An Irresistible Impulse

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New York Times bestselling author Barbara Delinsky understands the power of the human heart as few others and she shares that gift in this touching novel of acceptance and fulfillment, first published in 1983.

Sitting in a Vermont jury room, Abby Barnes is happy to be empaneled. The trial is a sensational headline-grabber, and the thought of being sequestered for a few weeks is appealing. The time away from a relationship that fails to excite ...

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Overview

New York Times bestselling author Barbara Delinsky understands the power of the human heart as few others and she shares that gift in this touching novel of acceptance and fulfillment, first published in 1983.

Sitting in a Vermont jury room, Abby Barnes is happy to be empaneled. The trial is a sensational headline-grabber, and the thought of being sequestered for a few weeks is appealing. The time away from a relationship that fails to excite her will give her a chance to think . . . and to make a long overdue decision.

Then she meets fellow juror Ben Wyeth, a witty and charming college professor who shows Abby just what she's been missing. But although they share grueling days of grisly testimony and long nights of passion, there is a part of Ben that he can never share with Abby, or any woman. Just as the fate of an accused man lies in the balance, so too does Abby's, as she decides whether what Ben can give is enough . . . enough to last her a lifetime.

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Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
Jury duty is usually a fate worse than death for most people, but for Abby Barnes, the protagonist of this 1983 novel, it offers a welcome respite from her faltering relationship with her boyfriend. Add to that a hunky college professor serving with her, and you have the makings of a good beach read. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780061008764
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 10/28/2002
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 1,340,866
  • Product dimensions: 4.18 (w) x 6.75 (h) x 0.84 (d)

Meet the Author

Barbara Delinsky

Barbara Delinsky, a lifelong New Englander, was a sociologist and photographer before she began to write. There are more than 30 million copies of her books in print.

Biography

Born Ruth Greenberg, and raised in suburban Boston, Barbara Delinsky worked as a sociology researcher in children's services and was a newspaper photographer and reporter before turning to fiction writing full-time. In point of fact, she never intended to pursue a literary career. But, in the early 1980s, a newspaper article profiling three women who successfully balanced home, family, and romance writing caught her attention. Intrigued, she spent months researching and writing her first novel. It sold -- and Delinsky was off and running.

Praised by critics and fans alike for her character driven studies of marriage, parenthood, and friendship, Delinsky is one of a small cadre of successful women writers (including Nora Roberts and Sandra Brown) who started out writing pseudonymous paperbacks for the category romance genre and muscled their way onto the bestseller lists with hardcover escapist fiction. Yet she is candid about the hard work involved and insists there's no tried-and-true formula that converts automatically to easy money. As if to prove her own point, Delinsky works from eight in the morning to about seven at night, writing in the office above the garage in her Newton, Massachusetts home; doing research; handling interviews; or -- her least favorite part of the job -- touring the country making author appearances.

Over the decades Delinsky has written dozens of novels that have landed on The New York Times bestseller list, including Twilight Whispers (1988), For My Daughters (1994), Three Wishes (1997), Flirting with Pete (2003), and Family Tree (2007). In 2001, she published her first nonfiction title, Uplift: Secrets from the Sisterhood of Breast Cancer Survivors. A cancer survivor herself, she has earmarked all the profits from the sale of this book to benefit breast cancer research.

Good To Know

When she isn't writing, one of Delinsky's favorite pastimes is kayaking.

She gets some of her best ideas in the shower. "It's a little harder to write ideas down there," she wrote to fans on her web site, "but I've been known to yell something out to my husband, who does it for me!"

The family cat, Chelsea, is named after her 1992 novel The Passions of Chelsea Kane.

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    1. Also Known As:
      Billie Douglass, Bonnie Drake; born Ruth Greenberg
    2. Hometown:
      Newton, Massachusetts
    1. Date of Birth:
      August 9, 1945
    2. Place of Birth:
      Boston, Massachusetts
    1. Education:
      B.A. in Psychology, Tufts University, 1967; M.A. in Sociology, Boston College, 1969

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

Shortly after noon on a bright fall Wednesday, Abigail Barnes was taken into custody. She was escorted down the center aisle of the crowded courtroom by a somber-faced sheriff's guard. Whether it was apprehension or excitement that threatened her steadiness she wasn't sure. But she was oddly grateful for the firmness of the hand at her elbow, guiding her through the large black leather-sheathed doors to the stairway that wound to the ground floor of the Windsor County Courthouse.

"The van is waiting out front," the burly guard clipped as they started down the creaking steps.

Abby simply nodded, too concerned with matching his pace on the narrow stairs to say a word. Reaching the door, she was whisked through, then momentarily exposed to the noontime sun as the guard hurried her down the short granite path before inserting her into the dark blue van standing at the curb. She was barely seated when the door slid shut with a jarring bang. Her gaze flew questioningly to the uniformed driver as the guard returned to the courthouse.

"Where ... ?" she began, looking wide-eyed and helpless enough to evoke sympathy.

"He's gone to get the others. Then we'll be on our way."

"The others?" she asked softly. "So there were others?" It had been impossible to tell the fate of those taken from the holding room before she herself had been called.

"Two others," the guard informed her smugly. "We're getting there." Satisfied, he turned his attention to the gaggle of curious bystanders scattered on the lawn, the sidewalk, the street. Following his gaze, Abby seemed to notice the crowd for the first time.

"What are they staringat?" she whispered self-consciously, the question simply an expression of dismay to which she didn't expect an answer. She received one nonetheless.

"You." The guard tossed the single word back over his shoulder, then said no more.

Abby shivered in anticipation of what was to come. Lowering her head and settling more deeply into her seat in a futile effort to escape the eyes beyond, she yielded to amazement as she reviewed the events of the morning.

It had seemed that she'd been sitting for hours when in fact it had only been ninety minutes. Closing the medical journal in her lap, she shifted on the splint-back chair in an effort to get comfortable, then raised her eyes to study quietly her companions in the small jury room.

Propped straight in identically unyielding chairs, these men and women represented a cross section of the Vermont she'd come to know well.

No one could deny the subtle tension in the air. Each person in the room had heard the judge at the start of the morning's session and knew that, should he be chosen as a juror for this trial, his freedom would be sharply curtailed for the next three weeks.

Three weeks. To Abby, the thought was not as odious as it might have been a year earlier. Then there had been no Sean Hennessy in her life, pressuring her for a commitment she simply couldn't make. The chase hadn't even begun then. Now it tired her. Three weeks of captivity might offer an odd but welcome freedom.

Her lips toyed with a mischievous smile as she took a breath and sat back. She recalled the moment earlier that morning when the judge had addressed the gathered group, explaining the mechanics of a locked-up jury, asking to see those who, for one reason or another, couldn't possibly serve. A good half of those present had stepped forward, each taking a private turn before the judge, offering his best excuse and a plea for sympathy. In the majority of cases it was forthcoming. Judge Theodore Hammond knew the importance of weighing civic responsibility against emotional hardship. His jurors would have to be in top shape to absorb the barrage of testimony presented to them. The Bradley case promised to be a headliner. It wasn't every day that the grown son of one of the state's most prominent citizens stood trial on a charge of kidnapping.

The soft hum of conversation brought Abby's attention back to her fellows, several of whom carried on discussions among themselves. Others had buried themselves in books or magazines. Still others stared distractedly out the windows at the sparkling fall morning, much as she might have been tempted to do had her attention not been caught by a pair of warm gray eyes.

Slowly, she turned her head toward her viewer. He was every bit the man with a rakishly rich head of tawny brown hair, a face full of character, and a build that spoke of virility combined with grace. Abby was intrigued by the contrast he presented to the average man in the room. He was younger, probably not yet in his forties, charmingly casual in tan corduroy slacks and a matching blazer patched at the elbows, and he wore a certain air of worldliness she found captivating.

As he lounged against the sill of one of the four ceiling-to-hip windows, he seemed much more relaxed than the others. She wondered whether he too might have a secret reason for appreciating a three-week hiatus from routine. But she averted her eyes, feeling strangely shy when the stranger's brow furrowed in puzzlement. Perhaps he too wondered ...

Abby's gaze was one of many that shot toward the door as it opened to allow for the court officer's appearance.

"James Szar-Szarcylla ... ?" He read from his list, faltering slightly, relieved when a middle-aged man in a worn brown suit recognized the pronunciation and rose to be led upstairs to the courtroom.

The tremor of a collective sigh whispered its relief through those remaining. Venturing another glance at the man by the window, Abby was pleased to find that he too had detected the murmur ...

An Irresistible Impulse. Copyright © by Barbara Delinsky. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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First Chapter

Chapter One

Shortly after noon on a bright fall Wednesday, Abigail Barnes was taken into custody. She was escorted down the center aisle of the crowded courtroom by a somber-faced sheriff's guard. Whether it was apprehension or excitement that threatened her steadiness she wasn't sure. But she was oddly grateful for the firmness of the hand at her elbow, guiding her through the large black leather-sheathed doors to the stairway that wound to the ground floor of the Windsor County Courthouse.

"The van is waiting out front," the burly guard clipped as they started down the creaking steps.

Abby simply nodded, too concerned with matching his pace on the narrow stairs to say a word. Reaching the door, she was whisked through, then momentarily exposed to the noontime sun as the guard hurried her down the short granite path before inserting her into the dark blue van standing at the curb. She was barely seated when the door slid shut with a jarring bang. Her gaze flew questioningly to the uniformed driver as the guard returned to the courthouse.

"Where ... ?" she began, looking wide-eyed and helpless enough to evoke sympathy.

"He's gone to get the others. Then we'll be on our way."

"The others?" she asked softly. "So there were others?" It had been impossible to tell the fate of those taken from the holding room before she herself had been called.

"Two others," the guard informed her smugly. "We're getting there." Satisfied, he turned his attention to the gaggle of curious bystanders scattered on the lawn, the sidewalk, the street. Following his gaze, Abby seemed to notice the crowd for the first time.

"What are they staring at?" she whispered self-consciously, the question simply an expression of dismay to which she didn't expect an answer. She received one nonetheless.

"You." The guard tossed the single word back over his shoulder, then said no more.

Abby shivered in anticipation of what was to come. Lowering her head and settling more deeply into her seat in a futile effort to escape the eyes beyond, she yielded to amazement as she reviewed the events of the morning.

It had seemed that she'd been sitting for hours when in fact it had only been ninety minutes. Closing the medical journal in her lap, she shifted on the splint-back chair in an effort to get comfortable, then raised her eyes to study quietly her companions in the small jury room.

Propped straight in identically unyielding chairs, these men and women represented a cross section of the Vermont she'd come to know well.

No one could deny the subtle tension in the air. Each person in the room had heard the judge at the start of the morning's session and knew that, should he be chosen as a juror for this trial, his freedom would be sharply curtailed for the next three weeks.

Three weeks. To Abby, the thought was not as odious as it might have been a year earlier. Then there had been no Sean Hennessy in her life, pressuring her for a commitment she simply couldn't make. The chase hadn't even begun then. Now it tired her. Three weeks of captivity might offer an odd but welcome freedom.

Her lips toyed with a mischievous smile as she took a breath and sat back. She recalled the moment earlier that morning when the judge had addressed the gathered group, explaining the mechanics of a locked-up jury, asking to see those who, for one reason or another, couldn't possibly serve. A good half of those present had stepped forward, each taking a private turn before the judge, offering his best excuse and a plea for sympathy. In the majority of cases it was forthcoming. Judge Theodore Hammond knew the importance of weighing civic responsibility against emotional hardship. His jurors would have to be in top shape to absorb the barrage of testimony presented to them. The Bradley case promised to be a headliner. It wasn't every day that the grown son of one of the state's most prominent citizens stood trial on a charge of kidnapping.

The soft hum of conversation brought Abby's attention back to her fellows, several of whom carried on discussions among themselves. Others had buried themselves in books or magazines. Still others stared distractedly out the windows at the sparkling fall morning, much as she might have been tempted to do had her attention not been caught by a pair of warm gray eyes.

Slowly, she turned her head toward her viewer. He was every bit the man with a rakishly rich head of tawny brown hair, a face full of character, and a build that spoke of virility combined with grace. Abby was intrigued by the contrast he presented to the average man in the room. He was younger, probably not yet in his forties, charmingly casual in tan corduroy slacks and a matching blazer patched at the elbows, and he wore a certain air of worldliness she found captivating.

As he lounged against the sill of one of the four ceiling-to-hip windows, he seemed much more relaxed than the others. She wondered whether he too might have a secret reason for appreciating a three-week hiatus from routine. But she averted her eyes, feeling strangely shy when the stranger's brow furrowed in puzzlement. Perhaps he too wondered ...

Abby's gaze was one of many that shot toward the door as it opened to allow for the court officer's appearance.

"James Szar-Szarcylla ... ?" He read from his list, faltering slightly, relieved when a middle-aged man in a worn brown suit recognized the pronunciation and rose to be led upstairs to the courtroom.

The tremor of a collective sigh whispered its relief through those remaining. Venturing another glance at the man by the window, Abby was pleased to find that he too had detected the murmur ...

An Irresistible Impulse. Copyright © by Barbara Delinsky. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 17, 2002

    not as great as her others

    I loved the Woman Next Door so thought I would enjoy this book, but I would pass it up. A little too much sex--characters were well developed but it is a book that could be passed up.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 3, 2000

    Enjoyed the book - but not as good as 'A Woman Betrayed'

    This was a good book and an easy read. I thought the book was a little short and I would have liked to hear more about the court case that the jurors were asked to serve. This was a good book, but compared to A woman bretrayed which I gave 5 stars, this was a 2.

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