Son of Catholic priest tells all. This romance novel is based on a true love story-the story of the author's parents. The character of a tenacious young woman, Bouvette Sherwood, who is a successful New York Broadway producer and actress, drives the plot. In the mid 1940s Bouvette meets and falls in love with a charming alcoholic, Hughie Hewitt. He has a secret though, which he keeps from her during their intense courtship-he is a Catholic priest. Their love story unfolds into a kaleidoscope of intrigue, suspense, betrayal, and romance.
Genre: FAMILY & RELATIONSHIPS / Love & Romance4.7 stars on Amazon.com
Perhaps this story should not be told. Perhaps some things are better left unsaid. But I ache to tell this story of the strength and passion of a remarkable woman. Indeed, were it not for this woman, I would not be alive today.
Our story begins…
“No, I mustn’t do this,” thought Hughie Hewitt. He envisioned devastating consequences, consequences that would befall not only him but also the lovely twenty-five-year-old woman who sat before him.
The year was 1946. On this cold, wintry night in the upper east side of Manhattan, a slender man in his late thirties and a beautiful young woman sat in the dimly lit bar of Rao’s Italian Restaurant. The spicy aroma of marinara sauce filled the air as an old wooden clock chimed the hour. It was three a.m. They were the only patrons left. The candle’s flame flickered rays of light onto her delicate face as she moved closer to him.
Bouvette Sherwood gazed into the deep blue eyes of this attractive, clean-shaven man not knowing the danger that lay ahead. Hughie Hewitt knew the danger, but still, he said nothing. She entranced him.
Hiding the agony that was within him, Hughie watched as she gently brushed the fiery auburn hair from her face. The movement formed a waterfall of brilliant color, sending ripples of light cascading through her long red hair. His infatuation increased. She sipped on her cherry coke.
“An angel,” Hughie thought, “I’m in the presence of an angel.”
The door bell jingled, and a small man with a cigar stub in the corner of his mouth entered the bar.
“One a’ yooz guys call a cab?” he asked, wiping the moisture from his nose.
“Yes, I did. I’ll be with you in a moment,” Bouvette said, smiling politely.
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Caterina Lo Gioco
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Author review: Always met the time schedule. She is very pleasant to work with. My friends who speak Italian read her work and said she did an excellent job. I recommend her highly. |
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Marina Ferreira
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Gerson Daniel Contreras Barreto
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