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Mom in the Middle [NOOK Book]

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Juggling the care of her toddler son and elderly parents kept young widow Abby Cramer busy from sunup to sundown. Just when she thought she had it all under control, her mother broke her hip at a home-improvement store. Good thing store employee Guy Hardy rushed in to save the day with his quick thinking, big smile and his tender kindness extended toward her whole family—especially Abby. Though she suspected Guy had a secret to hide, Abby wanted to believe he was a man of honor...

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Juggling the care of her toddler son and elderly parents kept young widow Abby Cramer busy from sunup to sundown. Just when she thought she had it all under control, her mother broke her hip at a home-improvement store. Good thing store employee Guy Hardy rushed in to save the day with his quick thinking, big smile and his tender kindness extended toward her whole family—especially Abby. Though she suspected Guy had a secret to hide, Abby wanted to believe he was a man of honor and faith. A man she could trust with her heart.


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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426885952
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 12/27/2010
  • Series: Texas Treasures Series
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 892,045
  • File size: 662 KB

Meet the Author




For Mae Nunn, that old country song really sums up the way she feels about her home state of Texas. She grew up in Houston, attended Kilgore College, where she was a member of the famed Kilgore Rangerettes, and then completed her communications degree at the University of Texas in Austin. She was content to spend her life in the Lone Star State.But God had other plans. In 1989, Mae met a transplanted Englishman living in Atlanta and she hung up her spurs to become a Southern belle. Today she and her husband make their home with their two children (a daughter, 17, and a son, 27) on a plantation in Georgia. Okay, maybe it's not a plantation, but it's a lot of yard to mow!

Mae has been with a major air express company for 25 years, currently serving as a regional customer service manager. She began writing four years ago with a laptop on her bathroom vanity counter. When her husband realized Mae's obsession to be published wasn't going to pass, he built her a computer workstation in a guest room closet. A move from the bathroom to a closet might not seem like much of an improvement, but it was just what she needed to finish her first manuscript and get it submitted.

Mae had one rule--not to write anything that would offend her mother or her daughter. Once again God interceded because He wanted Mae's stories to be pleasing in His sight. So she withdrew a secular line submission, rewrote it for the inspirational market and promptly sold the work to the Love Inspired series. When asked how she felt about being part of the Steeple Hill family, Mae summed up her response with one word, "Yeeeee-haw!"
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Mom In The Middle


By Mae Nunn

Steeple Hill

Copyright © 2007 Mae Nunn
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780373813117

"Mama!" Abby Cramer screamed.

Her mother had suddenly collapsed, oneAbby kept a hand on the shopping cart that held her toddler and dropped to her knees on the concrete floor of the new home-improvement center.

"What happened?" The young cashier bolted around her checkout counter and knelt beside Abby.

Her mother clenched her teeth against the obvious pain. "My foot slipped out from under me." She twisted at the waist in an effort to get up, then fell back with a gasp. The character lines in her pale face deepened with the grimace.

Abby knew her very private parent would die of pain before she'd suffer the embarrassment of tears in public.

"Don't worry about your little boy. I'm right here beside him." A woman's voice penetrated Abby's concern. She nodded thanks, let go of the cart and turned full attention to her mother, who once again strained to sit up.

"Please lay still. You might have broken something." Abby began the assessment she'd learned during first-aid training. The skills had served her well in her three years as an elementary schoolteacher. Her mother's hands fluttered like the wings of an angry bird, shooing away Abby's efforts to feel for injuries.

"Oh, I've just aggravated my old sciatic back. I'll be okay in a few minutes." She held her breath through a determined effort to easeher twisted leg from its abnormal position. Finally giving up, she rested her head on the floor.

The store employee untied her apron, rolled the cloth into a pillow and maneuvered it beneath short-clipped, salt-and-pepper hair.

"Don't move. I'll get Guy," the cashier insisted as her sneakers squeaked a fast departure toward the back of the new store.

Concerned onlookers stopped to offer assistance. Abby reached for her mother's hand, only to be brushed away.

Being the late-in-life only child of Sarah Reagan was both a blessing and a curse. Responsibility and kindness were civic requirements of the woman who was more like a finishing school headmistress than a doting parent. While Abby's mother expected her daughter to help others, Sarah generally refused aid at all cost.

Abby's gaze darted from the scene on the slick concrete floor to her precious toddler son who perched in the shopping cart above her. Dillon's chubby legs dangled as he leaned forward and frowned over the excitement below. She smiled to reassure him, mouthed a silent Thank you to the thoughtful female who hovered nearby.

"Where's my purse, Abigail?"

"It's still on the counter."

steals my wallet."

Abby reached for the pastel spring bag and offered the other shoppers an apologetic shrug before placing the straw purse within her mother's reach.

"I don't want to worry your father about this so let's not mention it when we get to the house."

"Mama, we're going to have to go to the hospital to make sure you don't have a serious injury."

"Nonsense," Sarah insisted. But the word was hardly out when she yelped involuntarily, arching her back from the stab of pain.

"I have to agree with your daughter." A man squatted beside Abby, his orange apron announcing the grand opening of yet another new Hearth and Home Super Center. "We've put in a call to a private ambulance service. They'll be here any minute to take you to Brackenridge."

"No, thank you," Sarah insisted. "A senior citizen on a fixed income can't afford a luxury like that. Besides, a hospital will just run expensive tests, take my money, and tell me I'm fine." Sarah's hands felt for the buttons of her seersucker jacket, making sure she was properly covered. "As soon as I catch my breath, Abigail can take me home."

Handsome blue eyes, glinting with unspoken conspiracy sought Abby's permission to take charge of the situation. Shedeal with her hardheaded parent if only for a few moments.

"I'm afraid that's not possible, ma'am. It's Hearth and Home's standard operating procedure for any injury, no matter how minor, to be treated as an emergency. You wouldn't want me to lose my job for not following store policy, would you?" He turned his palms upward in a plea for cooperation.

Abby watched with fascination as her perpetually demanding mother became agreeable and compliant beneath the mesmerizing appeal of those blue eyes. The hard lines of her face softened as she sighed her acquiescence.

"And don't worry about the cost. Hearth and Home will cover everything."

"I don't expect any charity," she insisted.

"Well, maybe this time you'll make an exception and let the store's insurance take care of things."

He patted her thin hand, and she didn't jerk away.

Torn between relief and envy, Abby filed that moment away for consideration on another day.

A gust of warm wind whipped her curls as the glass doors slid apart. In the distance she heard the sounds of a gurney's legs snapping into place and then the rush of rubber wheels and crepe soles that brought the paramedics to their side.

"Pardon us, folks. Please step aside, miss," the efficient attendant instructed as he took charge. "We'll take it from here." He knelt to assess the situation.

"At least you had the good sense not to scare me half to death with your siren," her mother half complimented, half grumbled to the EMT.

"You can thank Mr. Hardy for that."

"Guy Hardy at your service, ma'am." The man with eyes the color of Texas bluebonnets nodded. "I figured you were in enough discomfort without that racket ringing in your ears."

Her mother seemed focused on Guy's smiling face and charming words. She hardly noticed the work of the crew who deftly lifted her from the hard floor to the padded gurney for the short trip to the boxy red ambulance.

Abby noted the sudden flash of uncertainty in her mother's eyes at the same moment Dillon began to whimper. Accustomed to adjusting on the fly to meet the needs of her classroom full of first graders, Abby considered her dilemma; her mother on the way to the hospital and her son on the way to panic. To make matters worse, her dad was home alone, sitting in front of the television in his wheelchair, waiting for his "womenfolk" to return with his list of plumbing supplies.

Though it was a mild spring day, Abby's cheeks filled with unaccustomed heat. She hadn't let the death of her husband send her into a downward spiral and she wouldn't let this crisis put her into a tailspin either.

"We'll take my vehicle." Guy Hardy had whipped the orange apron from around his waist and handed it to the cashier. "I'll drive you and!" He was glancing toward Abby's blubbering son.

"Dillon. My son's name is Dillon."

"I'll drive you and Dillon to Brackenridge and stay with you until they release your mother."

"But what about our van?" she asked, though she'd already scooped up the baby and her shoulder bag and followed quickly behind this take-charge man.

"You're too distracted to be driving right now anyway."



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  • Posted February 14, 2009

    Need an uplift - dealing with hardships and romance

    Dealing with a toddler and her parents, kept Abby so busy she had no time for dating. Her Mother broke her hip at a Home Improvement store and for some reason, Guy Hardy, took it upon himself to make sure this family was taken well care of. He got involved in their lives helping out in many ways. As I was just recovering from a knee replacement, I found I could relate so well to both the Mother and the daughter having to take care of the Mother. This book was such an inspiration to me. Also it was fun reading how Guy Hardy and Abby get to know each other. A book that when you start reading it you cannot put it down.

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