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Overview
It was a night she’d never forget … two strangers coming together in one breathless moment of intense need and heart-stopping desire. But now sheltered Hannah Raymond is expecting the child of rugged naval seaman Riley Murdock—a man she thought she’d never see again. Now fate has reunited them. They had created the miracle of life together, but would that be enough to spark the miracle of love?
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9798212223072 |
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| Publisher: | Harlequin Audio |
| Publication date: | 01/24/2023 |
| Series: | The Navy Series , #5 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.20(w) x 5.70(h) x (d) |
About the Author
Kristin Kalbli is an Atlanta voice and stage actor. She has worked for the Process Theatre, OnStage Atlanta, and Theatre Gael, among others. Kristin loves working with, promoting, and supporting new works from Atlanta playwrights and writers. Currently she is grateful to have lots of work recording audiobooks.
Hometown:
Port Orchard, WashingtonDate of Birth:
October 22, 1948Place of Birth:
Yakima, WashingtonEducation:
Graduated from high school in 1966; attended community collegeWebsite:
http://www.debbiemacomber.comRead an Excerpt
Navy Baby
By Debbie Macomber
Harlequin Enterprises. Ltd.
ISBN: 0-373-77028-6Chapter One
On her knees on the bathroom floor, Hannah Raymond viewed parts of the toilet that were never meant to be seen at such short range. Her stomach rolled and heaved like a tiny canoe being swept down a raging river. The tile felt icy against her knees, yet beads of perspiration moistened her brow. Closing her eyes in an effort to hold back the waves of nausea, Hannah drew in several deep, even breaths. That seemed to help a little, but not enough."Oh, God," she prayed silently, "please, oh, please, don't let me be pregnant." No sooner had the words crossed her lips when she lost what little breakfast she'd managed to down that morning.
Her monthly period was late. Over two months late. But that could be attributed to the stress she'd been under these past several weeks. The stress and the grief. It had been nearly four months since Jerry's death. She ached to the bottom of her soul for him, and would, she was convinced, until the end of her life. She'd loved Jerry for six years, had planned her entire life around him. They were to have married soon after the first of the year.
Now there would be no wedding because there was no Jerry. Grief caught her once more in a stranglehold of pain and she squeezed her eyes closed, battling the tears, as well as the nausea. Adding to her torment was the knowledge that if she was pregnant, the child she carried wouldn't be Jerry's.
The face of the sailorhad imprinted itself onto her mind, bold as could be. He was tall, powerfully built and strong featured. With a sense of dismay she pushed his image away, refusing to think about that July night or dwell on her folly.
Once again her stomach heaved, and Hannah brushed the thick folds of shiny brown hair away from her face and leaned over the porcelain toilet.
"Hannah?" Her father knocked politely against the bathroom door. "Honey, you'd best hurry or you'll be late for Sunday school."
"I ... I'm not feeling very well this morning, Dad." Her words were immediately followed by another bout of vomiting.
"It sounds like you've got the flu."
Bless his heart for offering her an excuse. "Yes, I think I must." She prayed with everything in her being that this was some intestinal virus. If living a good life, following the Golden Rule and being the best preacher's kid she knew how to be were ever to work on her behalf, the time was now.
"Go back to bed and if you feel up to it later, come over for the service. I'm preaching from the Epistle to the Romans this morning and I'd like your opinion."
"Sure, Dad." But from the way she was feeling now, she wouldn't be out of bed any time within the next week.
"You'll be all right here by yourself?" Her father's voice echoed with concern.
"I'll be fine. Don't worry." Once again she felt her stomach pitch. She gripped the sides of the toilet and her head fell forward, the effort of holding it up too much for her.
Her father hesitated. "You're sure?"
"I'll be all right in a little bit," she managed in a reed-thin voice.
"If you need me," George Raymond insisted, "just call the church."
"Dad, please, don't worry about me. I'll be much better soon. I'm sure of it."
Her father's retreating footsteps echoed in the hallway, and Hannah sighed with relief. She didn't know what she was going to do if she was pregnant. Briefly she toyed with the idea of disappearing until after the baby was born. Going into hiding was preferable to facing her father with the truth.
George Raymond had dedicated his life to serving God and others, and having to confess what she'd done didn't bear contemplating. Hannah loved her father deeply, and the thought of disgracing him, the thought of hurting him, brought a pain so strong and so sharp that tears instantly pooled in her eyes.
"Please God," she prayed once more, "don't let me be pregnant." Slowly rising from the floor, she swayed and placed her hand against the wall as an attack of dizziness sent the room spinning.
She staggered into her bedroom and fell on top of the mattress. Kicking off her shoes, she sat up long enough to reach for the afghan neatly folded at the foot of the bed. Spreading it over her shivering shoulders, she gratefully closed her eyes.
Sleep came over her in swells as though the ocean tide had shifted, lapping warm, assuring waves over her distraught soul. She welcomed each one, eager for something, anything that would help her escape the reality of her situation.
It had happened in mid-July, only three short weeks after the tragic accident that had claimed her fiancé's life. Her father had been out of town, officiating at a wedding in Yakima. He was staying over and wasn't scheduled to arrive back in Seattle until late Saturday afternoon. Hannah had been invited, too, but she couldn't have borne sitting through the happy event when her own life was filled with such anguish. How grateful she'd been that her father hadn't asked her to travel with him, although she knew he would have welcomed her company.
Before he left, George Raymond had asked if she'd take a load of boxes to the Mission House in downtown Seattle. He'd done it, Hannah knew, in an effort to draw her out of the lethargy that had claimed her in the weeks following Jerry's funeral.
She waited until late in the afternoon, putting off the errand as long as she could, then loaded up the back of her father's old Ford station wagon without much enthusiasm.
Hannah had driven into the city, surprised by the heavy flow of traffic. It wasn't until she'd found a parking spot in the alley in back of the Mission House that she remembered that Seafair, the Seattle summertime festival celebrating ethnic heritages and community, was being held that weekend. The whole town was festive. Enthusiasm and good cheer rang through the streets like bells from a church steeple. Several Navy ships were docked in Elliott Bay and the famed torchlight parade was scheduled for that evening. The city sidewalks and streets were crammed.
(Continues...)
Excerpted from Navy Baby by Debbie Macomber Excerpted by permission.
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