George Bentley had mastered the art of negotiation, so he recognized his mother's "favor-for-a-friend" plea for what it was: matchmaking. Worse, the favor was Amy Richards, a girl who'd been oil to his water once. Now, to his shock, George found himself wanting to spend 24/7 with the spirited beauty instead of on business—especially when he learned why she'd unexpectedly relocated.
Amy was expecting.
Suddenly, George's urge to care for Amy and her fatherless child rivaled his urge to climb the corporate ladder, making him wonder if his mother's wedding wish wasn't so off-the-wall. With Amy, George had bride and baby all lined up. Now all they needed was love…
Doreen Roberts Hight is the best-selling author of sixty-plus books which have sold all over the world. You can find her on Facebook, Pinterest, Goodreads and various review sites. Her upstairs/downstairs mystery series featuring the Pennyfoot Hotel will release the 20th book in the series in November.
I was born in England, shortly before the outbreak of WW II. (Yes, I really was!) I spent the war years in London, spending most of my time between school and air raid shelters. When things got a little noisy outside the shelters, and everyone was too scared to sing, I'd get up and start telling a story, making it up as I went along. Before long word got around, and I was asked to entertain on a regular basis. Thus the storyteller was born.
It was many, many years, however before I actually saw my stories in print. My first publishing effort was a letter to the children's page of a British national newspaper. It described how our cat would thrust one paw through the letter box in our front door and hit the doorknocker with the other paw. When we opened the door the cat walked in. It was months before any of us realized why no one was at the door when we answered it. Anyway, I was eight years old and I got paid for the letter. My first sale!
The second came nearly fifty years later. (I'm a late bloomer.) In between I enjoyed a short career on the stage as one half of a sister act, until I emigrated to the United States. That put pay to my stage career, but I kept my hand in by playing piano and singing at a local English-style pub every month on British Night. I worked as a receptionist, accountant, office manager, executive secretary and for a change of pace, a salad maker in a restaurant. I actually worked with the first prototype computer. It took up the entire room, with tapes almost as big as me. The noise of all those wheels whirring around was distracting. How far we've come in such a short time.
My son was born in 1968, and during the first few months of his life I stayed home and renewed my interest in writing. The first manuscript I had the nerve to submit was accepted by Silhouette Books in 1987, and my new career began.
I wrote my first book on a typewriter. I often say that if computers hadn't been invented, I would not be a writer today. As it was, graduating to a computer changed my life. Back then, comparatively few people had access to a chat room. Those who did were usually savvy computer types, business people and writers. With my thirty year marriage breaking up, the chat rooms became salvation. I found companionship, friendship and eventually love.
He lived on the east coast, I lived on the west. That was in 1993, when computer time was charged by the minute. When our computer and phone bills added up to $1500 a month, we decided it would be cheaper to get together. We met for the first time at the airport in Portland, Oregon, and the next day drove across the country to Philadelphia. I had to call my sister and close friends every night to reassure them that I wasn't with an axe murderer. A year later we were married in Las Vegas on our way back to Oregon, where we've lived happily ever since. Now, how's that for romance!
Una historia que hubiera tenido todo para ser buena, si la hubiera desarrollado. Una novela escasa, pasaba de ser amigos a besarse apasionadamente en un suspiro. Como si la autora hubiera querido pasar rapido ciertos temas. Demasiado light.
A story that would have had everything to be good, if he had developed it. A scarce novel, they went from being friends to kissing passionately in one breath. As if the author wanted to skip certain topics quickly. Too light.
'Georgie Porgie pudding pie, kissed the girls and made them cry!' with that refrain from his tortured childhood still ringing in his head, George embarks on the unwanted task of showing his childhood nemesis around town. Little Amy is now full grown, as lively and spirited as when she was a child, she wants to shake up George's staid world. Beinging left alone, pregnent by another man, is one thing that really rock's his world.