A Mom For Christmas. Lorraine Beatty

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Название A Mom For Christmas
Автор произведения Lorraine Beatty
Жанр Современные любовные романы
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      A Christmas Reunion

      Noah Carlisle is surprised to see first love Beth Montgomery back in Dover. Beth left their small Mississippi town—and him—years ago for a ballet career. Now the only female in Noah’s life is his daughter, and he won’t risk their future for a temporary reunion with Beth. Home to rehab her knee, Beth counts the days to resume her career—until she sees her long-ago beau. Celebrating Christmas with the handsome man and his adorable child, Beth wonders if the dreams worth chasing were always right in her own backyard. Can she stay and be Noah’s second chance and his daughter’s Christmas wish—a gift-wrapped mom under the tree?

      It was like old times.

      They were talking again, like when they were teenagers. But Noah wasn’t the same. The lanky, nerdy teen was now a man. A father.

      He glanced over at her, his blue eyes clouded. “When I found out you’d joined the ballet company and never bothered to tell me, I figured—” He stared straight ahead, his jaw flexing.

      Beth longed to reach out to him. Years ago she’d shut him out of her life. And then so had his ex. All he’d wanted was to make a family with his little girl, and his dream had been shattered.

      “I’m sorry, Noah. I didn’t mean to cut you out of my life.”

      “We can’t go back and change the past, Beth. But we can learn from it.”

      “Can we call a truce? For Chloe? After all, it’s Christmas.”

      Finally he looked at her. “Sure. For Chloe and for Christmas.”

      Wasn’t that what she wanted? So why did her heart still ache? Because just like old times, being friends with Noah wasn’t enough.

      LORRAINE BEATTY was raised in Columbus, Ohio, but now calls Mississippi home. She and her husband, Joe, have two sons and five grandchildren. Lorraine started writing in junior high and is a member of RWA and ACFW, and is a charter member and past president of Magnolia State Romance Writers. In her spare time she likes to work in her garden, travel and spend time with her family.

      A Mom for Christmas

      Lorraine Beatty

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      You shall have no other gods before Me.

      —Exodus 20:3

      To Jovetta Ealy, a woman after God’s heart, and in loving memory of her sons, Marco and Willie.

       Acknowledgments

      To Jon Young, who shared his structural

      engineering expertise with me, and who,

      when I told him what I wanted to do to my hero,

      didn’t blink, but proceeded to tell me

      how to make it happen.

      To Katie Lohr, the ballerina the Lord

      literally placed in my car. Her knowledge

      and experience with ballet and with

      Ballet Magnificat added so much to Beth’s story.

      Dr. Brad Kennedy, DC, who always

      has the perfect solution to any injury

      I decide to inflict upon my characters.

      I couldn’t have written this book without

      the three of you.

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

       About the Author

       Title Page

       Bible Verse

       Dedication

       Acknowledgments

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Dear Reader

       Extract

       Copyright

       Chapter One

      The air in the enclosed stairwell reeked of age, and the timeworn wooden stairs creaked with each step. The glass in the old-fashioned door rattled in protest when Bethany Montgomery grasped the knob and pushed it open.

      She stepped from the narrow staircase leading to her apartment above her mother’s real estate office and inhaled deeply. Even here in the broad recessed entry of the downtown building, the air was tinged with the scent of degrading metal and aged wood. The tiny black-and-white octagonal tiles on the floor from over a hundred years ago completed the picture. Everything in her hometown of DoOver, aka Dover, Mississippi, was old. And at the moment she felt the same. Old, worn-out and irrelevant. And in need of a major do-over.

      Unlocking the door to the right, she entered the office