Kate Fortuneâs Journal Entry
That old clapboard New England home holds such special memories for me. Iâm so pleased that my granddaughter Jane and her son, Cody, are making good use of it. She and her little boy have had a rough time of it. When Codyâs father abandoned Jane before Cody was even born, I knew the road ahead would be difficult. But her family has always been there to support her. Now I hope some of the âmagicâ of the house weaves its spell around her. And that sheâll finally be able to discover true loveâ¦.
Dear Reader,
It isnât often I get the chance to speak directly to you at the beginning of a book, and Iâm so glad my editors at Silhouette gave me that opportunity with A Husband in Time. Iâm very excited to be a part of this special series, and was even more thrilled when I learned the type of story I would be asked to write. When you read it, Iâm sure youâll see why.
A Husband in Time is my twelfth novel with Silhouette. From the very first book, Iâve felt the warmth of those of you who read them. Through the letters you send me, and the books you buy, you let me know that the work I put in to these stories is worth the effort, because someone, somewhere, is getting pleasure from reading them. Thatâs what makes it all worthwhile. And itâs also what keeps me punching away at the keyboard, day after day. As long as you keep enjoying them, Iâll keep writing them.
Happy reading!
a USA TODAY bestselling author whom Romantic Times calls âbrilliantly inventive,â has written more than twenty-five novels for Silhouette.
Maggie has won numerous awards, including two Romantic Times Career Achievement Awards. A five-time finalist for the Romance Writers of Americaâs prestigious RITA>® Award, Maggie also writes mainstream contemporary fantasy and romantic suspense for MIRA Books, and has contributed story lines to network daytime soap operas.
She lives in rural Otselic, New York, with her husband, Rick, with whom she shares five beautiful daughters, two English bulldogs and two grandchildren.
Meet the Fortunesâthree generations of a family with a legacy of wealth, influence and power. As they unite to face an unknown enemy, shocking family secrets are revealedâ¦and passionate new romances are ignited.
JANE FORTUNE: The single mother secretly dreams of finding a husband, and a father for her six-year-old son. She has almost given up hope until a mystery man comes to her out of nowhereâ¦.
ZACH BOLTON: He canât explain who he is, or where heâs come from. He feels at home with Jane and her son, but can he stay with themâforever?
MONICA MALONE: She now owns major shares in Fortune Cosmetics. What further havoc will she create to claim the rest of the Fortune wealth?
JAKE FORTUNE: The hardworking family man is hiding a deep, dark secret. Is he in cahoots with Monica? Once his secret is discovered, the Fortune empire might come tumbling downâ¦.
NATALIE FORTUNE: Kindhearted schoolteacher. Could a farmhouse and St. Bernard inherited from her grandmother lead to the exciting romance with a dashing man sheâs been dreaming of?
LIZ JONES â CELEBRITY GOSSIP
I s anyone but me wondering why Jake Fortune sold Monica Malone sizable shares of stock in Fortune Cosmetics? After all, Monica is just a faded starlet coasting on her former glory and fame. Do you suppose Jake and Monica are having a torrid affair? Or perhaps the shrewd Monica is holding some juicy secret over Jakeâs head and blackmailing him? Rumors are running rampant.
The rest of the Fortunes are up in arms. Now Monica owns a big piece of the business, and who knows what type of control sheâll want to wield.
This is going to be a battle to the bitter end. And Iâm putting my money on the Fortunes!
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Epilogue
August 4, 1897
S ix-year-old Benjamin Bolton rested against a stack of pillows in his bedroomâthe first room on the left, right at the top of the stairs. He couldnât get out of bed very often, not at all without his fatherâs help. But Father had turned his bed around and tied the curtains open so that Ben could see the sky as he lay there. And tonight, as he stared up at the sparkling night sky, he saw a shooting starâ¦and then another, and a third. They zipped across their blue-black home, leaving white-hot trails, and though it wasnât very scientific at all, Benjamin closed his eyes and wished with everything in him.
âThree shooting stars, thatâs three wishes for me. I wishâ¦â He bit his lip, thinking hard to be sure heâd word the wishes right, and not waste them. âI wish to be well again, so I can run and play outdoors, and ride my pony, and not die like they all think Iâm going to, even though they donât say it out loud.â