By the Book

By the Book

by Mary Kay McComas

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ISBN-13: 9780553446241
Publisher: Bantam Books
Publication date: 12/01/1998
Series: Loveswept Series
Pages: 212
Product dimensions: 4.11(w) x 6.65(h) x 0.61(d)

About the Author

I actually tell people I'm the luckiest person I know.  It's true.  It never fails to amaze me that the things that have gone wrong in my life always seem to work themselves out in a much better way than I had originally planned, and that the best things in my life have come when I've least expected them.

I was raised in the Great Pacific Northwest city of Spokane, Washington.  Third of six children, I had terrific parents who taught me the value of time in the bathroom, how to laugh, and what it's like to be truly loved.  I went to college, and for ten years after that I worked as an intensive care nurse in a hospital where I met most of my closest friends.

Then I met my future husband, a lawyer, Prince Charming in a great disguise.  We moved to the Shenandoah Valley in northern Virginia, where I hung up my stethoscope and spent the next six years gestating.  The results of which are Katie, Matt, Nick, and Ben.

After my four children came along I didn't think things could get any better.  But guess what, they did!  On a dare from my husband to "write a better novel than that," I took a stab at writing something longer than a letter and more fun than a college term paper.

I found writing therapeutic.  Not only was it relaxing, but it was also a great way to escape from Mr. Rogers, Big Bird, and four short people who refused to speak English to me.

I didn't intend to start a third career as a writer.  However, as my luck would have it, I was fortunate enough to find an encouraging agent and helpful, supportive editors.  I hope my stories will bring a littlehappiness into your life--that would be the icing on the cake!

--Mary Kay McComas

Read an Excerpt

"I don't think a man ever cooked for me before," Ellen said.

"I'm the first?" Jonah asked.

"You're the first."

"Well, I don't know if throwing slabs of meat on the barbecue is really cooking," he said, looking up from slicing and dicing the salad ingredients. "But I'm trying to impress you here, so we'll go with that." He motioned to the counter in front of him. "And the mangling of vegetables, of course."

There was no mistaking his eagerness to dazzle her. The table set for two with candles and flowers, his frequent glances at the level of wine in her glass, and his constant awareness of her position in the room were heartbreakingly sweet.

She took a sudden left turn. "Jonah," she said impulsively.

"Yes." He stopped what he was doing to answer her.

With two and a half steps and all the courage she could muster, she wedged herself between him and the counter. "I'm already impressed."

No words could describe the subtle change in his expression that spoke directly to her heart, that seemed to welcome her home and promise an exciting adventure all at once. His gaze roamed slowly over her hair to her lips, across her cheeks and chin, deep into her eyes and inside her soul, claiming it all as his own.

"So am I. . ."

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