I wasn't always the law–abiding, churchgoing young woman I am today.Not too long ago I did shameful things and then ran far away. Not even my beloved fi ancé, youth minister Greg Whitten, knows the truth about my past. But now my worst nightmare has come true.Someone has pictures of the old me and is sending them to me, to Greg, to the church. And if I want to live happily ever after–if I want to live at all–I'll need my newfound faith and Greg's love more than ever.
The drawings in this book are a selection from 365 which together made up my diary for last year. Each day I recorded pictorially an event that had amused me or puzzled me, or a remark or snatches of an overheard conversation that stimulated me, and thus I built up my pictures of a year.Here, then, are some days from my life which I hope will amuse you and give you pleasure and perhaps a little puzzlement. Vladimir Fuka.Издательство: ArtiaСерия:
To: Lauren, Maggie, Julia, SharonFrom: JenDate: 11/01RE: Due date–1 month!You've got to help me! Since my fiance died, his ruthless father wants custody of my baby. It's true he's wealthy, but he won't love my son as I do. So I need to stop him. What if I say someone else is the father? I've been thinking about my boss, Matt Holder. I wonder what he'd do if I said he was my baby's father–and my fiance? He's passing by the office now–and he smiled at me!Gotta go!
My life hasn't been what you'd call easy lately…Last year I, Teddi Bayer Gallo, nearly killed my husband. This year he's nearly my ex. Last year money grew on trees. This year if my three delicious children and I don't eat, my new interior decorating business might survive. Last year I'd never seen a dead person up close. But this year I've just discovered one. And it's my first paying client….Can things get worse? Well, the police could suspect my partner, Bobbie, and me of doing the woman in. Then there's my mother, June, who even through all her newly acquired plastic surgery can still give me «the look.» And I could fall for sexy detective Drew Scoones, who has fingered Bobbie as his prime suspect.I mean, really, can you say no to the police?
Someone or something is toying with me. This character is absolutely ruthless, it keeps testing me, constantly changing the mise-en-scène. At first I do not recognize it, I just observe and interact with the reality around me. But after a while I see my companion and sometimes even understand what it wants. This thing is myself, the reality itself and everything above it, my reflection in the shards of all the mirrors across the Universe. This is both exciting and terrifying.
I found God. I know, I'd said it once before, to get out of trouble, but this time it's true.I was drawn to a church, and this one hymn, about saving a wretch like me, touched me. So did the reverend, speaking about love, redemption, mercy and grace. It was nothing like the church my mother dragged me to as a kid, trying to keep me from the family life of petty crime.Next thing I knew, tears were rolling down my face as I felt…healed. But does my stiff-necked parole officer believe me? No! How can I convince Brandon Fairchild that this conversion – and the feelings I'm having for this good-looking man – aren't just a con game?
Subject: OVER MY HEAD!From: cooper…bryant@bryantdevelopment…comTo: ty…bryant@bryantdevelopment…comYou know me too well to call me a hero, but I rescued two strangers from this deadly blizzard after spotting their vehicle !in near white-out conditions. Now I'm sharing a secluded cabin with gorgeous Zoe Montgomery and her adorable infant. When I first started out, saving my precious ranch was all that mattered to me, but now…well, it's about all I can do to keep up with my new domestic duties and keep my eyes (and hands) off Zoe. But Cooper Bryant, devoted husband and dad? fhat would take a Christmas miracle….
On my cell-phone the time is 3.00am. I am not holding a religion in my hand to check the hour, just a cell phone to orient me. This is a June morning and it is cold here. I turn in my bed and close my eyes. The map of Kenya appears first vaguely on my mind. It has no in-land features but this shape I see is definitely hers. Burning borders. Red inside. It is not the red of wine or even Christmas. We are not in celebration. Inside burning borders she is a deep reddish brown color; angry red. Coffee red. It is a red which disturbs my mind. [....] The taste of injustice is bitter. It kills the minds and souls of the living. How do we close chapters of the pain of a nation without closure? You are new. I know you. I love you, Kenya. From your earth, your soil, I was created because it is your earth my parents ate. Yet still, I have to ask you if I can step on your soil today. If you can please accept me to walk on you here and there, for this I will always plead. My feet you see, are my heart! They love you. I feel your pain directly from the soil into my heart when I walk on you. And you have been hurt so many times.
You remember, last night? At the party? When you proposed to me?"Proposed… Sam hoarsely repeated, going pale. Natalie gave him a dewy look. «Yes. You went down on your knees, in front of them all… .» «On my… „ he breathed, with incredulity and horror. „Knees.“ She nodded.“And asked me to marry you. You put your signet ring on my finger and said it would do until we could get to a jeweler's to choose a real engagement ring, a sapphire to match my eyes. You remember, don't you, Sam?»
A Lady Risks AllIt would be unwise to mistake me for an innocent debutante – for years I have graced the smoky gloom of many a billiards club and honed my skills at my father’s side.But now he has a new protégé – a Captain Greer Barrington – and while my father would see me attract the attentions of an eligible lord, I, Mercedes Lockhart, have other ambitions… Even if that means seducing the Captain to earn back my father’s favour! I know I must avoid falling for Greer’s charming smile . . . but his sensual kisses could be worth the risk …A Lady DaresAccording to society, I, Elise Sutton, haven’t been a lady for quite some time – a lady couldn’t possibly run the family company and spend her days on London’s crowded, tar-stained docks. And she most certainly wouldn’t associate herself with the infamous Dorian Rowland – privateer, smuggler and The Scourge of Gibraltar himself!But I need Rowland and his specialised expertise, especially with the wolves circling, waiting for me to fail. I yearn to feel alive and Rowland, who can kiss like the devil, inflames my senses and makes me dare to break free …
You wouldn’t have been able to resist either, believe me!He broke down my defences as if they were paper. One dark, unfathomable glance from Alejandro, the notorious Duke of Alzacar, and I was his. It was only later that I realised why he’d seduced me, and I had no choice but to flee.Nine months on, he’s found me. No matter how my body and my heart react to him, I can never let the Duke take our son away from me. But Alejandro will stop at nothing. I have just one card left to play…Discover more at www.millsandboon.co.uk/jennielucas