In His Eyes [NOOK Book]

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Her young love for Connor Faraday had left her heartbroken. Although home designer Ellene Bordini had moved on, she'd never felt drawn to any other man — and never recovered from Connor's betrayal. Now, a decade later, Connor was back in her life…wanting her back in his life forever. Ellene's faith told her to forgive him and to accept the new man he'd become. While working in the brisk beauty of his Michigan island home, she rediscovered her lost love and bonded with the little girl he wanted to raise right. ...
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In His Eyes

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Her young love for Connor Faraday had left her heartbroken. Although home designer Ellene Bordini had moved on, she'd never felt drawn to any other man — and never recovered from Connor's betrayal. Now, a decade later, Connor was back in her life…wanting her back in his life forever. Ellene's faith told her to forgive him and to accept the new man he'd become. While working in the brisk beauty of his Michigan island home, she rediscovered her lost love and bonded with the little girl he wanted to raise right. Was this God's mysterious way of helping Ellene deal with the past…or paving the way for reconciliation?
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459201439
  • Publisher: Steeple Hill Books
  • Publication date: 1/17/2011
  • Series: Love Inspired Series , #361
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 371,355
  • File size: 396 KB

Meet the Author



Growing up in Michigan, award-winning novelist Gail Gaymer Martin loved to read and write her own stories. On her report card, her third-grade teacher wrote, "Gail is a good writer," but it took years before Gail began to think about writing as a second career. Instead Gail received her bachelor's degree from Wayne State University in Detroit and taught high school English and public speaking in Madison Heights, Michigan. After receiving a master's degree and taking post-master's classes, she became a licensed counselor. When she retired from public education in 1995, she became an adjunct instructor of English and public speaking for Davenport University in Warren, Michigan.

Gail began her career writing church programs and skits for children and adults published by Christian publishers. Using her counseling expertise, she wrote hundreds of parenting and teen articles for national magazines, as well as Sunday school materials and short stories. In 1997, Gail decided to follow her childhood dream and write fiction. She sold her first novel in 1998 to Barbour Publishing and another in 1999. The same year she sold her first novel to Steeple Hill Love Inspired. Besides romance, Gail writes romantic suspense and women's fiction. Today she has signed forty-four fiction contracts with nearly three million books in print. She is a columnist for the Spirit-Led Writer e-zine and is the author of Writing the Christian Romance.

Gail's books have been awarded a National Readers' Choice Award, two Booksellers' Best awards, two HOLT Medallions, a Winter Rose, the ACFW 2002 Book of the Year for Short Inspirational, and the 2002 Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice Award. She has sixteen book award finals to her credit. Two Barbour anthologies, which include Gail's novellas, ranked on the Christian Booksellers Association bestseller list in 2000 and 2001. Gail was also honored with the Heartsong Readers' 2008 Favorite Author of the Year award.

Gail is a cofounder of the 2,000-member American Christian Fiction Writers and serves on the advisory board. She is a member of three chapters of the Romance Writers of America: Great Detroit, Mid-Michigan and Faith Hope & Love. She is a member of the Advanced Speakers and Writers Association and a promotional group, Christian Authors Network.

A popular keynote speaker and workshop presenter, Gail speaks at libraries and writers' conferences across the U.S. and abroad. She is a keynote speaker at churches, as well as women's business and civic groups.

Gail loves to travel and has wonderful memories of her recent trips to Greece and Turkey as well as the British Isles where she has family. Her husband, Bob, also has family in Germany and Italy, and they enjoy traveling there. Gail is very active in her church, especially in the music program. She is a soloist, choir member and sings on the praise team, as well as plays handbells and hand chimes. Gail is a member of a renowned chorale in the Detroit area, the Detroit Lutheran Singers, and performs three to four series of concerts each year in the metropolitan area.

Gail lives in Michigan with her husband, Bob. She is the stepmother to two adult children: Dave, who has his own home, and daughter Brenda, who died of ovarian cancer in 2006. Visit Gail's Web site at gailmartin.com as well as her blog, Writing Fiction Right, at writingright-martin.blogspot.com for comprehensive lessons on writing fiction of all genres.
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"You want me to do what?"

Ellene Bordini's voice ricocheted around her office as she frowned at the telephone. She pursed her lips, waiting for her father's peevish voice to sail back at her.

Instead, she heard silence. "I'm sorry, Dad, but — "

"Come in here, Ellene. We need to talk."

His quiet voice struck her harder than a slap. She'd tried his patience, and his response had been far more gentle than she'd deserved.

"All right," she said, humbled by his manner. She hung up the phone and clasped her hands together to calm her reaction to his request.

She knew better than to attack her father. She knew because she loved him and because the Bible said to honor her parents.

A prickle ran up her arms as she thought about her brother. Her position in the construction company should have been his — had he been alive. Her dad was proud of the family business, and her goal was to prove she could handle it with a firm hand.

Ellene ran her fingers through her hair, pulling out knots at the ends. She disliked her natural curl about as much as she disliked talking with Connor Faraday, but that seemed to be what her father expected.

Checking her calendar, she speculated when she'd have time to call Connor Faraday. Her father's insistence let her know she wouldn't change his mind, but she'd try. How could she talk business with the man who'd broken her heart? Grasping her fortitude, she rose and strode from her small office into the corridor, then crossed the hall to her father's office.

She lifted her hand and paused, gathering her thoughts, then rapped her knuckles against the solid wood door. For a woman of twenty-nine, she still felt a child's reaction to facing her father. When he invited her in, she drew a lengthy breath and turned the knob.

Syl Bordini sat behind his desk with his back to the door, a telephone receiver pressed against his ear. When Ellene stepped inside, he swivelled to face her, a grim look wrinkling his brow. "I'll have Ellene call you today to set an appointment. Thanks again for thinking of us."

Ellene stood close to the door, hoping his lecture for snarling at him would be quick and painless, but when he lowered the receiver, he motioned toward a chair, his look more tender than she expected. She closed the door behind her and settled across from him.

"I'm sorry, Dad, for — "

He waved his hand to brush away her words.

"Ellene, this is our livelihood. Sometimes we must deal with people we'd rather not, but if they're honest and need our services, then we work with them. You wanted a position with the company, and I trusted that you could do the job."

He looked at her above his reading glasses, and she squirmed. "I can, Dad. Have I ever disappointed you?"

"Not at all. I'm pleased with your work. Very pleased."

A faraway look filled his eyes, and Ellene figured his thoughts had drifted to her brother who'd died in Bosnia.

His focus returned, and he shook his head. "Today I'm disappointed that you let the past influence your judgment. Business is business."

"I know business is business," she said. "But this is different, Dad. It's Connor. We were engaged, and it ended badly. We have other employees who could do the job."

"He asked for you."

The words jarred her. Why? She searched for a logical reason, but none came.

Her father leaned closer, his voice softer. "He said he trusts your judgment."

But she didn't trust Connor's. She sat speechless, her mind sorting out her father's words.

"Listen, Ellene," he said, rising. His voice sounded like the father from her childhood. He walked around the desk and drew up a chair beside her. "I understand your feelings, but time has passed. Ten years."

"Not quite eight," she said. To her it still seemed like yesterday.

"Haven't you ever made a mistake?"

The night Connor left stuck in her memory like a tack, but today, a bittersweet sensation rolled across her thoughts. "I've made bad choices, Dad, but — "

"Sin is sin. Mistakes are mistakes. The Bible teaches us to forgive so that God will forgive us our mistakes. I don't know what you expected of Connor. You ended the engagement. You need to move on with your life. You're both adults now."

"Connor's married, Dad. I have moved on."

Her father took her hand and held it, his strong fingers covering hers. The warmth spread up her arm giving her a sense of safety, the same as when she had been a little girl. "He trusts you."

"If that's what you want, I'll handle it."

He gave her hand a firm squeeze. "I knew you would, Ellene. I think you've let this grudge go on too long. I know you've seen other fellows, but you've steered so far away from marriage or commitment, I'll die without grandkids and you'll die an old maid. I'd like to be a grandfather someday."

"I'm only twenty-nine."

"Going on forty." He gave her a wan smile, then rose and walked to his desk. "Here's his phone number." He extended a sheet of paper.

Ellene rose and took the memo, gazing at her father's familiar neat blueprint-style lettering. "I'll call him tomorrow."

"You'll call now. That was Connor on the phone when you walked in. I told him you'd call today."

Her stomach bottomed out. "He's anxious to get the project underway."

"Where is the job?"

"On Harsens Island. It was his mother's place."

"Harsens Island? That's near Algonac."

He nodded. "When do we turn down a job, because it's a few miles away?"

Connor's face rose in her mind, his firm jaw, those crystal-blue eyes that melted her heart, his light brown hair that turned gold in the summer sun, the soft unruly waves she'd love to run her fingers through. Connor, the rat, who'd walked away with her heart and into the arms of another woman without looking back.

Her icy hand felt damp as she clasped the phone number. She looked into her father's eyes and gave up the battle. "I'll call Connor today, Dad."

Connor sat at a table along the restaurant wall, his eyes glued to the doorway. His knee wiggled beneath the tablecloth, and he tucked his hands in his lap to stop himself from playing with the silverware.

His nerves had never been so raw, at least not since years ago when his relationship with Ellene had ended. He'd asked himself over and over why he'd insisted that she work as the contractor with him. He knew Bordini Construction had a solid reputation. Any of their contractors would have done an excellent job, but when he'd called the company, he'd done what his heart dictated.

He'd heard the tension in Ellene's tone when she'd called. Her voice had always raised the hairs on the back of his neck, the resonant tone filled with spirit and a light heart. Yesterday the lilt had seemed missing, replaced by a controlled voice that sounded so alien to him.

The waitress filled his coffee cup for the third time, and he pushed up his sleeve to check his watch again, wondering if she'd stood him up. Ellene had always had subtle ways to get even. She often joked about God's eye-for-an-eye philosophy, but most often, her true spirit had been to turn the other cheek.

Connor pulled his hand from beneath the table and lifted the cup as he observed the steam. Through the curling haze, he saw the restaurant door swing open, along with a chilly wind, and he held his breath.

Ellene.

At first glance, she hadn't changed except for the elegance of maturity. Her dark hair hung in loose curls to her shoulders, as he remembered. How many times had he run his fingers through the thick tendrils?

He lifted his hand, and when she saw him, a tense look tightened her features. Her mouth set into a straight line, hiding the generous smile he recalled so easily.

She slipped off her peacoat, and he watched her cross the room, dressed in pants and jacket the color of blueberries. He didn't like blueberries, but he liked the deep-blue color against warm beige skin. The color illuminated her eyes.

"Hello," Connor said, rising. He longed to embrace her, but he sensed her apprehension and extended his hand.

She took it with a firm shake, then released his fingers and pulled out her own chair. "You look well," she said, her eyes focused everywhere but on his.

"So do you." He wanted to say so much more, but not today. She'd made it clear this was a business appointment. "Thanks for meeting with me."

"You're welcome. Dad sends his best wishes."

"We had a nice talk today." He admired Ellene's father. Though a shrewd businessman, he had always been honest and forthright.

She nodded, her eyes focused on the menu. "I didn't know what to order you to drink," he said, lost for words. He had so much to say — things he longed to tell her, but he feared her response. Connor recoiled at the helpless feeling that washed over him. "I'd like hot tea," she said, finally looking up. "I'm sorry I was late. I had to handle a call as I was leaving."

"No problem." Connor beckoned the waitress and ordered the tea, then perused the menu, hoping that time and silence might pull things into perspective. Nearly eight years had passed since he'd seen Ellene. Yet emotionally, he felt as if it had been the day before.

"It's been a long time," he said, unleashing the thoughts from his mind.

"Yes, it has."

She said nothing more, and he took his cue from her. He selected his meal, though his stomach had tied in knots from the moment he'd sat at the table.

The strained silence rattled him; he felt his knee bouncing beneath the table again, and he braced his heel against the floor, forcing his leg to steady. "I don't know if your dad told you, but I've inherited my mother's summer home on Harsens Island."

"I heard about your mom's death, Connor. I'm sorry."

"Thanks. She'd been ill for a while."

"I was very fond of your mom."

Warm memories filled him. "I know, and she was crazy about you." The silence in the air was charged with memories.

The waitress returned with the tea and took their orders. Ellene dropped the bag into the metal pot, then dipped it a few times. Finally she rolled the string around the bag, gave a pull and set it on the saucer.

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    Great read

    I definitely recommend this book. Gail is an awsome writter.
    The story was realistic with the struggles from a past relationship that went wrong and how God's plan for a couple bring them back together, despite the turns and twist that occur in each individual's life. I loved the story.

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