This week’s Romance Roundup includes an American heiress in London, a screenwriter in need of inspiration, and several hot, successful ranchers.
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The You I Never Knew
by Susan Wiggs, Natalie Naudus (Read by)
Susan Wiggs
The You I Never Knew
by Susan Wiggs, Natalie Naudus (Read by)
Susan Wiggs
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Overview
Michelle thought she'd lost everything she cared about when she was 17. That was the summer her world-famous, Hollywood legend of a father finally summoned her to spend a summer with him on his ranch in Montana--to get to know each other. Though he still seemed an unapproachable star, she loved the ranch and her life there. She also discovered Sam that summer, just another cow hand on the ranch, but to Michelle he was the man she had always dreamed of, the lover who would make all her dreams come true. <br>Until her father finds out about their affair and not only fires Sam, banishing him back to the wrong side of the tracks, but destroys his family as well in one mighty blow. Pregnant and heartbroken, Michelle flees to a new life in Seattle. There she is successful and safe--safe from love, safe from hurt. But her son is lost to her, a troubled teen on the verge of self-destruction, a boy who blames her for the absence of his father and grandfather. And then one day her father calls to tell her he is dying. He has only one chance to live--if she will donate a kidney to save him. And she goes, resolved to save her father, terrified to face Sam, but driven by desperation to save her son. To do that, she must face all the secrets of the past and find a way to heal the scars and love again.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781799951056 |
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| Publisher: | HarperCollins Publishers |
| Publication date: | 11/03/2020 |
| Product dimensions: | 6.30(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.20(d) |
About the Author
Susan Wiggs, a Harvard graduate and former math teacher, self-published her first novel at the age of eight, using blunt scissors, pages from a Big Chief tablet, a borrowed stapler, and a Number Two pencil. She has since become a #1 bestselling author whose work is noted for scenes of emotional truth that evoke both tears and laughter. Unable to completely abandon her beloved teaching profession, she is a frequent workshop leader and speaker at writers' conferences. She lives with her family on an island in the Pacific Northwest.
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Excerpt exclusively for the eBook version!
A Letter from the EditorDear Reader, Packed in the box with the original manuscript were the following pages--apparently written in Michelle's own hand and taken from her personal journal. We knew these pages were wonderful, yet so intimate we weren't sure just what to do with them. Well, after discussing it with Susan Wiggs we decided to include the journal pages here, exclusively in the eBook edition. In these pages Michelle has returned home for the first time and is flooded with memories of her first meeting with Sam. They are private and beautiful but now that you've read their story we think you will especially appreciate hearing this particular moment in Michelle's own words. . . .
Floodlights cast a bluish glow over the parking lot and fairgrounds, desolate in a cloak of winter white. Street lamps line the river road as it curves around Spring Side Mountain. I can't see its jagged hulk in the dark, but I know the legendary peak is there; I feel its presence. Once, long ago, I even climbed to the top of it. There, at the bottom of a slope below the arena is a place I know too well. Stupid, I tell myself as I head toward it. It's incredibly stupid to come here. Salt in a wound. Yet I'm drawn inexorably to the river, unable to resist. There is no cold quite so piercing as the cold of a Montana winter night, yet I keep walking, the way illuminated by the street lamps. The new snow is powdery and light beneath my boots. The Swan River is almost frozen over. Only a trickle down the middle remains, though in spring it will surely transform itself into a roaring gush of white water.
Sam and I used to walk along the bank, delirious with the wonder of first love. Each sunset burned brighter, more beautiful than the last. Each moonrise glowed with a promise we were certain was meant for us, only for us. We were so naively young back then. We thought we were invincible. We thought our love was like the river, ever flowing, never ceasing; nothing and no one could stop it--not even rock itself. I used to tell him my wildest dreams, and he would confess his deepest secrets. We were so open with each other, so trusting. I've never been like that with any other person, not even Brad.
I keep trying not to look to the right, because I don't want to see the most shattering reminder of all. But I do look, of course; how can I not? The boathouse where Sam and I used to make love on summer nights, where I found magic and dreamy fulfillment in his arms. Where I thought I'd stay all the rest of my life.
Like a sleepwalker I amble toward the snow-covered structure. Just go and face it, I tell myself. If you can survive that, you can survive anything.
The place is dilapidated, sagging down to the water, the bench outside dusted with snow. I stand looking at it for a long time, waiting for the world to crumble or come apart at the seams.
When it doesn't, I feel absurdly pleased with myself. There. I stepped close to the inferno of memory, and I haven't been burned.
But as I turn away from the boathouse, just when I'm congratulating myself for putting the past behind me, I spy the rowboat under the eaves. It's the same one. I can tell because I'm the one who whimsically painted bared shark's teeth across the bow.
I feel myself being sucked back into the past, to a time I don't want to remember. I try to resist, but it's too late. I stop walking, and stand still, my breath freezing in the night air, my heart compelled to listen to the voices pounding in my head.
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