Wednesday, January 30, 2013

This Time Around sample

A reader-friend told me that she couldn't download the sample of This Time Around from my website.  :-( Well, here it is for those of you who had the same problem. Sorry about that!!


************************* Sample, unedited, of This Time Around ************************



Prologue
The door slammed causing the sleeping golden retriever to skitter down the hall. First one peep-toe pump then a second were thrown in to the living room, barely missing the only framed photograph in the entire apartment.
            She was such an idiot. She knew never to make a big deal about her dates, not that she’d been on many. But she’d been on enough to know she would never be asked on a second date.
            Somehow it always ended with the same result: her going back to an empty apartment carrying with her empty promises of a phone call. They never called. Hell, even a text message would be sufficient at this point. Each time it got more and more difficult to make the effort to go out with men because in Eve Morgan’s world, she was never good enough. So why even try.
            “Gideon, come here boy. I didn’t mean to scare you,” she called down the hall in the direction her poor dog had hustled after she let out her frustration on her front door. “Gideon, wanna go for a walk?”
            Her dog peeked his head around the corner, eyeing her cautiously.
            “Great, now I’m even scaring dogs off,” Eve murmured to herself as she knelt. “I’m sorry, boy.” She held out her hand and let Gideon approach. Being a rescue, Gideon was startled by loud noises. “That’s it, buddy. Now, wanna go outside?”
            Eve waited until Gideon wagged his tail before standing to grab his leash from the coat tree. She slipped on a pair of flats, hooked the leash to Gideon’s green collar and opened the door. As she walked her dog, the only man in her life, Eve vowed never to change who she was, vowed to herself that eventually just being Eve Morgan would be good enough for someone. And if not, then she would just be happy without someone to come to at night.
***
            He stood watching another of his siblings speak the vows he once had spoken. Honor, fidelity and love were things he used to believe in but now he stood by and watched first Cam then Mallory find happiness. He didn’t fault them for marrying someone they each loved. He didn’t try to talk anyone out of being happy. To be honest, he didn’t really say much to anyone about anything these days. No, William Carlyle knew exactly who was to blame for his views on love, honor and fidelity.
            “You may now kiss your bride.”
            Will smiled slightly as Denny wrapped his arms carefully around Mallory, mindful that her body would be sore after giving birth to twins only hours earlier. Will clapped as Mallory wiped away the single tear that had escaped from Denny’s eyes.
            “Your smile could use a little work, baby boy,” Rebecca Carlyle said under her breath, her eyes never leaving the newlyweds at the front of the hospital chapel. Then her eyes shifted to the sleeping newborn girl in her arms. “I know you’ll just tell me to mind my business, but that woman did a number on you.”
            “Mama…”
            “I know. I know. But you aren’t my William anymore. I miss my son.” With that parting shot Becca carried her newest granddaughter up the aisle to be reunited with Mallory and Denny.
            Will watched Cam and Tate laughing while holding their five-month-old twins. He watched Denny kiss each of his newborn children then kiss Mallory on the forehead. He turned to see his parents, Sydney and Nate gathered together laughing and talking. Nora had taken off after the twins had been born. Will needed to figure out what was going on with his baby sister except that would have to wait for now.
            But Will mostly looked inward. His mother was right. He’d lost himself in the aftermath of his marriage. He had become bitter, angry and jaded. Will knew he needed to find himself again. He just wasn’t sure his future would involve marriage.


Chapter 1
            Eve sighed as she sat on the bench in the staff locker room. She rubbed the twinge in her lower back, wanting nothing more than a hot bath and a glass of wine. She glanced at her watch and groaned. She still had two hours left in her shift.
            “Eve,” a voice called from the door.
            “Yeah,” she said wearily.
            “I know you’re taking a break but Mr. Hunter is asking for you.”
            Eve sighed again, stood and straightened her scrubs before walking into the hall of the ER where she worked as a trauma nurse.
            Mr. Hunter’s wife had suffered a massive heart attack earlier this evening. The trauma team had been able to revive her but she had slipped into a coma. Mr. Hunter probably just needed someone to hold his hand. Eve felt emotion clog her throat as she saw the older gentleman sitting in the waiting room, his gray hair sticking up from running his fingers through it. He and his wife had been married for forty-seven years. Eve couldn’t even get a second date with a man and this couple had lasted forty-seven years. All of a sudden she was feeling very defeated with her life.
            “Mr. Hunter,” she said quietly as she sat beside him.
            He raised his head from his hands, his red-rimmed eyes shimmering. “Ah, dear Eve. I just wanted to say thank you for helping my Abigail.”
            Eve smiled and covered Mr. Hunter’s hand with her own. “I’m glad we were able to help. She seems strong. I hope she wakes up soon.”
            Mr. Hunter squeezed her fingers. “I’m sure she will. I’m just waiting for our children to get here. But I did want to thank you before you left. Not only did you help my wife but you were extremely kind to me and that’s something I’ll never forget.”
            Eve blinked the tears in her eyes away then leaned over and hugged him. “Make sure you get some rest when your kids get here. You’ll need you strength to help Abigail when she wakes up.”
            “I will. I promise. You get some rest too. You are a beautiful young girl. Some day, a young man will snatch you up and make you rest.”
            Eve couldn’t help it. She laughed and shook her head. “I’m holding out for what you and your Abigail have.”
            Mr. Hunter’s eyes twinkled as he smiled. “Good girl.” He turned as four adults rushed into the waiting room. “Here are the children.”
            Eve watched each of Mr. Hunter’s grown children embrace him, concern etched on each of their faces. The three men and one woman watched and listened intently as Mr. Hunter explained what happened. As a group, the family began to leave the waiting room. Mr. Hunter turned back and winked at Eve before following his children.
            She sat for a moment longer wondering if her life would feel as empty if she had a strong family behind her. She had her younger sister Anna, but she was across the country in college. Her father had passed away eleven years ago. And her mother was quite possibly the Antichrist. Eve was still withholding judgment on that one.
            “Eve, trauma two!” shouted the charge nurse as she ran down the hall following a stretcher.
            Enough self-pity. Your life isn’t as bad as other people’s lives, she thought as she took off in a jog, holding her swinging stethoscope down. Just get to work.
***
            “What’s a girl gotta do to get some food in this joint?”
            Will looked over to see his younger sister Sydney come out into their parents’ backyard. His mama had planned a big welcome home picnic for his little sister who had just finished her internship at a hospital in Tennessee and was now home to start her residency at Fayetteville General. He watched and listened to the exchange between his sister and father, as they caught up. Tom Carlyle wore his pride for each of his children proudly, just like the badge he wore for so many years while working as a police officer. That pride was what allowed each of the six Carlyle kids to follow their dreams, no matter where those dreams took them.
            “Hey, what about me?” Will complained good-naturedly, just because he could. “I teach the girl to drive and get no respect.” He grabbed his sister’s hand and pulled her into his arms. “It’s good to see you, darlin’.”
            Sydney held his gaze with blue eyes that matched his own. “It’s good to see you smiling,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. “I missed you, William.”
            “Ah, sugar, I missed you too,” he said, feeling the clutch in his heart. Being the oldest of six kids was never a hardship for him. He got to be there for each of his siblings all their lives. To him, being the oldest was a privilege. His Southern manners took over after the brief reunion and he remembered his friend that had come to the picnic.
            “Syd, this is Officer Jake Stewart. He transferred in from New Jersey about five months ago. He’s still trying to adjust to our slow way of life.”
            Sydney snorted and shook Jake’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you. Hopefully, I’ll get to know you outside of the hospital.”
            The interested looks between the two made Will a little uncomfortable. He hadn’t intended to hook his sister up with Jake but after the problems between Cam and Denny last year, he wasn’t about to throw his opinion where it wasn’t wanted. They were both adults. But he was still Sydney’s big brother.
            “Okay, I know you said you didn’t want a big, flashy deal to welcome you home but we voted and you lost.”
            After some obligatory sibling bantering, the rest of the family started to show up. Will watched first Nate, then Mallory, Denny and their twins Benjamin and Bayleigh then Cam, Tate and their twins David and Rebecca pile out of the house.
            “So, explain this to me again,” Jake said to Will as they watched the rest of the family greet each other. “And now I’m thinking the diagram you offered isn’t such a bad idea.”
            Will laughed but before he could say anything else, Mallory jumped into his lap. “It’s a good thing you lost all that baby weight,” he groaned. “Otherwise we’d both be on the ground.”
            “Oh, shut up and come see my beautiful babies,” she said before she saw Jake sitting beside her brother. “Hi. You’re new. I’m Mallory.”
            “Jake,” was all he was able to say before Mallory pulled Will across the yard.
            “That was a little rude,” Will laughed.
            Mallory stopped indignantly. “I did tell him I’d talk to him later.”
            “No, you yelled over your shoulder like you’d be coming back with an inquisition.”
            Mallory waved off his argument. It hadn’t been that bad. But she wanted her brother to see her babies. She led Will across the yard to where Denny sat rocking one baby in his arms and the other in the carrier on the ground with his foot.
            “Denny, looks like you are getting the hang of being a daddy,” Will said with a smile.
            His brother-in-law looked down at his daughter in his arms and smiled softly. “It’s not so hard, especially when they are just like they’re mom.”
            Mallory and Denny smiled at each other, the smile of people who had gone through struggle and hardship to find each other. For the shortest moment, Will was jealous of their love for each other. But he shook off his feelings and knelt down to unhook his nephew from the car seat.
            “Hey, little guy. Wow, you are a big boy.” Will cradled the five-month-old to his chest and unconsciously began rocking him. It was a good thing both Tate and Cam and Denny and Mallory had each had twins; enough babies to go around for the rest of the family.
            Cam and Tate wandered over, each carrying one of their twins and they all stood around talking and catching up until they saw movement at the backdoor. One by one, every member of the family turned around to find Nora standing at the back door. Everyone in the yard watched Sydney rise from her seat beside Jake and walk over to Nora. They just looked at each other for a few moments before Sydney wrapped Nora in a soft hug.
            Mallory sniffled and leaned into Denny as he wrapped his free arm around his wife, kissing her temple. “She’ll be okay, honey. Just give her time.”
            She nodded and took her daughter from Denny’s arms. It sucked being the only one who knew what was wrong with Nora, but she had promised her sister that she wouldn’t say a word. Will caught Mallory’s glance and tried to implore her to tell him how to help. Mallory shook her head slightly, not able to break her promise. Denny hugged her tighter and cleared his throat. He felt like he had a special bond with Nora, more so than Mallory’s other siblings because of the trauma his mother had put them all through before the twins were born. “Is this a party or a funeral? Jesus, somebody smile already.”
            The somber mood broke as Tate laughed and shook her head. “Cam, go get a drinks for all of us holding babies,” she ordered her husband. Denny grabbed David from Cam’s arms before Cam could complain that he was holding a baby too.
            “Fine,” Cam grumbled and stomped off, this time making Nora smile too.
            Will looked around at his family now, the smiles and laughter warming his heart. He still wasn’t sure what was making Nora sad and causing her to run but he did know that eventually she would come home to heal. Until then, they all just had to wait.
            “Hey, Will,” Sydney broke into his thoughts. He looked over to see her heading in his direction. “The chief just called to see if I wanted to come for a tour of the hospital later this afternoon. Will you drive me so we can get my stuff out of storage after? I really, really miss my stuff.”
            “Sure, darlin’. Not a problem.” His life was pretty good, as far as he was concerned.
***
            The two hours passed quickly and Eve was able to actually leave on time. As she left, she passed the trauma chief giving a young woman a tour. Eve walked out to her car, not thinking a thing of it, just wanting to get home. She wasn’t worried about Gideon. She paid the teenage girl down the hall to walk him during her long shifts.
            But that bath and glass of wine she’d been fantasizing about all day were definitely calling her name. Her cell phone interrupted thoughts of bubbles. Eve stopped to pull her phone from her purse, noticing the man leaning against the truck next to her car. Because she had been staring at the gorgeous man a few feet from her she didn’t look at the caller ID.
            “Hello,” she said distractedly. Hot Guy had heard her and looked over.
            “Evelyn, I have not heard from you in four days.”
            Eve closed her eyes. Her mother, the Antichrist. “I’ve been working.”
            “If you had done something more with your life, you wouldn’t have to do grunt work at the hospital. Or work holidays. You’ve missed Thanksgiving the last three years.”
            On purpose, Eve mouthed and rolled her eyes. “Mom, I don’t do grunt work. I’m a trauma nurse.” Eve didn’t know why she was even trying to have this conversation. Nothing changed her mother’s opinion on Eve’s job.
            “I don’t know why you didn’t go to Duke and then to medical school.”
            “With what money?” Eve snapped. She pulled the phone away from her ear and squeezed the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. Pointing out that her mother had not given Eve access to the college fund Eve’s father had left each of his daughters would only start an argument which would lead to guilt trips and mock distress on her mother’s part.
            “Mom, I just got off a twelve hour shift. I don’t want to argue. Was there something you needed?” Exhaustion beginning to take over, Eve leaned against the trunk of her car.
            “Since you’re so busy, I’ll let you go. I would hate to interrupt your busy life.”
            Eve sighed. “That’s not what I said.”
            “Good bye, Evelyn.” Dead air sang through the earpiece in her phone.
            “Wonderful,” she muttered before dropping the phone back into her purse then grabbing her keys. Two glasses of wine, she decided. Big glasses.
            “A smothering southern mama?” a male voice behind her drawled.
            Eve gasped and turned around. She’d forgotten about the very attractive man standing just a few feet away from her. His eyes were hidden behind reflective lenses, his brown hair tousled from the wind.
            It hit her then that he’d asked a question. “Oh, something like that,” she stammered out as she fumbled her keys. Great job, Eve.
            The man bent to retrieve her keys from under his car. “I have one of those too.”
            “One of what?” she asked, very confused about the conversation they seemed to be having. Or he was having and she was just along for the ride.
“A smothering mama,” he answered with a smile. “You might need these,” he added as he handed her the keys.
            “Thanks.” Eve took her keys, unsure how to get in her car to head home. “Uh, excuse me. I have to go walk my dog.”
            He smiled again then stepped away from both vehicles and extended his hand as if to invite her into her own car.
            “Thanks,” Eve said again quietly while rushing to get into her car. I have to walk my dog? She groaned and barely refrained from banging her head on the steering wheel. “Eve, you’re going to die a virgin with smooth moves like that,” she berated herself as she pulled out of the parking lot. She glanced in the rearview mirror but the man was nowhere to be seen.
***
            Will waited for his sister to finish her tour of the hospital in the parking lot. He spent enough time in the ER for work that he could have given Sydney her welcome tour but he tried to stay out of there when he was off duty. Also, he didn’t want his presence, good or bad, to reflect on Sydney. He wanted the emergency room staff to judge her on her abilities alone.
            His thoughts drifted to the woman he’d encountered in the parking lot. There was something about her curly blonde hair and curvy body that triggered a response in him. She wasn’t even average size, a little bigger than that, but there was something about her that had captured his attention. And her frustration with her mother made him want to guard her, which was absolutely crazy. Last time he wanted to protect a woman, he had been the one to end up burned. It was not happening again.
            “Where are you?” a soft southern voice broke into his thoughts.
            Broken from his thoughts, Will looked down into the blue eyes of his sister and smiled. “Waitin’ right here, darling. How was the tour?”
            Pausing for a moment as if she didn’t believe him, Sydney watched Will’s face through one eye then she grinned and practically jumped up and down. “Oh, I’m so excited, William! I can’t wait to get started. And when the chief was introducing me, everyone was thinking I was an intern and it was hilarious when he told them I was the new resident.”
            Sydney was the smartest of the Carlyle children. No one argued that point, especially with her, because that guaranteed a loss on the complainer’s part. But her brains were just a part of life, just like Cam was the best athlete and Mallory was the kindest. Nate was the loudest and Nora went along with the flow. She and Will were the same in that way. Man, he missed his baby sister.
            But since Sydney was the smartest, she also graduated early from high school and college, which made her the youngest graduate in her class in medical school. So her new colleagues thought she was an intern because she was actually young enough to be one.
            “Are they going to listen to you when you are actually in charge?” Will finally asked.
            “I hope so. Maybe once I get in there and start working they will. I guess we’ll see on Monday.” Sydney shrugged and pushed the bangs back off her forehead. “I still can’t believe everyone came for that picnic.”
            Will smiled as they got into his truck. Sydney had been immediately hired as the new ER resident as soon as she finished her residency in Tennessee. Will knew she was happy to be home. He also knew his mama was happier that another of her chicks was near the nest.
            “So, did you meet any of the nurses?” he tried to ask subtly. Maybe Sydney would know the name of the nurse he’d met in the parking lot. Why the hell does it matter what her name is, Carlyle?
            “Just a few. It was shift change so the staff locker room was kind of crazy. I kept hearing about this one nurse that everyone loves. Her name is Eve. I heard she’s great with patients and families.”
            Could the woman he met be Eve? Will tried the name on for size and decided it could fit. Seriously. Shake it off.
            “Will, you keep spacing off. What’s up?”
            He shook his head. “Nothing. Just glad to have you home.”
            “Liar. Whatever. I’ll figure it out. I’m the smart one.”
            Will laughed at that. “You may be the smartest but Nate is the most obnoxious. He always figured things out before everyone else because we usually just told him to get him to shut the hell up.”
            Sydney grinned. “Well, then I know exactly who to ask for advice.”
            He shook his head as he pulled into traffic. “I could just let you haul your own crap to you apartment.”
            “No, your southern upbringing wouldn’t allow that no matter how annoying you think I am.”
            Will grunted his acceptance and drove toward the storage unit containing Sydney’s belongings that she couldn’t or didn’t take with her to Tennessee. “Just for the record, I’m not hauling this stuff twice.”
            Sydney smiled and winked at her big brother. “That’s okay. If you take it over to my apartment and gently dump it, I’ll call Nate and tell him you had to go to work or something but that I need his help.”
            “That’s a girl,” Will laughed.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Sports Romance Reading Challenge

I am very excited to join my first reading challenge and one that I love anyway- sports romances. This should be fun!!

Reader Contest


      Hello friends and readers. I try to start every project with a working title and book 4 in the Carolina Carlyles series is no different. However, this working title doesn't feel just right. Book 4 is about Sydney and Jake, who you will meet in This Time Around, so I'm hoping you all will help me decide on the perfect title. Leave your suggestions on the comments page of my website (www.ashleymercier.com) by January 31st and I'll pick a winner. This person will get an acknowledgment in Sydney's yet-to-be-named book plus a gift copy of my next ebook This Time Around when it releases. Thanks for your help and I can't wait to see some of the titles you come up with!!

Friday, November 16, 2012

Kind words from a stranger

I got a review on Amazon that made me cry. In the good way. The reviewer said they were "honored" to have read my novel about a woman "who has seen the worst humanity has to offer" and stands up to "fight for what she wants out of life." The reviewer also said that Saving Tate was a perfect example of the saying once you hit rock bottom, "you can only go up from there."

I am the one who is honored 
to have someone say such kind words about something into which I poured my heart and soul. I say it all the time, but people can't really understand what it means when I sell another book. It's a piece of my heart and soul finding another home. I write in the hopes that everyone feels like this reviewer when they read Saving Tate and Fielder's Choice. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

One thousand thirty-six and counting

   It wasn't too long ago that I was sitting in front of my computer, waiting very impatiently for my 100th sale. At the time, I was amazed and humbled that I was able to write something that so many people loved and supported.
   Now, I sit here, in front of my computer and I can't even fathom the numbers I see in front of me. I look at the stats several times a day and the numbers in front of my eyes don't even make sense. And I just wanted to say thank you because I would never have reached the 1,000 mark without each and every one of you who supported me by purchasing my books.
   I try to tell people what it means to know that so many people have fallen in love with these characters I created in my mind, to know that they are all waiting for the next installment of the Carlyle family to be ready, to be connected to people I don't even know through the pieces of my heart I left in my words. It is truly humbling and I thought I had known what it was to be humble but I get proven wrong every day.
   So as the numbers climb higher and my little corner of the world expands more and more, I again say thank you to all of those who have made my dream literally come true. There is no greater feeling in the world than knowing that the beauty and love I so hoped to create has found a home with at least 1,036 of you out there.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Day of Giving

     In an effort to help ABC/Disney in their "Day of Giving" and in honor of my family in New Jersey affected by Superstorm Sandy, I will be donating 100% of my royalties from the sales of my books (Saving Tate and Fielder's Choice) on Monday, November 5th to the Red Cross. It may not be a lot but every bit helps. Please share this with your friends and family and let them know my books are available for sale on the Amazon and Barnes and Noble websites. I will keep track of my sales throughout the day and donate the royalty amount. Thanks for your support and to everyone else who will donate. 

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Ending to Fielder's Choice

   So my friends, in the transition from one laptop to another, the correct and final version of Fielder's Choice was lost and the wrong version was uploaded for sale. So in an effort to rectify the situation, I have posted to ending to Fielder's Choice here. I don't know how it happened and I hope this reaches enough people that purchased the book so they will get the ending they deserve. Thanks for your support.



*******Warning: Adult content. Reader discretion advised.********


Chapter Eighteen

Mallory woke and felt her back burning. Because of her belly, she couldn’t roll to relieve the pain so she scooted to the edge of her bed. Maybe walking for a minute would help.
As she rose, a flood of water escaped from below her nightgown. “Oh. Oh no! Nora!” she cried as a severe contraction grabbed hold of her body.
Nora came flying into the room and switched on the light. “What? What’s wrong?”
“My water just broke. The babies are coming.”
“Okay. Okay, I can totally handle this. Sit down. We’ll get you into some dry clothes. I’ll call Dr. Fletcher and let her know we’re coming. You’re sure it was your water?”
“Yes, Nora. I didn’t wet my pants.”
“Just checking. Okay, get dressed in this,” Nora said as she tossed a cute blue maternity sundress onto the bed beside Mallory. “I’ll go call the doctor and get your hospital bag then I’ll tell Tate we’re leaving.”
“Okay,” Mallory said, breathing through another contraction. “Nora, the cribs are still in the boxes.”
“We’ll figure it all out, Mallory. Just breathe and try to relax. Well as much as you can during labor.”
Mallory chuckled and changed clothes. She slipped on a pair of backless tennis shoes, grabbed her cell phone and purse, and started making her way downstairs.
Nora met her at the door with her hospital bag. “Ready, Mama?”
“I guess I can’t really say no, can I?”
“Sure you can. Just cross your legs and that should do it.”
“Don’t tell Syd that. We’ll get an anatomy and biology lesson,” Mallory said laughing.
They made their way to Mallory’s car and headed toward the hospital. Nora kept glancing over at Mallory and it was making Mallory crazy.
“I’m doing my breathing. Stop staring at me.”
“That’s not what I was wondering.”
“Then what?”
“Did you call him?”
Mallory closed her eyes. “No. They’re still on the road. What good would it do? Besides, I haven’t heard from him since he left the hospital three weeks ago.”
She looked down at the ring on her right hand. She had thought seriously that morning about taking it off but she had promised him as much time as he needed. It hurt every day to look at that ring and not know if he was coming back.
“Mal, I think you should call him. He loves you.”
“I know but he needs space.”
“He would want to be there during the birth of his children,” Nora argued.
“I know that, too. Please just drive, Nora. I can’t do all this right now.”
“Fine.” Nora kept her gaze forward the rest of the way to the hospital. When they arrived, she stopped at the main entrance.
“They’re waiting for you up in maternity. Your doctor should be here soon. I’ll go park then meet you up there.”
“Alright. Thank you,” Mallory said and squeezed her sister’s hand.
“Go get ready to have those babies.”
After Mallory levered herself out of the car, Nora drove around looking for a parking spot. She found one then picked up her phone. “Sorry, Mal. You don’t always know what’s best.”
She dialed and waited for the voice on the other end.
“She needs you. The babies are coming,” she said when he answered.
“I’m on my way right now.”

Nora sat at her sister’s bedside, exhausted. Coaching Mallory through the birth of her twins had been one of the most physically, mentally and emotionally taxing events Nora had ever gone through.
She was beginning to doze when the door opened but she thought nothing of it. Nurses had been coming in periodically to check on Mallory. But the whispered voice coming from behind her was no nurse.
“Oh God. Nora.”
She jolted and turned to see Patrick standing in the doorway.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, her hands shaking.
“I needed to see you, to make sure you were alright.” His eyes coursed over her entire body as if looking for marks, his gaze landing on the scar on her right arm where Mrs. Thatcher had cut her.
“I’m fine.”
“Christ, Nora. I didn’t even know you had left North Carolina until your mom called my mom to say Mallory’s twins had been born. Then I got the full story about everything that happened. I can’t believe you were taken hostage.”
She didn’t know what to say so she remained silent. Which was beneficial because he kept talking.
“I did what you asked Nora. I stayed away. But it scared me when I heard about what happened here. I left James with my parents and made arrangements and I got the first flight out that I could find.”
“It was three weeks ago,” she said, wondering why James was with Patrick’s parents and not his own mother but refusing to ask the question.
“Not for me. For me it was this morning.” He took a step in her direction but she took one back.
She shook her head. “Patrick, I can’t do this.”
“I just have to tell you-”
“No!” She winced at her own raised voice and glanced over at Mallory’s sleeping form. She motioned Patrick out into the hall. “No,” she said again quietly. “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to know anything.”
“You can’t just cut me out of your life,” he argued. “We’ve been friends for fifteen years.”
“I have to,” she pleaded, hoping he could understand. “Please, just let me go. I can’t stand by and watch you with a baby that should have been mine. I can’t do it. So please, if you care for me at all, leave me alone. You make it hurt too much.”
Nora felt the tears escape her eyes but she couldn’t stop them.
Patrick watched the girl he’d always known and the woman he loved fall apart. Because of him. Because he had been blind to what had been in front of him for years. So, he’d give her what she wanted. For now.
“Okay. I’ll leave. I just had to see you for myself.”
“And I appreciate you coming out here but what I really need is a clean break.”
Patrick shook his head. “I’ll give you space, blue eyes, but there will come a time when you’re going to need me and I’ll be right there.” He stepped closer again and cupped her wet cheek in his palm. “And from that day on, Nora Katherine Carlyle, you won’t be able to push me away.”
With that he kissed her gently on the lips. “I still love you,” he whispered then turned and left a shattered Nora in his wake.



“Mal.”
Groggy, she opened her eyes and looked at Denny in the hospital room doorway. “What…”
“Nora called me.” God, she looked so tired. He walked to her bedside and reached for hand. “How do you feel?”
“Kind of empty.” She smiled slightly and squeezed his hand. “I’m just tired. And a lot sore.”
“I bet.”
“Have you seen them?” Mallory asked quietly.
“Yeah. God, baby, they’re so beautiful. We did that. How could something so perfect come from me?”
Mallory sat up gently and cupped his face in her hands. “Because you are perfect, Denny Thatcher.”
“Mal…”
“Wait, just wait please.” When he nodded, she continued. “You weren’t the only one who needed time to think. I screwed up so many times I don’t even know where to start apologizing. You were right about everything. I was scared of getting hurt and letting you in. I was scared of losing you if you didn’t want the babies. I was scared you’d find someone that was more interesting. Every accusation you hurled at me was dead on and I’m sorry I let you down.”
“Mallory, stop. Don’t cry. I hate when you cry.” Denny sat beside her on the bed and pulled her into his arms. “Shh, baby. I’ve got you.”
After she calmed, Mallory pulled back a little. “Are you okay?”
Denny exhaled deeply. “I was getting there but when Nora called me, everything clicked into place. I knew where I needed to be and what I needed to be doing. The past can’t be changed but I know that I’m not responsible for Daniel’s death. My mother’s death is still going to mess with me a little but I think with you holding my hand, I can make it through.
“We both sabotaged our relationship for reasons we may never understand fully. But I have to live with the fact that I missed my children’s birth.”
“I should have called you,” Mallory whispered against his shirt. “I’m sorry.”
“Me too, baby. I’m sorry you had to go through this alone.”
“Nora was with me but I wish it had been you. Even if I had called, you probably wouldn’t have made it in time. So don’t feel bad.”
Denny smiled sadly. “Can’t help it.”
Mallory smiled back at him. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too.” Denny leaned down and kissed her softly. “I promise I won’t ever walk away again, no matter how much space I think I need.”
“Good to know.”
Denny grabbed her right hand and slid off the ring she placed there three weeks ago. “You told me before I left that I’d have to be the one to put this back where it belongs. I’m sorry I made you doubt me. I’m sorry you had to go through this alone. I’m so sorry for everything that has happened but I know as long as we’re together we can take on anything that may come our way.” He slid the ring onto her left ring finger. “Now, for the last time, will you marry Mallory?”
She smiled and wiped the tear off her cheek. “Of course I will. But I have one condition.”
“Uh oh. How bad is it?”
She smacked his arm softly. “Shut it, Thatcher. I don’t want some big media frenzy. I just want my family there. So as soon as they all get here, can we just get married? No huge plans, no designer gown, no massive wedding cake. I just want to finally start our lives together. Today in the hospital where our children were born.”
Denny smiled sweetly down at the love of his life. “That sounds pretty good to me. And then we can go home to my place and start living that life. You’ll have to tell me what you think of the kitchen.”
“Yeah, about that. I have still never seen the inside of you house.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll love it.” Mallory eyed him warily but he just laughed. “According to Nora, I’m the only parent of those twins with a ready nursery.”
Now she smiled. “You put your cribs together?”
“Well, yeah. The day after we got them.”
“I’m still nervous about your house.”
Denny laughed. “Just trust me.”
“I do,” she said softly. “Always.”
Denny kissed her lips once more then rose from the bed. “Let’s go see the babies.”
“I didn’t name them yet. I wanted you here for that. We hadn’t really discussed names.”
“Yeah, I know. What were you thinking?”
“Well, I like Bayleigh Jane and Benjamin Daniel. What do you think?”
The tears shimmered in his eyes as he held Mallory close to his heart. “It’s perfect. God, I love you. Thank you, baby. So much. For waiting for me, for loving me, for choosing me when you could have anybody else.”
Mallory placed her hands against his cheeks and forced him to look her in the eye. “I would choose you, Denny. Every time.”


Epilogue

Somehow, her family had turned the drab hospital chapel into a magical wedding venue. Light from the candles softened the harsh white walls; supermarket flower arrangements now adorned every surface in beautiful vases and even a few water pitchers from the nurse’s station.
Mallory sat in a back pew and looked around the room, Bayleigh in her arms. “Well, buttercup, your daddy has no reason to forget your birthday or our anniversary.”
“Hey, I resent the idea that I’d forget either,” Denny growled from behind his soon-to-be wife and their daughter.
Mallory turned around laughing, then just smiled at the way Denny cradled Benjamin in his arms. “Looks good on you, Thatcher,” she said softly.
He smiled back and looked down at his son. “I think so too. You don’t look so bad yourself. The Carlyle ladies strike again.”
Mallory glanced down at the white sundress her mother brought to the hospital. Her hair was curled, her makeup was flawless and her hospital slippers matched her dress beautifully.
“They did good. This place is wonderful.”
“Well, thank you, sweet pea. We tried.”
Denny and Mallory turned to find the whole Carlyle clan standing behind them. Well, almost everyone.
“Mama, where’s Nora?” Mallory asked as her mother relieved her of Bayleigh’s small form.
Becca glanced at her husband and Sydney before answering. “She left.”
Mallory shook her head. “What do you mean she left? That’s not like her.”
Tom handed a piece of paper over to Mallory and ran a hand down her hair. “This was at Cam’s house when we got there.”
It was just a simple piece of notebook paper but it felt like much more than that in Mallory’s hand. She unfolded the note as Denny sat beside her.
In her sister’s sweet handwriting, they read:

Mal, I’m sorry I have to miss your wedding day. You can’t imagine how much I want to be there for you and Denny. But my life is a mess and I need to figure out who I am and where I’m going. I love you so much. Thank you for taking care of me and for always just being there. I’ll let you all know where I am when I get there. I love everyone and I will see you all soon. Kiss those babies for me. I’m proud of you, Mal. You’re an amazing woman and you’re going to be an amazing mother. Talk to you soon. Nora

            Mallory wiped the tear off her cheek and rested her head against Denny’s shoulder. “Why would she just leave? Why not talk to somebody?”
            “I don’t know, baby, but she seemed pretty upset when I got here.”
            A light cough sounded from behind the family. “Is this the Carlyle-Thatcher wedding party?”
            Mallory looked back at the gentleman and smiled. “Yes, thank you for coming.”
            He nodded before speaking again. “Well, shall we get you married?”
            Mallory looked over at Denny. “We can wait for Nora if you want, Mal.”
            She looked down at the note in her hand and exhaled. “No. She wouldn’t want that. I know she wants to be here but something is preventing that from happening. So we’ll get married today like we planned and hope we can help Nora with whatever has her so upset.”
            Denny smiled and kissed her. “Sounds like a plan. I love you.”
            “I love you too.” She glanced down at the note once more and said a silent prayer for Nora.
            “Coming, baby?” Denny asked as he stood and held a hand out for Mallory.
            She accepted his hand and finally felt at peace with her life as she heard her two children start to cry.