My Pretty Lady
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by Marilyn Gardiner
Description: As a widow, Ellen is confronted with decisions that she feels inadequate to make. For the first time she must take charge of her own life and that of her three almost-grown daughters. Loneliness and fear of inadequacy sap her energy, the girls drain her emotionally and the first man he dates--well, the dating scene has changed drastically from what she remembered. When she meets Drew Yardley, a man with a wonderful sense of the ridiculous, the middle child violently rejects him, another tells her to "go for it, Mom," and yet another rebels but gives in finally to his charm. The biggest obstacle of all, however, is the fact that Drew is already married, and there is no option of divorce. The timing and circumstance is incredibly wrong for Ellen and Drew. As they wrestle with the integrity of an impossible situation, the middle daughter slides deeper and deeper into a troubled world, complicating any decisions they make. Ellen realizes she will have to choose between one of her children and Drew.
eBook Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc., 2002 Wings ePress, Inc
eBookwise Release Date: July 2004
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [375 KB]
Reading time: 245-343 min.
She ran the water chest deep, added bath oil and gingerly stepped in. The water came up around her body and enfolded her in delicious warmth as she settled down and leaned back.
"This is heavenly," she called to Drew. "You should try it."
He came into the room and looked at her admiringly. "If you're going to look like a princess we may as well do it up right," he said, and knelt to light the fire. He stepped back when the blaze began to crackle and went to the sideboard and poured two glasses of something she couldn't see. When he turned he lifted an empty can of Dad's root beer. His eyes were smiling, but his mouth was solemn. "Somehow, this seemed appropriate."
Moving a small table close beside the tub he placed the cluster of daffodils on it, handed Ellen her glass, and sat down in a big chair.
Their eyes met and held across the silliness of a root beer toast. Ellen said softly, "I've never felt more elegant, or beloved, in my life."
Drew raised his glass to hers. "My love, I doubt if royalty is any more wealthy that we are, at this minute."
Solemnly they sipped their drink until Ellen, with a feathery pat at the bubbles, invited him to share her bath.
He shook his head, his eyes warm and caressing on hers. "Not this time. I want to enjoy looking at you." Then, he cocked his head and lifted one eyebrow. "Besides, you have to come out sooner or later, and that should be something to see."