Название: Learning to Hula
Автор: Lisa Childs
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Эротическая литература
Серия: Mills & Boon M&B
isbn: 9781472086884
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I don’t need chocolate. But right now I’m weak.
Leaving the box sealed, I reach through the broken window and pull out an individually wrapped cupcake. I shouldn’t be tempted. My stomach is full of good food—a delicately seasoned chicken breast, strawberries, walnuts and greens drizzled with light poppy-seed dressing. None of that is junk.
This is.
My hand closes around the wrapper. I should crush it…the way I crushed that whole display in Smiley’s. Instead I pop it open.
I have to know. I have to know why Rob couldn’t stop eating these things.
My hand is shaking as I lift the cupcake toward my mouth. The frosting oozes across my tongue now, melting. The cake is sweet and moist. The frosting is dark and bitter. The filling is creamy and sweet. The combination is euphoric.
And now I understand Rob.
Lisa Childs
Award-winning author Lisa Childs wrote her first book, a biography…of the family dog, when she was six. Now she writes romantic suspense and women’s fiction. The youngest of seven siblings, she holds family very dear, in real life and in her fiction, often infusing her books with compelling family dynamics. She lives in west Michigan with her husband, two daughters and a twenty-pound Siamese cat. For the latest on Lisa’s spine-tingling suspense and heartwarming women’s fiction, check out her Web site at www.lisachilds.com. She loves hearing from readers, who can also reach her at P.O. Box 139, Marne, MI 49435.
Learning to Hula
Lisa Childs
MILLS & BOON
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From the Author
Dear Reader,
One of my best friends is a widow, twice. I have always marveled at how strong this little, four-foot-nine, ninety-pound woman is to have survived losing not only one love of her life, but two. And she hasn’t just survived—she’s happy again.
I’ve wondered how I would handle such an unspeakable tragedy, to lose the man I love. My husband is one of those fun-loving, never-met-a-stranger types who makes me laugh every day. How would I laugh without him? Like the main character in Learning To Hula, I’m sure I’d focus on my children and lean on my family while I passed through all the stages of grief and, like Holly, I’d learn to hula and find happiness again. Being strong is more a state of mind than body.
Wishing you every happiness!
Lisa Childs
To: Tara Gavin, with deep appreciation, for your vision
and dedication to Harlequin NEXT. Thank you for
including my stories in this empowering, relevant series.
Jennifer Green, with special thanks, for your insight
and guidance. I love working with you!
Jenny Bent, my amazing agent, thank you for your
constant encouragement and unwavering support!
Mary Gardner, for always being a true friend.
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
STAGE 1
STAGE 2
STAGE 3
STAGE 4
STAGE 5
STAGE 6
STAGE 7
STAGE 8
STAGE 9
STAGE 10
STAGE 11
STAGE 12
STAGE 13
STAGE 14
STAGE 15
STAGE 16
STAGE 17
EPILOGUE
PROLOGUE
The experts say that when you suffer a loss, you pass through five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance.
Well, I’m certainly no expert despite all the experience I’ve been getting lately. But I think there are more than five. Or maybe I only think that because I’ve been through each stage so many times that I’ve stopped labeling them.
At any rate I know which stage the experts have omitted. Happiness. And I know you can find that stage again no matter what kind of loss you’ve suffered….
STAGE 1
Holly DeJong. That’s the name on the check. Not the signature, but on the payable-to line, which is good since that’s my name, and there are a lot of zeroes in the box after it.
A lot of zeroes but still not the most I’ve seen. I got a bigger check six months ago…when I buried my husband.
“Do you have any questions?” the bank manager asks.
I shake my head. My hand is shaking, too, as I pick up the pen I just used to sign all the documents; I endorse the back of the check and hand it to him. “Here, you take it.”
“Holly…”
“Do your magic with it, Keith,” I tell him. I’d given him the other check, too, and already the account he put it in has added zeroes to the original total.
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