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He held on to Andrea with all his strength, hoping that maybe the two of them together could will away any future problems for Dani, even while knowing they were powerless.
Life happened. It just did. There was no good luck charm to ward off bad events or illnesses, or parents letting their kids go into foster care … no way to skip around the messy parts.
As they stood holding each other it hit Sam how, without even realizing it, they’d become a kind of family where Dani was concerned. Did he love her? Even if he did think he might love Andrea, being a reasonable man, he still couldn’t believe it was possible yet. Was he ready to tell her something he wasn’t even sure he was capable of?
Plus, he had Dani now. There would be two broken hearts if things didn’t work out. Yet Dani had fallen for Andrea right off, and kids were usually pretty good judges of character. Which brought his thoughts full circle to Andrea, the woman in his arms, who’d gone all weepy worrying about his son. Yeah, they’d become a modern-day melded family whether they were ready for it or not.
Those astounding thoughts had him squeezing her even tighter, mostly for support. How had this happened so quickly, and was it even possible?
Writers are often asked where they get their ideas for stories. I can tell you I get mine all over the place! The spark that spurred A Mother for His Adopted Son came from an article about an ocularist in a regional magazine I subscribe to from Maine. I’d never heard of the profession, and was fascinated by this woman who’d been an art student but for the last thirty years had wound up making beautiful prosthetic eyes for clients. I clipped and held on to that article for a couple of years and it percolated in the back of my mind.
Another day, I was driving around doing errands and listening to the radio when an intriguing interview aired, about a sightless man who had become amazingly independent through using a technique called echolocation. The interviewer began by describing this man as having beautiful blue eyes and, yes, they were prosthetics. He’d lost both his eyes by the time he was eighteen months old to retinoblastoma, but his mother never let his blindness hold him back from exploring and being adventurous. That sparked my dormant ocularist idea and, as they say, a story kernel was created!
An ocularist isn’t a ‘usual’ job for a Medical Romance character, so I ran it by my editor, who was open and encouraging about the idea. Soon the character Andrea came to be, and shortly after that a little boy named Dani, too. But who would be the hero of this story, and why? It didn’t take long for the gorgeous pediatrician Dr Sammy to come into being—a dedicated doctor who believes in medical missions and adoption for very personal reasons.
I hope you enjoy the dramatic and often emotional love story between Andrea and Sam as they work their way to their happily-ever-after.
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Love,
Lynne
LYNNE MARSHALL used to worry that she had a serious problem with daydreaming—and then she discovered she was supposed to write those stories! Being a late bloomer, she came to fiction-writing after her children were grown. Now she battles the empty nest by writing stories which include romance, medicine, and always a happily-ever-after. She is a Southern California native, a woman of faith, a dog lover, and a curious traveller.
To foster parents and adoptive parents worldwide, who open their homes and hearts and make a difference in young lives.
SAM MARCUS STOOD in the observation room above the OR suite in St. Francis of the Valley Hospital, waiting for his child to lose an eye. He’d seen his share of surgeries before, being a pediatrician, but never for someone he loved. This time he needed an anchor, so he leaned against the window to see his son better and to offer support against the threat of his buckling knees.
He watched as the anesthesiologist put his tiny boy under and while the surgeon measured the eye globe and cornea dimensions, the length of the optic nerve. His heart thumped in his chest, and a fine line of sweat gathered above his lip as the surgeon made the first incision. He swiped it away with a trembling hand, trying his best to get his mind wrapped around what was happening.