Baby On His Hollywood Doorstep
A roaring twenties runaway… A baby who needs a daddy! With the Chicago mob hot on her heels and her late best friend’s baby in her arms, Helen Hathaway hightails to Hollywood. There she finds little Grace’s uncle, charismatic film producer Jack McCarney. She knows she should keep him – and Grace – at arms’ length, after all they could be wrenched apart by Grace’s father’s return. But instead she’s falling for Jack…bonded by the baby who needs them both…
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A roaring twenties runaway...
A baby who needs a daddy!
With the Chicago mob hot on her heels and her late best friend’s baby in her arms, Helen Hathaway hightails it to Hollywood. There she finds little Grace’s uncle, charismatic film producer Jack McCarney. She knows she should keep him—and Grace—at arm’s length; after all, they could be wrenched apart by Grace’s father’s return. But instead she’s falling for Jack, bonded by the baby who needs them both...
A lover of fairytales and cowboy boots, LAURI ROBINSON can’t imagine a better profession than penning happily-ever-after stories about men—and women—who pull on a pair of boots before riding off into the sunset…or kick them off for other reasons. Lauri and her husband raised three sons in their rural Minnesota home, and are now getting their just rewards by spoiling their grandchildren. Visit: laurirobinson.blogspot.com, facebook.com/lauri.robinson1 or twitter.com/LauriR.
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BABY ON HIS HOLLYWOOD DOORSTEP
© 2019 Lauri Robinson
Published in Great Britain 2019
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To my only sister, Cheri.
An amazing woman.
Contents
Chicago, Illinois, 1925
She’d done it!
Helen Hathaway pinched the clasp on her purse, making sure it was securely closed. It was only a piece of paper, but that secretarial course certificate meant far more to her. It was her future.
She already had a job!
Would start tomorrow.
The happiness of her accomplishment was overshadowed by worry of what her father would say about it all. She pressed a hand to her churning stomach while glancing at the back of his head in front of her. He was driving, her brother sitting next to him. The two of them were laughing about something. She hadn’t heard what. Hadn’t been paying attention.
Her mind was on that certificate in her purse.
She glanced at her mother, sitting next to her in the backseat. Mother was the only one who knew she’d taken the secretarial course. Who knew she wanted a job outside of the family business. One that would eventually get her out of Chicago.
Far. Far away.
A hint of guilt tickled Helen’s stomach. Not even Mother knew how far away she wanted to get.
Offering her one of her secretive smiles, Mother nodded. “Ray,” she said while smoothing the cuff of the pink glove on her wrist. “Helen has something to celebrate tonight, too.”
“She does?” Father answered.
A ripple of excitement shot through Helen at the sound of enthusiasm in his voice. She bit back a smile, but it was to no avail. She couldn’t keep it hidden.
