Stranger at the Door. Laura Abbot

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      I didn’t hear him approach

      I only knew that when I raised my head, the handsomest man I’d ever seen was standing over me, hands in the pockets of his air force dress uniform pants. His head was slightly cocked to one side, a mischievous grin played on his lips, and he was studying me. My heart stopped.

      “Running away?” His voice was like warm brandy. He didn’t wait for my answer. “Mind if I join you?”

      “Are—are you sure?” I stammered.

      “Never surer of anything in my life,” he said, sitting down beside me. “I’ve been looking for you.”

      “For me?”

      “I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you all evening.”

      My breath caught. “Me?” I couldn’t think, much less converse, so caught was I in the tremulous quality of the moment.

      He slipped an arm around my bare shoulder and turned me toward him. “What I’d really like to do is kiss you.”

      And he did. All the fireworks and starbursts in the world were tame compared to the immediacy and power of that kiss. When we broke apart, he framed my face, brushed one finger across my cheek and with a lazy smile added, “And now I’m going to do it again.”

      Dear Reader,

      A writer often, wittingly or unwittingly, is influenced by events in her own life. I am no exception. By nature I am nostalgic and sentimental. Artifacts from the past—photographs, a pressed flower from a prom corsage, a birth announcement—transport me to a treasured moment or a special person. So it is with the billiken, which inspired Isabel and Sam Lambert’s love story.

      The billiken, a small Buddha-esque figurine with a round belly, pixie ears and an impish grin, was the rage from approximately 1909 to 1912. My grandmother kept hers in a china cabinet crammed with dishes, glassware and tiny porcelain dolls. When she died, others took the valuable plates and crystal; I wanted the billiken. It has sat on my desk for forty years, waiting for its story—this story.

      The billiken asks the question “What would it mean in life if things were as they ought to be?” Would dreams come true? Can life’s dark moment become the way things were destined? Isabel and Sam’s relationship is tested by conflict, separation, tragedy and secrets. But in the end, the message is exactly as it should be: true love endures.

      Best,

      Laura Abbot

      P.S. I’d love to hear your reactions to

      Stranger at the Door. Please write me at

       P.O. Box 373, Eureka Springs, AR 72632,

       or e-mail me at [email protected].

      STRANGER AT THE DOOR

      Laura Abbot

      TORONTO • NEW YORK • LONDON

       AMSTERDAM • PARIS • SYDNEY • HAMBURG

       STOCKHOLM • ATHENS • TOKYO • MILAN • MADRID

       PRAGUE • WARSAW • BUDAPEST • AUCKLAND

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      Books by Laura Abbot

      HARLEQUIN SUPERROMANCE

      970—A COUNTRY PRACTICE

      1059—YOU’RE MY BABY

      1101—A SUMMER PLACE

      1162—MY NAME IS NELL

      1191—THE WRONG MAN

      1300—SECOND HONEYMOON

      This book is dedicated

       to my special Thursday-morning friends

       who are such blessings to me and without whose

       unfailing encouragement and unconditional love,

       I would be so much the poorer.

      CONTENTS

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      PROLOGUE

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      CHAPTER TWELVE

      CHAPTER THIRTEEN

      CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      EPILOGUE

      Acknowledgments

      For detail concerning the United States Air Force

       and the experiences of Vietnam-era pilots

       and their families, I am deeply indebted to

       Lieutenant Colonel Lyle E. Stouffer USAF (Ret)

       and Lieutenant Colonel Jack Anderson USAF

       (Ret). My thanks go also to their wives, Mary Jo

       and Rosemary, for additional insights and help.

       Any errors of fact are mine.

      PROLOGUE

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