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Jill had walked away from the stifling world of wealth and privilege to pursue her dream and escape painful memories. Now she had returned to that world to help her friend Cooper, who had been accused of a crime. Hiring hotshot attorney Peter Hathaway was the best thing for Cooper, but the worst thing for Jill.
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Jill had walked away from the stifling world of wealth and privilege to pursue her dream and escape painful memories. Now she had returned to that world to help her friend Cooper, who had been accused of a crime. Hiring hotshot attorney Peter Hathaway was the best thing for Cooper, but the worst thing for Jill.
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Barbara Delinsky knows the human heart and its immense capacity to love and believe.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781551660394
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 4/10/1997
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 248
  • Product dimensions: 4.11 (w) x 6.68 (h) x 0.71 (d)

Meet the Author

Barbara Delinsky
Barbara Delinsky has more than 20 million copies of her books in print worldwide, translated into over a dozen foreign languages. From Romantic Times Magazine, she's received the Special Achievement Award (twice), the Reviewer's Choice Award and the Best Contemporary Romance Award. She's also received the Romance Writers of America Golden Medallion and Golden Leaf awards, and has had many titles in the New York Times Best Seller list.


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

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Through My Eyes

By Barbara Delinsky

Harlequin Enterprises Limited

Copyright © 2003 Harlequin Enterprises Limited
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1551666537

Chapter One

Bad vibes. From the start, I had bad vibes about the plan. But I ignored them, because Cooper was in trouble and given all Cooper had done and been for me in the past six years, I reasoned that a small sacrifice on my part was the least I could do in return. So I swallowed my pride and called home. Cooper needed counsel, and who was more qualified to give me the name of the best criminal lawyer money could buy than my mother, the judge?

Peter Hathaway, she'd said.

I didn't recognize the name, but Mother assured me that he was the best in the business. She hadn't actually seen him in action, since she sat in Philadelphia and he practiced in New York, but she'd heard plenty about him. She sounded delighted to have an excuse to call him. That made me uneasy.

Then Dad checked him out with his friends the Humphreys who, after making their millions in pharmaceuticals, had hired Peter Hathaway to defend them against charges of falsifying research data. Lovely reference source, the Humphreys. They'd been found guilty and been heavily fined. Still, they'd praised Peter Hathaway to the hilt. That made me even more uneasy.

It didn't help matters when suddenly the whole family was involved in my affairs. I shouldn't have been surprised. It had alwaysbeen that way. But I'd been removed from it for a while, so I was jolted when my brother Ian felt called upon to phone and inform me, in his own inimitably arrogant manner, that Peter Hathaway was serious legal business. Then Ian's wife, Helaine, always the vamp, added - a little too suggestively, I thought - that the lawyer was a lady-killer. My sister Samantha went so far as to say that if she divorced David, which she was seriously considering doing because he hadn't yet begun to recover the hundreds of thousands of dollars he'd lost in the stock market crash of '87, she'd go after Peter Hathaway herself. He had the Midas touch, she said.

I wondered how she knew, but I wasn't about to ask.

In any case, the endorsement was unanimous. It was the first time I could remember my family agreeing on anything - with the exception, of course, of their disapproval of my life-style - and that made me the most uneasy of all.

Peter Hathaway. He was big city, big name, big bucks - everything I'd rejected. And Cooper knew it, which was one of the reasons he was angry. He argued that Adam would never have called in reinforcements from home. Cooper may have been right. But Adam had been dead for six years. And Adam had never been charged with smuggling stolen goods.

It had been nearly a decade since I'd left what my parents considered to be civilization, but that didn't mean I was out of touch. I read the papers. I knew what Cooper would face if he was convicted. So, bad vibes or not, I hired Peter Hathaway sight unseen.

That was on Tuesday. On Friday, I steeled myself for his visit. I prepared myself for a man who was whistle smooth and arrogant, who was direct to the point of curtness and who would very likely cross-examine me even before he got to Cooper. If he ever got to Cooper. I hadn't yet convinced Cooper to agree to be represented.

I hadn't told Peter Hathaway that, of course. I doubt he'd have agreed to come all the way to Maine if the fact of a client had been in doubt. Then again, I'd offered him his own private, shore-front hotel for the weekend, and if that wasn't lure enough, I'd promised that a retainer would be waiting when he got here. I assumed that was adequate incentive. Still, I was going to have some explaining to do - to Peter and Cooper both.

A simple life. That was all I'd ever wanted. How things had suddenly gotten so complex, I didn't know. But then, there were lots of things I didn't know.

Like why Adam had abandoned me.

Like how Elizabeth Taylor could love my work.

Like who put a cache of stolen diamonds on Cooper's boat.

I did know how I got the headache that was building behind my eyes. I got headaches when I agonized over those things I didn't know. Adam's remedy had been a gentle forehead massage, accompanied by soothing songs sung in his soft tenor. Cooper's remedy was a dark, silent room, a comfortable bed, a warm cloth on my eyes.

Given that neither Adam nor Cooper was around, I settled for three aspirin and a cup of strong, hot tea, which I carried to the window. My front yard was looking wild and windblown, understandable since the small stone house in which I lived stood high on a bluff overlooking the ocean. I'd always found the view beyond the poor, misshapen pine to be hypnotic. Wave after wave swelled from the horizon, rolling toward the shore and imminent destruction against the rocks. I couldn't see the crash from where I stood, but its thunder was second nature to me, as was the high spray of sea foam that rose by my bluff.

I loved the ocean. Bleak as it was, particularly now that Columbus Day had come and gone, I was drawn to it. I felt at home here. I could be me. I could pull my hair into a ponytail and wear jeans and a sweater whether I was throwing clay, visiting with friends at Sam's Saloon, or waiting for a hotshot lawyer from Manhattan to arrive.

I would have glanced at my watch if I'd had one, but it had been years since I'd cared whether it was one or two or three. So I concentrated on drinking my tea with a mind toward relaxation.

All too soon the cup held little more than bits of leaves that had escaped the tea bag. They weren't much more than shadows against the porcelain; still, I studied them. I turned the cup, swirled the leaves in the few drops of tea that lingered. I imagined I saw weird configurations, shapes with no patterns, and wondered what a tea reader would say. Better still, I wondered what a psychiatrist would say. Not that it mattered. I was comfortable with myself and my life.

Tipping my head back, I swallowed the lingering drops of tea and with them any configurations of leaves, weird or otherwise. Lowering the cup, I was turning toward the kitchen when a movement at the side window caught my eye. A black car rolled to a halt on the pebbled drive. I hadn't heard a sound; the whip of the wind would have drowned it out even if it had managed to penetrate the thick, double-paned windows of the house. But then, a Jaguar would purr so softly that there would be little to hear.

Uh-huh. A Jaguar. Peter Hathaway - legal eagle, lady-killer, man with the Midas touch - would be the Jaguar type.

For a split second, every one of those bad vibes I'd experienced in the past few days belted my insides, and in that split second I felt utterly insecure. Then I caught myself, took a deep breath, looked around. This was my house, my world. I had no cause to be insecure.

Life was what you made of it. Adam and I had always believed that, and for the most part I still did. Cooper needed help; I was going to see that he got it. To do that, I had to approach this interview with confidence.


Excerpted from Through My Eyes by Barbara Delinsky Copyright © 2003 by Harlequin Enterprises Limited
Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 3, 2000

    Very entertaining

    I have just finished reading this and boy! what a chemistry between Jill and Peter!Although it was easy to guess who was responsible for the crime, the story is very entertaining.

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