Falling in love gives you no time or place; no reason or excuses. It’s a deliberate act that can leave you breathless from ecstasy or pain. There is no rhyme, no sense, no time. There is no precedence, no priority. It befuddles you. In the right time and place, it can cause you to reach the highest highs or the lowest of lows. Bad timing, though, for any romance can hurt you more than the love itself.
Reese has worked hard all her life to garner the satisfaction in the jobs and levels she has obtained. Landing the position of estate manager for the Cavindish family of England is exciting. A new country, a new challenge, and a new life. She packs up her life in Connecticut, kisses her daughter goodbye and set’s off on what she is sure will be the adventure of a lifetime…in its own time.
Lady Cavindish is shy, retiring, and a bit out of her league when the attractive confident blonde Reese Paulson arrives on the scene to run their family estates for her brother, the lord of the manor. Her admiration for Reese soon turns to hero worship, and at some point, to a love that neither expected. Their love, however, isn’t what the Cavindish family name or properties need. It is bad timing for everyone involved.
The love she feels for Lady Cavindish is totally unexpected, and Reese soon realizes that her presence can only hinder the woman she has fallen for. She makes the excruciating decision for them both to move on, without her.
Finding a new love in Australia, though, proves that life has plans for us that we can only hope gives us what we need. Can Reese move on from the woman she loves, or can she love the women she is with now? How can she forget Veronica, her first love?
Fate, however, brings them together time and time again. Can it time their romance so they can have their happily ever after or is it determined to rip their hearts raw time and time again?
Genre: FICTION / Contemporary WomenSold pretty well
“I got it!” she practically shouted as she read the letter of acceptance and contracts that had arrived by special delivery.
“What did you get?” Gillian asked, curious at the letter her mother was holding so excitedly.
“I got the job in England!” She was so excited she had to read the letter again. She unconsciously fingered the fine scripted and embossed letterhead.
Dear Ms. Paulson,
Pursuant to your application and resume as well as our conversations via the telephone and
internet, I am offering you the position of General Manager for our estates here in England.
Please reply by quickest route so that we may arrange your travel itinerary.
Enclosed are the copies of our contract with you. Please fax at your earliest convenience.
Regards,
Lord Cavandish
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Alexander Sánchez
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