Editorial Reviews. About the Author. Sarah Mayberry was born in Melbourne, Australia. Ever since she learned to read and write she has wanted to be an author. Editorial Reviews. About the Author. Sarah Mayberry was born in Melbourne, Australia. Kindle Store; ›; Kindle eBooks; ›; Literature & Fiction. From bed to baby tobliss? A chance encounter. A steamy night together. That's all Rhys Walker signs on for when Charlotte "Charlie" Long sashays across his.
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Compre The Other Side of Us (English Edition) de Sarah Mayberry na site. forfindsebullperf.ga Confira também os eBooks mais vendidos, lançamentos e livros digitais . I've pretty much always wanted to be a writer. In pre-school I was always rifling through the craft cupboard, looking for paper to take home and turn into 'books'. Two reader-favorite office romance stories about mixing business with pleasure Can't Get Enough by Sarah MayberryJack Brook and Claire Marsden have to.
Okay, occasionally I tripped. I discovered romance novels through both my grandmothers. Those were the days After I finished high school, I took a BA in Professional Writing and it was around that time I started trying to write my first romance novel. Thanks to Georgette Heyer, my early attempts were all Regency romances.
They will never see the light of day. Then I tried contemporary romance. I appreciate it. He kept walking. Didn't even come close. That there's no one to look after him? That he's living in a house filled with stacked-up newspapers and eating canned food?
She looked appalled. Shocked that anyone could be so cold. He almost smiled.
His father had obviously done a great job convincing her he was a harmless, little old man. And who knew, maybe age had genuinely mellowed him. Good for him. He half expected her to follow him. She'd been so full of fire and brimstone that he wouldn't have put it past her.
He waited, muscles tense, but no one came through the door. He strode through the showroom to the office. Gabby was going over a supplies manifest, one elbow on the desk, a fluorescent marker between her teeth. She blinked and he realized he'd barked the question instead of asking it like a normal person.
Where's the old answering machine? But if he didn't, it's where it always is. Tyler hefted boxes out of the way until he'd unearthed the machine.
Gabby made a rude noise. Talk about hopeless. He knew from experience that the machine only recorded twenty messages before it reached capacity. He wondered how many important calls they'd missed over the past few weeks. The first three messages were customers with queries that he knew had long since been handled.
He pressed the fast-forward button.
He saw she had a pen in hand and had been jotting down names and numbers as the messages played. I'm calling for Tyler Adamson. My name's Ally Bishop. I'm living next door to his father, Bob, up here in Woodend. I thought Tyler would like to know that his father is in hospital. Gabby was uncharacteristically silent behind him. He and Gabby had gone out for three years, so she knew he never saw his father.
But he'd never told her why.
Dino was on the lathe and Wes was sanding a tabletop, his face hidden behind safety goggles and a dust mask. Paul and Carl were marking up some wood.
Kelly would be out the back somewhere, no doubt, checking on inventory or spraying something in the booth. Tyler breathed in the familiar smell of fresh-cut wood and varnish, then headed straight to the mezzanine where his work space was located. He sat in front of his drawing board and tried to lose himself in the design for a sideboard, but his head was full of old memories and feelings he'd thought long forgotten.
His father, red in the face, spittle flying from his mouth as he raged at Tyler for being insubordinate and useless. His brother cowering beneath the lash of his father's belt while Tyler watched, filled with a mix of horror and shameful relief that this time it wasn't him on the receiving end of his father's wrath. His mother, thin-lipped, telling him that he'd brought it on himself for being cheeky and rebellious. Happy times, indeed.
Was it any wonder Tyler had escaped as soon as he could, following his brother's lead and bailing on school and home when he was barely seventeen? Not once. Sure, he'd visited when his mother was still alive, driven by guilt and obligation. But when she died ten years ago, he'd made a promise to himself to never go back, to put it all behind himself and never dredge it up again.
Tyler swore beneath his breath. So what if his father was sick? So what if he was dying? Being closer to the grave didn't make him less of a bully and a coward, and it certainly didn't expunge seventeen years of violence and anger.
Tyler glanced at her. She leaned against the door frame, her arms crossed beneath her small breasts, her brown eyes steady on him. She wore her hair short, like Ally Bishop, but it was straight instead of curly so she looked more boyish than puckish. His refusal to talk about his childhood had been one of the major hurdles of their failed relationship.
One of her favorite accusations had been that he was "emotionally withholding. Just because he wanted to leave the past in the past didn't mean he was holding anything back. It was simply irrelevant. The offer stands if you want it. He'd had his fill of short, dark-haired women telling him what to do today.
By the time he descended from the mezzanine, the workshop was silent and the light was off in Gabby's office. He did a quick lap of the building, checking doors, inspecting the pieces that had been put to one side ready for delivery, ensuring the machinery was all switched off.
Last year, T.
Furniture Designs had turned over nearly four million dollars. Years of hard work and commitment to quality craftsmanship and design were, at last, paying off and if things kept going the way they were, the company would outgrow their current premises in the next few years.
Not so useless, after all, hey, Dad? He stopped in his tracks, hand poised to flick off the master light switch. Product details File Size: May 15, Sold by: Harlequin Digital Sales Corp. English ASIN: Enabled X-Ray: Not Enabled. Share your thoughts with other customers. Write a customer review. Showing of 11 reviews. Top Reviews Most recent Top Reviews. There was a problem filtering reviews right now. Please try again later. Mass Market Paperback Verified download.
This books is very much a contemporary romance with characters who seem and act credible for our time. We have a hero and a heroine with skeletons in their closets - the hero because he was beaten and abused not sexually by his father when he was a kid and the heroine because she had a very selfish mother.
They slowly get closer to one another but also have their issues which make them stay apart.
Okay, occasionally I tripped. I discovered romance novels through both my grandmothers. Those were the days After I finished high school, I took a BA in Professional Writing and it was around that time I started trying to write my first romance novel.
Thanks to Georgette Heyer, my early attempts were all Regency romances. They will never see the light of day. Then I tried contemporary romance.
Again, no joy. Since no one was banging down my door offering me a publishing contract for a gazillion dollars, I took a job in trade journalism writing about Nuts and bolts and electric drills. Six years of them, in fact. This was a great job, and it taught me an enormous amount about character, story, structure and emotional story telling.
I went back to the drawing board. I wrote. I submitted. I waited.