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Arabella hopes her readers have as much pleasure from her ‘easy reading’ ebooks and paperbacks as she has in writing them.
What inspired you to write your book?
What inspired me to write TEMPORARY BRIDE was watching a single parent friend struggle as she raised her child. She’s had to make some tough decisions. Decisions not only about her child, but also about her career and life. It was my friends strong determination and strength of mind that brought the heroine, Amy Denver, to life on the page.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Amy fixed a beaker of warm milk and was about to take it upstairs to Jake. Instead she passed the milk to Max.
“Here you do it. If we’re going to play happy families then we’re doing it my way. You see to your son,” she said with just a hint of anger in her voice.
“Shouldn’t we leave this for another time? I’m not sure how he’s going to respond, having me here,” Max said hesitantly.
“Jake will be fine . . . but the sooner you get used to your new role the better,” Amy said playing him at his own game.
Max took the offered beaker and went upstairs to his son’s bedroom. He found Jake sitting up in bed amongst his soft toys waiting for his drink. Amy followed Max into the room. She wasn’t sure how Jake and Max were going to react together and she waited to see what happened.
“You’re him aren’t you?” Jake was looking at Max and pointing to a framed photograph on the bedside table.
Max handed the milk to Jake and picked up the picture.
“Looks like it. It was taken when your mum and I were at the seaside together,” Max said.
It was a snapshot of Amy and Max on a beach.
The day had been spent windsurfing with some friends and someone had captured a photo of the two of them together. It was the only photograph she had of Max.
“Mummy say’s it’s my daddy,” Jake said innocently.
“Does she?” Max raised an eyebrow amazed that Jake had been told anything about him.
“Are you my daddy?”
Amy sat on the bed and brushed Jake’s hair from his eyes. She remembered how Max had stood at the window downstairs, threatening to take Jake from her. She was so tempted to tell Jake a lie.
“It’s your daddy Jake . . . and sometime soon we’re going to live with him for a while.”
Amy wasn’t looking at her son. She was looking up at Max, assessing his reaction.
Jake gave Max an intense examination from top to toe and then looked at Amy.
“You mean live with my daddy properly . . . like my friend Hector at school lives with his mummy and daddy?”
“Yes,” Max said, “Properly . . . if that’s alright with you and your mum?”
“It’s alright,” he said. It was a child’s simply answer to an adult’s complex question.
“And now it’s time for you to be asleep.” Amy gave Jake a good-night kiss and switched off the bedroom light, leaving the door slightly ajar. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”
Downstairs Max was pulling his jacket on. He was about to leave.
“Thank you for telling Jake the truth. For telling him I’m his father.”
“Max . . . right now I love our son more than I hate you. The only thing I would gain by telling Jake you’re not his father would be the satisfaction of knowing I hurt you. I would never lie to my son and I would never knowingly hurt him.”
“We’ve got plenty of time to sort things out . . .” he said as he turned to leave.
“No we haven’t Max . . . there is nothing to sort out . . . this is business and you’ve got six months of my time. It’s a fixed term contract and the clock is ticking.”