, she had worked seven days a week trying to get the
business established. When she took it on, it was an ailing cafe serving a menu
of fat, fat and more fat. She had completely refurbished the inside with her
husband and invented a whole new healthy menu. </div>
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It had taken
a while for the locals to get used to eating paninis instead of bacon butties
with lard, but eventually, they had seen the light and she had built up quite a
regular clientele of tourists and visitors alike. Now she loved going to work
and was finally living her dream instead of feeling the burden and stress of
the stone around her neck she felt at the beginning.</div>
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Lunchtimes
were the busiest times and she always liked to be in before ten to help the
chef prep the salads and make the soup of the day. Between the three of them,
the <i>Cafe Sorrento </i>was finally making
the profit she had told her bank manager would be achievable when he finally
granted her the business loan over a year ago.</div>
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By
nine-fifteen she was on her way to her son’s flat. He only lived ten minutes
away, but traffic on the Glastonbury road was usually busy until at least ten
o’clock. Cat was waiting outside, looking at her watch as Beth pulled up.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Thanks, Mrs
F. You’re a life saver,’ Cat said as she got in the driver’s side.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘So what’s
with all the secrecy?’ Beth asked.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Cat didn’t
speak as she looked in the mirror before pulling out into the traffic.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Are you
okay, Cat? You look a bit pale.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I’ll be
fine.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Are you
sure you don’t want me to come with you? I’m sure they can cope without me at
work for a while.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Cat
hesitated. ‘Er … no, I’ll be fine.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Beth
couldn’t imagine it could be anything other than some sort of hospital
appointment because if it was something simple like an interview it wouldn’t be
shrouded in such secrecy.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Well if
you’re sure. Leo could’ve asked Adrian for the day off, you know.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘We didn’t
want to make a fuss.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Watch out
for that car!’ Beth braced herself waiting for the impact, but luckily, Cat’s
young reflexes were sharp and she pulled up with inches to spare. Everything
tumbled off the back seat into the foot wells.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Sorry Mrs
F, maybe I shouldn’t be driving.’ Cat pulled the car onto the side of the road.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Don’t
worry. It’s always mad at this time in a morning. Everyone goes too fast.’ Beth
reached across and stroked Cat’s arm. At that moment she seemed no older than
Beth’s youngest daughter … so naive and vulnerable.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Please
don’t ask me anything, but will you drop me off at West Mendip Community
Hospital? I’ll get a taxi home.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Beth was
desperate to know what was going on but she respected Cat’s wishes and said,
‘Of course I will. I’m here if you need to talk or I’ll come and collect you.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Thank you,
that’s kind.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
They swapped
places again and Cat reached into the back to retrieve all her handbag contents
that were strewn about the floor and under the seats.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I think I’m
missing a lip gloss. If you find one, it’s mine.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I’ll have a
look when I get back to work.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Beth pulled
up in the visitor’s car park. ‘Are you sure you don’t want me to come in with
you?’ </div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Cat shook
her head. Her hands were shaking as she opened the door. Just before getting out
she reached across and kissed Beth’s cheek.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Thanks, Mrs
F, for being so nice. I know we haven’t always seen stuff the same way but
you’re really cool for a mum.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘That’s
sweet of you to say, and remember if you want me to come back for you, I will.
Just ring me anytime.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Cat closed
the door behind her and walked off as slowly as if she was heading a funeral
cortège. </div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Beth was
reluctant to leave her in this state. But what more could she do? So as soon as Cat disappeared through the
revolving doors, she drove away. She parked in her usual car parking space
outside work and remembered that Cat had asked her to look for the rogue lip
gloss. Under her seat all she found was an old Maynard wine gum, which she was
tempted to eat, as it was a red one – her favourite colour. The lip gloss was
under the passenger seat hidden under a paper tissue. As she reached along the
floor, fumbling for the lip gloss, her fingers touched a piece of card. She
pulled it out and saw it had the Marie Stopes logo on the front and an
appointment for ten o’clock.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Shit!’ She
slammed the car door, forgetting to lock it and ran into work.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Can you
cope without me for a bit? I’ve got somewhere urgent to go,’ she asked Carol,
her manager.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Yes,
of course Are you okay?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I am, but
someone else isn’t. I haven’t time to explain now. I’ll be back as soon as I
can.’ Beth turned round and dashed to her car, speeding back up the Old Wells
Road to the hospital. She turned on the hands free kit and rang Leo’s number.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Hi, Mum,
did Cat get off okay?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Do you know
where she’s going?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Of course I
do. Why, do you?’ he asked tentatively.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Yes. I’ve
found her appointment card. Why is she going to the Marie Stopes clinic?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Oh fuck! We
didn’t want to tell anyone until it was all over.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘You mean
you’re letting your girlfriend have a termination and you can’t even be
bothered to go with her?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘She said
she’d be fine, and we’ve got a big plumbing job on.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Beth
couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. ‘How can you be so selfish? Have you
any idea what the poor girl’s going through?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Chill, Mum.
It’s no big deal.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘No big
deal! How dare you. I thought I’d brought you up better than that. It will be
the worst ordeal of her life so far, and I doubt anything will ever beat it. If
you know what’s good for you, you’ll drop what you’re doing and get to that
hospital by any means you can. I’ll see you there.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Okay …
okay. I get it, you’re mad, but don’t take it out on me. She told me she was on
the pill. We don’t want a baby … she wants to get rid of it as well.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Beth
couldn’t speak for the tears.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Mum, are
you still there? … Why are you so upset?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I’ll see
you soon.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<i>So much for burying my feelings deep
underground in a box.</i> It was over thirty-five years ago, yet right now she
felt as bad as when she was waiting for them to call her name. Then, she didn’t
have a friendly face offering to go with her … she had an angry, disappointed
mother who, all the while in the waiting room, kept telling her she’d brought
disgrace on the family.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Poor Cat …
she was facing this ordeal all alone. As Beth got out of her car she saw it was
already ten thirty. <i>Please be running
late!</i> Quickly, asking the receptionist where the clinic was being held, she
ran to the lift. <i>Typical, the clinic’s at
the other end of the bloody corridor. </i>She was out of breath as she rang the
buzzer to be let into reception.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I’m looking
for Miss Catherine … er … Sykes,’ Beth asked the receptionist.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘And you
are?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Her
partner’s mother. He’s been held up in traffic and is on his way.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I’m sorry,
you’ll have to wait here. She’s already gone into surgery.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Beth put her
head in her hands and sobbed.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Are you
okay? Would you like a glass of water?’ The receptionist came round the desk
and led Beth to a seat.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Sorry. I
would please. Is it too late to change her mind?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
The
receptionist paused and, trying to be as gentle as she could said, ‘She doesn’t
want to change her mind. You know this isn’t her first appointment. We do an
awful lot of counselling before we carry out any procedure … Do you want to
talk to someone?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I’ve never
talked to anyone in thirty-five years.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘So wouldn’t
now be a good time to start?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Beth didn’t
go back into work – she couldn’t – she felt totally drained. After dropping Cat
and Leo back at their flat she went home to be by herself … her staff could
cope – it was only one day. While the kettle was boiling, she kept looking at
the card on the kitchen work top reminding her of the counselling appointment
the receptionist had made at a sister clinic … thirty-five years too late.
After making herself a strong coffee, she went to sit in the beautiful
conservatory looking out over her long cottage garden with distant views of
Glastonbury Tor and thought about her morning.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
She expected
Cat to be devastated after her procedure, but all she saw on the young face was
relief. Beth could understand why she didn’t want a baby at eighteen … she
hadn’t wanted one at thirteen, but unlike Cat, she couldn’t go through with it.
She had screamed and shouted so much, embarrassing her mother even more, that
the whole trip was aborted not the baby. </div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Luckily, it
was the 1970’s and most of the mother and baby units had closed down which
meant Beth had to stay at home – a prisoner in her own house for nine months.
The baby girl was taken off her at birth and given to deserving parents and the
whole sorry incident was never mentioned again. Beth continued her education
and was a good girl until she found someone to marry her and then she was off,
at not much older than Cat was now.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Beth sat in
the same armchair all day until it was time to collect her two precious girls
from school. What she couldn’t give her first little girl she lavished on the
two she had. Leo was always accusing her of spoiling them and treating them
better than she ever treated him. She knew he was speaking the truth, but she
couldn’t help it. She had to make it right somehow.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Tuesday was
hectic after school – Amy, who was eight, had ballet and tap and Annabelle, who
was the eldest at ten, had choir and gymnastics. Eddie Stobart’s Logistical
Haulage Contractors couldn’t do a better job of organising the schedule than
she did. Each activity was precisely planned down to the last second, and if it
all went without a hitch – which it usually did– they were back in the house
totally exhausted by eight o’clock, ready for supper and bed.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Adrian
supervised bed-time while Beth made the evening meal.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Ooh … I
know what I forget to tell you. You know that author you’ve just been reading,
he’s appearing at the Glastonbury Christmas Book and Craft Festival,’ Adrian
said as he sat down at the table to a plate of home-made moussaka.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘You mean
Jay Trethedick?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Yes, that’s
him.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Wow. Do you
know how I can get any tickets?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Da … da.’
Adrian said as he pulled two tickets out of the back pocket of his work
trousers. ‘It’s for his Creative Writing workshop.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘How did I
manage to be married to the most wonderful man in the world?’ Beth walked round
the table and gave her husband a kiss.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Just lucky
I guess?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Are you
coming with me?’ she asked.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I don’t
think it’s really my thing. I got two tickets in case you wanted to take a
friend, or maybe you could invite your mother?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘What? So I
could hear her moan about how he wasn’t as good as her favourite author. No,
she’d only spoil it … I might see if Cat would like to come with me. I think I
made a breakthrough with her today.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘So tell me
what’s been going on with Leo today? He ran off site like a man possessed.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Let’s
finish eating first. It’s a long story and might put me off my food.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
For the rest
of the meal they kept the conversation light – with Adrian doing most of the
talking about his day of plumbing. At times like this she was glad she really
loved him, as it was the only reason she would tolerate hearing about a
dripping stop-tap and sticking ball-cocks.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘So?’ Adrian
said as they took two cups of coffee into the lounge.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Leo rang me
this morning to ask me if he could borrow my car. It turned out it was actually
Cat who needed it to go to a hospital appointment. You’ll never believe, she
was only having an abortion on her own! So I phoned Leo and told him to get
down there if he knew what was good for him. I’m sorry if it left you in the
lurch.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘No, we
managed. He never said anything … An abortion and you knew nothing?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I don’t
think I’d know now if she hadn’t dropped the appointment card in my car. When I
dropped her off I could tell something was bothering her, but I never guessed
it would be that. What are we going to do with him?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I don’t
know what you mean. What can we do with him? He’s a grown man.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘But fancy,
letting the poor girl suffer all that on her own. I thought I’d taught him
better than that.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Have you
spoken to him?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Not on his
own. I tried to be gentle with them both when I collected her. Apparently, she
hasn’t even told her mum she was pregnant.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Do you want
me to have a word with him, man-to-man?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I don’t
know what to do. I’m only sorry he felt he couldn’t talk to me about it first.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘He probably
thought you’d try and talk them out of it.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Why would I
do that?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Because I
thought you didn’t agree with abortions?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘No, that’s
not true. I wouldn’t have one, but I don’t think it’s right to interfere in
anyone else’s decision.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Adrian
raised his eyebrows. ‘At the risk of having my head bitten off, is that
strictly true?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Why do you
know me so well?’ She laughed. ‘I suppose I might have put forward the
alternative viewpoint.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Hence, why
they didn’t tell you.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘But Leo
tells me everything … or he used to before he started going out with Cat.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Is that why
you’ve never warmed to her... because she took away your baby boy?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I don’t
know. I’ve not thought of that before … but maybe. I saw a different side of
her today … I think I may have misjudged her.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I’ve always
liked her. I think she’s good for him. He’s so laid back … I’m sure some days
he’d never get out of bed.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Yes, she
does seem to motivate him, and he does love her.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I know you
think she’s using him, but I think she loves him as well.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘From now on
I will try harder. I never want a repeat of today.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I assume
they don’t either … But don’t you think it was sensible of them? Neither of
them is ready for a baby, she’s only eighteen – far too young to be thinking
about motherhood. They’ve got the rest of their lives to have children.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘But
sometimes these things happen and you can’t get rid of something just because
it’s not quite the right time.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Sorry,
love. I didn’t mean to be heartless. Has today upset you more than you’re
letting on?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I suppose
it’s been such a shock … I could’ve been a grandma,’ she said resting her chin
in her hands.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘You’re too
young to be a grandma. I, on the other hand, am just the right age to be a
granddad. I keep hoping Toby will tell me he’s ready to settle down.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I doubt
that. He’s too busy travelling the world.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘But he’s
thirty-five next birthday.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘You were nearly
fifty when we had Annabelle.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I know. I’m
hoping he doesn’t take after me.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Surely two
young girls is enough for anyone your age?’ She laughed.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Oy, watch
it! I think we’d better change the subject! … Do you want to watch something on
television?’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘Is there
anything on?’ She picked up <i>TV Chat</i>
and looked.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘I love you,
Bethany Forrester.’ He winked at her.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
‘And I love
you, “The man for any job”… Here’s the remote, you choose.’</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
When
Adrian’s snoring got so unbearably noisy it was agreed that Beth would sneak
out of bed and go sleep in the guest bedroom – tonight was one of those nights.
It didn’t help that Beth’s mind was working a double shift. During a large
percentage of her day to day life, she could put to the back of her mind the
little girl she had given away by pretending it never happened to her – it
happened to a friend. But after everything that had transpired during the past
twelve hours, putting it out of her mind was impossible. </div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Over the
years she had been tempted on so many occasions to search for her daughter, but
was too terrified of the outcome. Maybe today was an omen. It was also one of
the main reasons she had agreed to go for counselling. The receptionist at the
Marie Stopes clinic said all the ramifications of the adoption could be
discussed at the appointment and any help she needed could be given to her
then.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Ever since
Beth had given her baby up for adoption she had kept a diary of her life – so
one day the daughter she couldn’t keep could learn all about her birth mother.
She hadn’t written in it every day. In fact, she had hardly written in it this
year. It was hidden on the bottom shelf of the airing cupboard in a pillow
case. She had chosen that specific hideaway because she could guarantee no-one
would ever choose to change their bedding or towels voluntarily.</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
Without
putting the landing light on, she crept along the hallway and opened the door
to the airing cupboard. Sliding her hand along the bottom shelf she felt for
something hard. She pulled the pillow case containing the diary out from
underneath a thick pile of towels and crept back to the guest bedroom to read
it. The diary was a loose-leaf A5 Filofax which had been added to over the
years – it was now over three hundred pages long. In the past she’d thought
about publishing it, because even though she said so herself, it was a
scintillating read. <i>Maybe, I could have a
word with Jay Trethedick and ask for his advice when I go and see him. Only a
month to go before I meet my hero. Come on, no daydreaming. You need to write
about today. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Dear Denise,</div>
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Penelope Book two of The Three Mrs. Monroes</div>
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<i>From loss breeds new life.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Monroe married on impulse and her heart had been broken by Adam Monroe’s lies.
Pregnant she wonders how she will survive, alone, with her baby. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Romero held Adam Monroe when he died in combat. Now released from the Army he
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the verge of making the same mistake twice, Penelope must trust her
heart—especially when new lies are uncovered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Author Bernadette Marie is known for building families readers want to be part
of. Her series <i>The Keller Family </i>has graced bestseller charts since its
release in 2011, along with her other series and single title books. The
married mother of five sons promises <i>Happily Ever After always…</i>and says
she can write it, because she lives it. </div>
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not writing, Bernadette Marie is shuffling her sons to their many events—mostly
hockey—and enjoying the beautiful views of the Colorado Rocky Mountains from
her front step. She is also an accomplished martial artist with a second degree
black belt in Tang Soo Do.</div>
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chronic entrepreneur, Bernadette Marie opened her own publishing house in 2011,
<i>5 Prince Publishing, </i>so that she could publish the books she liked to
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Chapter One </h1>
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God she was miserable.</div>
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Heat waves rose off the pavement and the air was thick and
still. Penelope Monroe sat on the front porch in one kitchen chair with her
feet up on another. With gentle strokes, she rubbed her pregnant belly. She
simply couldn’t believe how uncomfortable she was.</div>
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The smell of paint from inside the house wafted out and she
tried not to let it make her stomach churn. She’d been appointed to oversee the
two men putting in the new front window. That wasn’t much fun at all.</div>
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Both of their butt cracks stuck out of their pants and every
time they talked they cursed then looked at her and apologized. She wasn’t a
prude—well not really. She’d heard those words before, even if she didn’t use
them.</div>
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Penelope closed her eyes and wished for a slight breeze. Her
head was buzzing with paint fumes, curse words, and the events of the past few
months. </div>
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It had all started when she’d married Adam Monroe.</div>
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His image formed in her head and she let out a small sigh.</div>
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Those blue eyes and that blonde hair, he was like a god, she
thought. One she’d read about in books. He was a Marine, so his body was
chiseled hard and he carried himself—well, like a god.</div>
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He’d been a player. She’d known that. The night she’d first
laid eyes on him, he’d taken her friend home from the bar. At least he’d had
the sense to offer her a ride home before he drove off with Christina—her <i>ex-friend.</i> There were explicit details
from Christina she could do with forgetting.</div>
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That should have been her clue to never even talk to the man
again. Easy sex from women you picked up in bars wasn’t her style. She’d been a
virgin, after all. She’d been saving herself for her husband. It had been
Christina who thought differently of that. Christina liked the loud music, the
dancing, the beer, and the men. Usually she was considerate of Penelope’s
feelings when they went out. But that night Christina had gotten caught up in
Adam’s blue eyes, his hair, his body, and his voice delivering all the right
lines.</div>
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Penelope figured she was most mad about the evening because
she’d been having feelings she’d never had before. She thought, briefly, that
had she been given the chance to go home with Adam she’d have done it. She knew
she’d have chickened out, but he’d had a way with turning her heart to mush.</div>
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But it had been Christina he’d taken back to his place
and—well, again, she’d just like to forget that she knew every detail of that
night.</div>
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She couldn’t have imagined that a few nights later, when
Christina had abandoned her at the bar for another one night stand, that Adam
would walk in and change her life.</div>
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The words he used were different than the ones he’d used on
Christina. His moves were gentle and that hadn’t been a word Christina had used
when she’d given Penelope all of her details.</div>
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He was a gentleman.</div>
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They talked, walked, and dated a few nights. He was sweet
when she told him she was a virgin and she was saving herself for her husband.
Not once did he make a move or cross a line. Then he said he loved her and that
had changed everything.</div>
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When he’d asked her to marry him, there had been no
hesitation. They’d gotten married and, that night, she gave herself to him.</div>
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Penelope let out a breath and opened her eyes. Everything
changed in that one night.</div>
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She ran her hand over her growing stomach. A small part of
Adam grew inside of her, even though he was gone. </div>
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The day she’d come to Parson’s Gulch was the day they’d
buried Adam—the day she’d met one of his other wives and seen the other with
his children. She was only one of three Mrs. Monroes. One of three Adam had
lied to. One of three who now fought to move past him.</div>
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The very thought of Adam’s lies still made her sick.</div>
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But just because she now detested her husband of only a few
months, she couldn’t hate the life that grew inside of her. This child was hers
and in a few days she’d see the baby for the first time. Adam’s other wives
would be there too.</div>
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She let out a small chuckle which had the window installers
looking over at her. Kindly, she gave them a smile and closed her eyes again.</div>
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Amelia Monroe, Adam’s second wife, had taken her in. She was
kind though Penelope was sure she wasn’t used to being so kind But she’d given
her a place to stay and had just friended her when she’d needed someone to
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Vivian, on the other hand, had taken a little longer to warm
up to. But when she had, they’d bonded. Though Vivian wasn’t more than ten
years older than Penelope, she thought of her as a mother figure, where Amelia
was more of a big sister.</div>
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Adam’s lies had entangled them.</div>
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Adam’s death had brought them together.</div>
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Adam’s life grew inside of her.</div>
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Penelope opened her eyes and rubbed her aching side.</div>
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In just the past week, her stomach had grown so much bigger.
It stretched and Vivian was relentless with the cocoa butter routine. She had
stretch marks from Adam’s other two children and she was going to make sure
Penelope didn’t suffer the same fate.</div>
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More than just her stomach had changed though. A week ago,
the entire town changed in fifteen seconds when a tornado ripped through the
sky. There had only been a few injuries and no one had died—thank God!</div>
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Vivian’s home had been totaled and the front window of the
century-old house on Main and Pine had blown in. Penelope’s car had also been
totaled, but she thought she’d faired pretty well in that deal. Her beat up old
car, which didn’t always run well, had been replaced by her late husband’s
vintage Mustang. </div>
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Penelope had never been one for flashy, vintage cars, but
she couldn’t help herself—she loved this one. It sat against the curb within
view. Oh, she might look sexy in it now, from the neck up. But no one would
ever give her a second look when they saw a baby seat in the back in a few
months.</div>
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Sam Jackson, Adam’s lawyer, her boss, and now Amelia’s
fiancé, pulled tree branches around the side of the house and stacked them near
the porch.</div>
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“I have the misting fan set up in the kitchen. Maybe you
should go inside,” he called to her.</div>
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“Too much paint.”</div>
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He nodded as he took his cellphone out of his pocket. He
looked at it, smiled, and walked toward her giving the front window a glance
first. “Why don’t you go in, get yourself a cold bottle of water, and walk
upstairs.”</div>
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Penelope frowned. She knew it was much hotter upstairs.</div>
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Sam climbed the steps of the porch and held his hand out to
her. “C’mon. Amelia is up there. She just texted me. She has something to show
you.”</div>
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Penelope planted her feet on the floor, took Sam’s hand, and
stood with an <i>umph.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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“You start up,” he said placing his hand on her back and
walking her toward the door. “I’ll get you a bottle of water and meet you up
there.”</div>
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Penelope shifted him a glance and walked inside the house.</div>
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The heat was nearly unbearable, but she walked toward the
stairs and started up them.</div>
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Sam had redone every tread and in time, when she wasn’t
around, they would stain them and the rest of the floors in the century-old
house, which they were turning into a daycare center. </div>
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Adam’s father had donated the house to them. It was a kind
gesture, she thought as she neared the top step. He’d been gracious when they’d
needed it.</div>
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Amelia had come up with the great idea that they take what
Adam had and turn it into a business to take care of his children. Amelia
hadn’t asked for anything in return. But when pushed, she’d mentioned she’d
like a gym in the basement.</div>
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So far she hadn’t stumbled across the secret project
Penelope and Vivian had been working on. She seemed to be preoccupied with what
she was calling her office upstairs.</div>
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Penelope hadn’t been upstairs in weeks. It wasn’t worth the
climb. And now that she was at the top of the stairs and the air was thick and
horribly hot, she knew she’d been right to stay downstairs.</div>
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Sam was right behind her with a cold bottle of water. He
handed it to her.</div>
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“C’mon, go in,” he said.</div>
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“She’s been behind those doors for a week. I don’t want to
be the one who goes in unannounced.”</div>
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“You’re chicken.”</div>
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“Yeah. You go first. She loves you.”</div>
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Sam scowled and stepped forward. “Yeah, and I’m the one she
punched in the gut when I startled her too. I’m walking with heavy footsteps.”</div>
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He twisted the knob of one of the closed bedroom doors and
pushed it open. Sticking his head around the corner, he pushed it open just a
bit more.</div>
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“She’s afraid to come in. You’re not going to throw anything
are you?”</div>
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Penelope heard Amelia grunt and then the door swung open
hard. “Get in here.”</div>
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Penelope walked through the thick air toward the room and
gasped when she walked in.</div>
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Amelia, Vivian, and Vivian’s daughters were standing in the
room with enormous grins on their faces. “Well, what do you think?”</div>
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Penelope looked around at the transformed area. They had
taken the two bedrooms, which shared a Jack and Jill bathroom, and completely
renovated them.</div>
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The room she stood in was painted a very soothing shade of
pale green. There was a wrought iron bed with a lacy white spread. Over the
bed, was a painting that she knew Vivian had found in the basement. An antique
dresser and mirror sat against the wall and they’d also added a beautiful
armoire. </div>
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“This is magnificent,” she said with her breath wheezing
out. “This is what you’ve been working on?”</div>
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“Yes. You needed a place to stay,” Vivian said. “Amelia did
almost all of it.”</div>
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“For me?”</div>
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“You and the baby. This is your home now—when the fumes are
all gone.”</div>
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She felt the tears sting, but she tried to hold them back.</div>
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“I did that.” Emma, Vivian’s four year old daughter said as
she pointed to the rocking chair. “The Teddy bear. I made it at Build-a-Bear.”</div>
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Penelope covered her mouth and tears quickly rolled down her
cheeks.</div>
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“You’re such a girl,” Amelia teased as she put her arm
around Penelope’s shoulders. “C’mon, there’s more. Try not to cry too much or
you won’t be able to see anything.”</div>
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She walked her to the bathroom that joined the two rooms. It
was painted a soft brown and all the fixtures had been replaced with modern
replicas of older ones.</div>
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“This is gorgeous. I can’t believe I didn’t know you were
doing this.”</div>
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“That would have ruined the surprise. Okay, now you can cry
your eyes out,” Amelia said as she opened the door that led into the next
bedroom.”</div>
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When Penelope saw it, she did cry harder. The pastel yellow
room with handmade curtains depicting tumbling teddy bears hung from the
window. Matching bumpers adorned a crib against the wall. There was a matching
rocking chair in this room with a teddy bear on the seat. </div>
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Ava, Vivian’s two-year-old, tugged on Penelope’s shirt. “I
made that.”</div>
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Penelope batted her eyes and ran her hand over Ava’s braids
and smiled. Never in her life could she have expected such love. And to think,
these women and children had been jaded by Adam’s lies too. But they were there
for her and her baby. They embraced her. They loved her.</div>
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“I can’t…I don’t…Oh…” she sobbed.</div>
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Vivian moved to Penelope and wrapped her arms around her.
“Quit crying. You’re going to make me cry.”</div>
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“I don’t deserve this,” Penelope said.</div>
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“Sure you do,” Amelia added.</div>
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Penelope looked up to see her standing with her arms crossed
over her chest and Sam next to her with his arm around her shoulders. They made
a beautiful picture, she thought. Amelia was very lucky to have fallen in love
with him.</div>
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“You’ve all been so nice to me…”</div>
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“And we’re going to keep being nice.” Amelia walked toward
her and whispered, “Adam brought us together. We are all family now.” She took
Penelope’s hands in hers. “This is the least he could do to take care of you
and your baby.”</div>
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Again, Amelia was being sweet and that nearly made Penelope
want to laugh. But she’d learned this side of Amelia was as genuine as the side
that liked to kick men’s butts.</div>
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As Ava and Emma showed Penelope all the parts to <i>their baby’s </i>room, the doorbell rang.</div>
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They all exchanged glances and Vivian shook her head. “I’ll
get it. It’s probably those boobs putting in the window.”</div>
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Penelope watched her walk out of the room and then, hand in
hand, Sam and Amelia walked out too. She looked down at the sisters of her baby
and smiled. She’d be okay without Adam there or any other man for that matter.
She and her baby were loved. That’s all that mattered.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07664173885500408895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380184330297448629.post-10681621721059200442014-08-25T00:00:00.000-06:002014-08-25T00:00:01.449-06:00This series cracks me up! You should read it!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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deep that thinking about it threatens to overwhelm you?</div>
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Bethany Forrester and Denizon
Cartwright are mother and daughter but they haven’t seen each other for thirty
five years. Not since Beth gave Denizon up for adoption when she was two days
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tells the story of how they find each other and their lives and loves along the
way – from the stormy relationship between Beth and her husband to Denizon’s
quest for true happiness and real love.</div>
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We follow the ups and downs of
the pair as they struggle to fit each other into their already complicated
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<i>Love is like a snowflake; beautiful but fleeting in its presence…<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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I’ve been in love. But I’ve also been lied to, betrayed by
those closest to me and I’ve suffered loss. Sadly it’s those last <i>three</i> things that stick with me the
most. The only real constants in my life are music, Angus my dog and Rhiannon;
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But things changed when <i>she</i>
walked into my place of work. All blue eyes, curves and a warmth that could
melt even <i>my</i> hardened heart. I was
taken over by feelings that I didn’t expect so soon. Guilt plagued me and I
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On <i>Mallory</i>.</div>
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But I fell fast and hard and there was nothing I could do to
stop it. When she too became the victim of heartbreak I was the only one who
understood her pain but I was the<i> last</i>
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Would I ever convince her that we could be friends? And
would I ever accept that she couldn’t love me back?</div>
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<b>About Lisa J Hobman</b></div>
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Lisa is a happily married mum of one with two crazy dogs and
a passion for writing. After relocating to Scotland from England and
writing her first novel she gave up on running a craft business to do what she
loves full time and is now putting the finishing touches to books four and five
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<b>Excerpt of Bridge of Hope:</b></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Chapter One</span></h1>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">January 2011<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">It had been the same damned nightmare again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I’d been experiencing what the doctor called <i>night terrors</i> ever since receiving the news that Mairi had been
declared dead. The love of my fucking life… <i>dead</i>.
There were no words to describe the physical pain knotting my insides every
time I realised it was true and not just a cruel dream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">There had been no body to bury. But apparently that’s not uncommon when
people are lost up the side of a mountain like K2. People can lie undiscovered
for years up there, so I’m told.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Sobering thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The stupid thing was that I wasn’t even there when it happened, but for
some bizarre reason my psyche had built up its own series of events and
insisted on torturing me with the movie of Mairi’s death every time I closed my
eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">What I wouldn’t give
for a peaceful night’s sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I’d taken on extra work whenever I wasn’t on the water. The boat was
only a seasonal thing anyway. And although tourists loved the area surrounding
the bridge over the Atlantic, taking a trip out on <i>Little Blue</i> on choppy water wasn’t for fainthearted, unseasoned
sailors. So I’d taken on work as a handyman. I was fixing taps, sealing sinks,
unblocking drains. Oddly, all the jobs seemed to be water related. Maybe that
was because I had a combination of water and single malt running through ma veins.
Who knows?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Keeping busy was my intention. Being occupied was the only thing
stopping me from slipping into a deep depression, and I knew all too well how
easy it would’ve been just to let go and fall into the abyss like Mairi did in
my nightmares.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I’d met her when I was out walking. I’d pretty much given up hope of
ever falling in love for real. I’d had a shot at it before—Alice was her name,
but the less said about her right now the better. But life likes to throw in
curveballs every so often. And so there I was up by the Buckle, taking in the
scenery and fresh air, when this fiery-haired girl tripped over her laces and
into my arms. She had the most stunning smile I’d ever seen. And her eyes…
Let’s just say when she gazed up at me she melted my heart. We chatted for ages
and it was just… so <i>natural</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I was never going to be the same again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Our relationship progressed quickly and was <i>very</i> physical. I was a fair few years older than her but I had no
trouble keeping up, if you know what I mean. I loved every inch of her body
with a passion I’d never experienced before. It was raw and real. I’d sit
watching her as she studied maps and reference books about climbing. Every so
often she’d glance up and catch me staring and she’d just smile, climb into my
lap, and kiss me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">After Alice and I split—I won’t bore you with the details just yet,
let’s just say that she was a nasty piece of work who messed with my head and
broke my heart, more than once—I swore off love and all it entailed. I didn’t <i>need</i> a woman in my life. Or so I
thought. But when I lost Mairi, it was like someone had ripped out ma heart and
stamped on it whilst I watched. The pain was excruciating.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Physical, gut-twisting pain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I felt sure they’d gotten it wrong. She went to K2 with experienced
climbers. <i>She</i> was an experienced
mountaineer too. It’d been her dream for so long. I wasn’t about to stand in
her way, and the thought that she may not come back never even entered my head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Not being able to say goodbye was the worst thing. The small memorial
service we held was devoid of emotion. It was as if her friends and family were
in some kind of denial.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I think<i> </i>I was too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Thinking back to the morning she left for the trip broke my heart, but I
couldn’t stop myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">June 2010<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Her long, titian curls fanned out on the pillow beside me and she smiled
as she slept. She was exposed to me from the waist up and I lay there on my
side, willing her to awaken. I wasn’t going to see her for months and I wanted
to get my fill whilst I still could. I gently stroked her chin, down between
her creamy bare breasts to her navel. It was cruel but I wanted her to open her
eyes. Instead she whacked my hand away and muttered expletives. I burst out
laughing, trying my best to do it quietly but failing miserably.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She picked up one of the spare pillows and hit me on the head with it,
making me chuckle again. “Gregory McBradden, you’re a total shit. I was having
a really sexy dream,” she whined, eyes still closed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I leaned in. With my mouth next to her ear, I whispered, “Open your eyes
and let’s make your dream come true, love.” That got her every time. Goose
bumps pricked her skin and she moaned. Her eyes sprang open and she pounced on
me, pushing me onto my back and straddling my waist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">God, she was so beautiful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I gazed up at her. Her pert breasts begging for my touch. I was already
hard, but seeing her like this did something to my insides and brought out the
animalistic side of me. I gripped her hips as I inhaled a deep breath, trying
my best to calm the furnace raging beneath my skin. As she bent to take my
mouth in a deep, sensual kiss, her hair cascaded to my chest. Our tongues
slipped and slid together in an erotic dance, and every nerve in my body sprang
to life just for her. Every fibre of my being was drawn to her; needed her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I swept the hair back from her face and fixed my eyes on hers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Do you know how much I love you, Mairi? Do you know how much I’m going
to miss you when you’re gone? It doesn’t matter how far apart we are. You’re
still in here,” I said, touching my head. “And in here.” I touched my chest
over my heart. She stared silently at me for a moment and then closed her eyes.
A tear slipped down her cheek and I caught it with my thumb. “Hey, what’s
wrong?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She inhaled deeply. “Nothing. I’m just… really nervous about the whole
trip. K2 has been my dream for so long, but now… I’m terrified. What if I’m not
fit enough? What if I can’t do it, Greg?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I slid my calloused hands up her smooth, taut thighs where they gripped
me, to the dip between her hip and waist as my eyes followed the journey of my
fingers. I swallowed hard at the feel of her muscles tightening under my
caress, and my breath caught in my throat as I replied, “Come on, love, you <i>are</i> fit enough and strong enough. You’ve
been working towards this for so long, how could you not be? You’re bound to be
nervous. But you’re fulfilling a dream, and there’s not many folk can say
they’ve done that. You’ll be fine. Absolutely fine. But I might not be.” I
stuck out my bottom lip, trying to lighten the mood. “My heart might break into
a million pieces when I’m left here by mysel’. What will I do?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">She bent and kissed my nose. And then with a sexy smile, she smoothed
her hands down my chest and it was my turn to shiver.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“You’ll have to dream of me naked on top of you like this, and that’ll
cheer you up.” She rolled her hips, making me bite my lip.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I inhaled deeply. “Aye, I suppose it will. But having you back here
again so I can do this again…” In one sweep of my arms I had her beneath me, my
body between her silky thighs. I sank into her, pleasure radiating from where
we were joined. “… is what I’ll be looking forward to.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">A breathy moan escaped through her full lips. She closed her eyes as she
welcomed me in and slipped her arms around my neck. I kissed her everywhere I
could reach, taking each nipple into my mouth slowly and nibbling on the little
buds as they tightened. Gasping, she fixed her eyes on mine as I moved deep
within her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Overwhelming emotions ripped through me as I made love to her. My Mairi.
I took in every sensation and every look; my heart aching at the thought of
being apart from her for so long. As she pulsed around me and her orgasm took
her soaring off into the stratosphere, I kept my gaze locked on hers, hoping I
was conveying everything through my eyes that I couldn’t put into words, and I
followed soon after.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Afterwards, we lay there in each other’s arms for what felt like hours.
I was unwilling to let her go, telling myself I’d hold her for a few minutes
more. When she eventually withdrew from my embrace, I lay back and fought the
fears niggling deep within me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Stupid fears.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">What if she meets someone who’s more her age? What if she meets someone
who loves climbing the way she does? What if she doesn’t miss me as much as I
miss her? What if she loves it so much out there that she decides to stay? What
if? What if? What fucking if?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">A couple of hours later we set off to the airport, and for the first
part of the journey we both sat in silent contemplation. There were so many
things I wanted to say, but the words never came and I cursed myself for being
so fucking useless at expressing myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Luckily, she knew what I was like. I’d spent the day before looking for
songs to express how I felt and I’d made a CD. The silence in the car was
deafening and so I reached over and hit play. I made eye contact with her for a
few moments as the opening chords to “I Will Remember You” by Ryan Cabrera
filled the small space between us. Turning my eyes back to the road, I saw her
in my peripheral vision, wiping her eyes as her lip trembled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">At the airport I pulled her into my arms and held her against my chest.
I knew she must have felt the rapid pounding of my heart as we stood inside the
terminal. Tears threatened. My eyes were desperate to give them up, but I tried
so hard not to make the situation more difficult than it already was.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I pulled away and gazed into her emerald eyes
one last time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">My voice wavered as I told her, “I’m not going to say goodbye because I
hate that word and we’ll be back together before you know it anyway. So I’m
going to say have a great time and stay safe. And know that I’ll be thinking of
you every moment whilst you’re gone.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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away. I fisted my hands in her hair and returned the kiss with equal passion.
When I eventually pulled away, I cupped her face in my hands and stroked the
apples of her cheeks with my thumbs. “It’s just a few months, love. Go and show
’em what you’re made of, eh?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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tears spilled from her eyes as she let go and turned to walk away. All my fears
bubbled to the surface once again and I couldn’t hold back. “I love you, Mairi.
And one day I want to marry you!” I shouted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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what’s on my mind without thinking about the consequences, and this was one of
those times. I was filled with dread. Had I just given her a ticket to
Get-Out-Ville? Again, fuck! My heart hammered like it was trying to do a
fucking runner and my mouth went dry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Mairi halted in her tracks and I froze. She turned to face me, her mouth
open in what I can only describe as utter, mind-frying shock. I swallowed hard,
my mind racing to find something to say to take the words back. But a beautiful
smile appeared on her face. She ran toward me and flung her arms around my
neck, her legs around my waist. Everyone around us applauded as I hugged her
into my body before letting her go and setting her down again. With one last
heart-melting smile she stroked my cheek, turned, and walked away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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too young to become a grandmother?) and delivered the news that the baby has
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the middle of a bookstore, floundering to regain her equilibrium as her
carefully ordered world tumbles willy-nilly around her. Instead of making a
relatively simple decision about which book to buy, she’s spent an hour
waffling between two titles and trying (and failing) to come to grips with this
new reality she hasn’t had nearly enough chance to prepare for. It’s not that
she hasn’t already fallen head over heels in love with baby Chloe, but this is
something she’s not equipped to handle—she can’t even choose a self-help book
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professionals blithely insist she’ll forget all about special needs the moment
she sees her grandchild for the first time. Even the too-good-to-be-true,
optimistic fellow customer she encounters in the aisle of the bookstore seems
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obviously compassionate and knows a lot about Downs, but Linda is in no way
interested in striking up a conversation with him, let alone a friendship, no
matter how intriguing he is… until he performs a random act of kindness she
can’t ignore.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Monroe had been jaded. Her husband’s death only compounded the lies she’d only
come to learn about. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Clayton
North knows a thing or two about loss. He figured it was fate for him to meet
Vivian Monroe. He’ll take on the challenge of helping her mend her heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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new friendships and new romance, Vivian must let go of her pain and face the
woman who helped Adam Monroe weave his deceptive web.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Genre: Fiction, Family Life</div>
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Release Date: August 7, 2014</div>
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<i>A Painted Room<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>The best day in a
parent’s life turns into the worst.</i>For expectant parents, the origins of a
new life are usually accompanied by excitement, anticipation and just a touch
of anxiety about the future. There are classes to attend, prams to buy, and of
course, the baby's room has to be painted.</div>
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This description fits Gary and Melinda quite nicely - except
Gary hasn't painted the baby's room yet. He finally gets around to starting the
job, but Melinda's water breaks before he finishes the first coat. </div>
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From there, the situation rapidly deteriorates. Their baby,
Justin, is born via caesarean. Shortly after the birth Justin experiences
breathing difficulties and is transferred to intensive care a few hours later. </div>
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The story follows Gary over a tumultuous few days as Justin
undergoes emergency treatment. Gary and Melinda quickly discover that when a
baby's life is on the line, it doesn't really matter whether or not you have a
painted room.</div>
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<b>About Pete Abela</b></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuKUPFHPqIckZli8743Dvzx5P6tgef_P_tWUVNdjd9dXbr27wtkDfpQ7EvDeuQeWrUZiUM6tG9Xy0MQetfbKoszZ0YVVAolnEquDQWlY89HUeUcjdLyAg3IAorFVBxDRxBFBDFBIK49_KP/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuKUPFHPqIckZli8743Dvzx5P6tgef_P_tWUVNdjd9dXbr27wtkDfpQ7EvDeuQeWrUZiUM6tG9Xy0MQetfbKoszZ0YVVAolnEquDQWlY89HUeUcjdLyAg3IAorFVBxDRxBFBDFBIK49_KP/s1600/Untitled.jpg" height="320" width="290" /></a>Pete heralds from the city of Wollongong, just south of
Sydney in the state of New South Wales, Australia, where he lives with his wife
and four kids. His love of reading eventually led him to take up writing, a
difficult task which presents rewards and challenges in equal measure. <i>A Painted Room</i> is Pete’s second book,
and follows his debut novel, <i>Wings</i>
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company of his family, Pete likes to sneak away for a bit of exercise – either
tennis, golf or a refreshing swim. </div>
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(http://peteabela.com). The blog contains a number of bad jokes and puns. You
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Twitter: @PeteAbela</div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Melinda waddled into
the bedroom, looked at the display on the luminous alarm clock and frowned.
Shaking her head, she trudged across the room and pulled herself slowly onto
the bed, wincing as her back registered its habitual protest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She looked down at her
body, an expression of displeasure crossing her pretty face. A couple of
varicose veins featured prominently on her once smooth and unblemished legs.
She removed the chain from around her neck and unthreaded the wedding band.
Holding the ring in one hand, she tried to place it on her swollen ring finger first
then her pinkie, but could not get past the first knuckle with either of them.
Shaking her head, she replaced the ring on the chain. Her pajama top stretched
tightly over her eight-month belly. She tried to pull the top down to cover the
exposed band of skin at the bottom of her tummy, and snorted in disgust when it
sprang back, once again revealing her stretch marks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Melinda picked up a
piece of paper from the bedside table and examined it closely. It did not give
her any more joy than the sight of her pregnant body had. In fact, she scowled
as she perused the paper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">It was a list of jobs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A long list of jobs and
only a few of them had been crossed out. The spare bedroom still needed to be
cleaned out and painted. The cot required assembly and the plastic bags full of
nappies, bibs, clothes and toys still remained unsorted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A leather bound diary
lay on the bed. Melinda turned to the yearly planner page and placed her finger
on a prominently circled date. She counted backwards, a week at a time on her
fingers, stopping at four. She looked from the list to her fingers and back
again with pursed lips. Reaching across to the alarm clock, she fiddled with
the settings. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The jangle of keys at
the front door interrupted her. She looked up expectantly, and then composed
her features to remove any trace of welcome. The keys were dropped, and a male
voice swore. The jangling resumed and the front door opened. Melinda sat back
on the bed with her arms crossed and looked down at her watch. “It's about
time,” she greeted him icily. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Hello to you too,”
replied Gary.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Don't give me hello.
Where have you been?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I just had a few boys
with the drinks,” slurred Gary. “It's not even midnight. Why are you upset?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Where do I begin?”
asked Melinda. “For starters, you said you'd come straight home after soccer
and empty the spare room.” She picked up the list and waved it at Gary, before
throwing it in the air in disgust. Gary’s vacant eyes followed the list,
struggling to keep up with it as it floated gently to the floor. “You never
called and told me where you were. I've been stuck at home, resting under
doctor's orders, not able to have a drink, not supposed to do anything, bored
and uncomfortable. All the while, you're gallivanting around the country side,
getting drunk with your mates.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Gary threw his arms
into the air. “I've been going out with the boys for years. I don't know why
it's a problem all of a sudden.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Were you even
listening to me?” pleaded Melinda, a solitary tear trickling down her cheek. “I
can't go out. I can't occupy myself. I'm stuck at home alone. I need you here with
me.” She flicked the switch on the bedside lamp, sending the room into
darkness. “I'm going to sleep.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He fumbled and bashed
the alarm clock which had jolted him out of an unsettled sleep. He half-opened
one eye. The luminescent dials glowed brightly, searing into his glassy eyeball
like a hot poker. His befuddled brain struggled to make sense of his
surroundings. Was it Monday already? Surely not. It must be Sunday. But what
could cause the alarm to go off at quarter to six?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Melinda looked across
at him. “Morning dear,” she said in a loud and cheerful tone. “We've got a big
day today.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“A what?” Gary shook
his head. “What on earth is going on? What are you talking about?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“It's Sunday. We've got
a heap of jobs to do. You promised me we'd finish the painting today. And since
we didn't clear out the room yesterday afternoon, we're going to have to get up
early in order to finish.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Hold on a minute. Take
it back to the start,” commanded Gary. “Are you trying to tell me that you've woken
me up at sparrow's fart on a Sunday morning so I can empty the spare bedroom?
You must be crazy. I'm going back to sleep.” He rolled over, pulling the pillow
over his head and digging into the quilt. However, his pounding head and
cardboard tongue prevented him from relaxing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I think that's your
phone dear,” suggested Melinda with just the hint of a smile. “Why don't you
get it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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see I'm not going to get any more sleep this morning,” he grumbled as he
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legs and lower back were sore from the after-effects of the previous day's
soccer match, his right foot throbbed, and his head pounded as a result of his
night on the town. “But I don't think I'm going to be much good to anyone in
this state.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“It might be good for
you,” suggested Melinda. “You'll need some practice operating in a
sleep-deprived state for when the baby comes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“How about this for a
deal?” asked Melinda. “It's the best offer you're likely to get all day. If you
go and get started on the bedroom, I'll whip up some bacon and eggs for
breakfast. I'll chuck in a couple of Beroccas as well. That'll get you into the
day, and hopefully we'll get the things done we need to.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I might need to take
something before I start,” admitted Gary. “However, I did promise to do the
painting, so I'll take you up on your offer.” He paused. “I’m sorry for last
night as well. I did mean to come home straight after soccer. But I scored the
winning goal and now we're in the Grand Final. The boys pestered me to come
out. I was just going to have one drink but once I got there, I couldn't say
no. I drank one, and then someone else put another drink in front of me.” He
walked to Melinda’s side of the bed, knelt down and took her hand. “I'm sorry I
didn't come home on time. I'm sorry I didn't call you to let you know where I
was, and I'm sorry I didn't clean the baby's room last night. I'll try to make
up for it today, even if it kills me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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results of his work with pride. Despite feeling sore and lethargic, he had
worked diligently and made large inroads into his task of cleaning the spare
room in preparation for painting. Most of the cleared debris stemmed from the
numerous holidays taken over their nine years together. A pile of suitcases,
photo albums and souvenirs from all corners of the globe stood in a neat pile
in the hallway, ready to be placed in the attic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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he entered the kitchen. “Brekkie smells good. The room's looking good too.
Another half hour and I think we'll be ready for painting, so there's no reason
I shouldn't get this done today.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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smile warmly as she carried his steaming plate to the table. “That sounds
great. It’ll be a big load off my mind.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Gary picked up his
knife and fork. “Nothing but the best for you, my dear.” He tucked ravenously
into the food on his plate. “This is good. It really hits the spot. Even though
I've made some good progress this morning, I think I was running on empty.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Eat up then,” said
Melinda. “You've got a busy day in front of you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He looked at her
curiously. “I know it's an important job, although I'm not sure I understand
why you're so keen to get it done today. We've still got a few weeks to go.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“There are no
guarantees about the timing - the baby could come tomorrow.” She patted her
bulging belly. “Looking at the size of me, it's hard to imagine I could get
much bigger. And besides, there are lots of other jobs that are waiting on this
one. Now that I've finished work, I can potter around during the week in my own
time and apply the finishing touches.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Gary looked at her with
concern. “Don't forget that Dr. Downing said you have to take it easy. After
all, that's the reason you've finished work. You're meant to be putting your
feet up to ensure your blood pressure doesn't rise any further.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“The biggest thing
that's likely to have an impact on my blood pressure is if you don't finish the
painting.” Melinda smiled to show that she joked, although Gary could tell
there was a degree of truth in the statement. “If I wait for you, the jobs will
never get done. I won't push myself. Even if I only spend an hour or two a day,
I'll be able to keep myself occupied plus continue to get ready.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Not long to go now,”
said Gary. “Your blood pressure will drop, your belly will disappear and things
will go back to normal.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Melinda raised an
eyebrow. “Back to normal? Are you joking?” She circled until she was opposite
Gary and leaned forward with both hands on the table. “The changes are just
about to start. Life as we know it will never be the same once this little
bundle pops out.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“How hard can it be?”
Gary dipped the last piece of toast into the remains of his egg yolk and
scoffed it down. “Sure, we might be sleep-deprived for a while, but that never
hurt anyone.” He yawned. “Well, not much anyway. People have been having babies
for thousands of years, and doing it without any of the modern conveniences we
have. I'm sure we'll be fine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“That's not what my
girlfriends tell me,” commented Melinda. “They divide their lives into two -
Before Baby and After Baby – and if they are to be believed, there is no
comparison between the two.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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mouth. “I'm sure we'll be able to cope,” he said as he turned and walked back
to the bedroom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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sheet across the floor in an attempt to cover the carpet before Gary could
spill any paint on it. He looked at her. “Sit down, love. You need to rest and
leave me to paint.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Melinda looked up. “I'm
happy for you to do the painting. Just make sure you keep the floor covered.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“No problem, Melinda.
I'm going fine. Just relax. You can sit there and watch if you like.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Melinda smiled at Gary.
A surge of affection rose unbidden within her. Gary looked like a big kid,
dressed in his daggiest tracksuit pants and a faded Billy Joel t-shirt. Blobs
of paint were in evidence everywhere – on his shirt, on his pants and even one
large smear across his left cheek. His thinning black hair was dishevelled and
his paint-smudged face managed to simultaneously convey expressions of impish
mischievousness and gentle concern.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Melinda sank into the
large, padded armchair purchased for night feeds. She rested her feet on a
convenient paint tin and eased her neck and head into the back of the chair.
The long, slow strokes of the roller travelling up and down the wall possessed
a strangely hypnotic quality. She sat in silence, her eyes following the
roller's progress as it transformed the wall from a dull peach to a light and
airy green.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You look like you're
falling asleep,” observed Gary.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Melinda sat up with a
start. “Sorry – just day-dreaming, remembering how long it took to get
pregnant.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I kind of miss those
days,” said Gary. “Too much was never enough.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Melinda laughed. “As I
recall, you were doing it pretty tough. In fact -”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Melinda paused
mid-sentence. She touched her thighs with her hands and sat up straight in her
chair. She looked down at the ground.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“In fact what?” A look
of concern crossed Gary's face. “Are you all right?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Fatal Jealousy<o:p></o:p></div>
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Twins Ellsa and Ellie are completely different in character,
personality, taste and interests. Apart from the striking resemblance to each
other, they share the one thing siblings shouldn’t…. the same taste in men. </div>
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They keep falling for the same man, creating a quiet rivalry
between them. Determined not to let a man come between them ever again, Ellie
and Ellsa agree to stay away from each others relationships. But when they meet
Dale Carson, an FBI agent and a bachelor, their love lives are turned upside down. </div>
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Ellie’s passion for love and art, and most importantly, him. What starts as a
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evidence stacked up against her. She is implicated in the brutal murders of her
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that take me on a ride of wild emotions. Books have always been an escape for
me, for a few hours I love to live the lives of characters I grow to cherish
and admire. I’ve always had an active imagination and because of it I’ve lived
in my head more than I have been in the outside world. I’ve always imagined
scenarios and wondered how it would turn out in the end, and what kind of
emotions it would invoke. I began writing down the many stories in my head in
2010.</div>
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I have a Diploma in Law
and I’m currently in my last year for my BA in International Studies.</div>
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Writing was never a
career path for me it was just a release as fashion design is my true passion,
and now writing has become a vital part of me and my family as my twin sister
(M.O.) is also a writer.</div>
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I hope to always continue
with my love of writing no matter what the future holds for me.</div>
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turned to the man. He was one of the few men she liked at this thing. Who knew
speed dating was so boring. If they’d thrown in a few rich men then she’d have
something to talk to them about. She didn’t care about their children, ex-wives
and their pathetic struggle to amount to something. She wasn’t a shrink!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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character. For Ellsa, if she couldn’t have love, she had no problem with the
bank account. Love had never been kind to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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man had the looks and the money to back it, but he had no presence. He was
completely unsure of himself and probably easy to manipulate. She smiled, <i>penthouse here I come!</i> “No. I’m good. So
how may I help you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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smiled, “You could write down a phone number for me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garmond","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Ellsa
pulled out her business card, “I hope this is your way of asking me out on a
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took the card and glanced at it, “Actually I was hoping you’d give me your
sister’s number.” He turned to where she was. She was holding a bottle of beer
and laughing with the bartender. “She wouldn’t give it to me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garmond","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Ellsa
turned away from him, beyond annoyed! “Too bad, I don’t have it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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