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Автор: Sandra Steffen
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon Silhouette
Жанр произведения: Зарубежные любовные романы
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isbn: 9781472089069
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      Praise for the work of Sandra Steffen

      “Steffen is one of those authors whose characters and their emotions ring true, which makes each book a heartfelt treat.”

      —Romantic Times

      “Steffen’s characters are thoroughly and thoughtfully conceived…the charm of this tale lies in her lovely portrayal of complex family relationships.”

      —Publishers Weekly on The Cottage

      “Sandra Steffen is a veritable master at creating characters. On a scale of 1–10, a 15!”

      —ReaderToReader.com

      “Steffen knows exactly how hard to tug on readers’ heart-strings for maximum effect.”

      —Booklist

      “Warm, unforgettable characters come to life in Sandra’s small-town setting.”

      —Round Table Reviews on Come Summer

      “A compelling, heartwarming tale. Steffen is a talented author to watch.”

      —Bestselling author Kat Martin on The Cottage

      “A charming, intense story. High drama and gentle reflection—the perfect mix.”

      —Bestselling author Stella Cameron on The Cottage

      “A powerfully riveting story that pulls the reader from page one and doesn’t stop…one of the most original plots I’ve ever seen…flawless characterization.”

      —Romance Reviews Today on Come Summer

      Sandra Steffen

      Sandra Steffen has always been a storyteller. She began nurturing this hidden talent by concocting adventures for her brothers and sisters, even though the boys were more interested in her ability to hit a baseball over the barn—an automatic home run. She didn’t begin her pursuit of publication until she was a young wife and mother of four sons. Since her thrilling debut as a published author in 1992, thirty-three of her novels have graced bookshelves across the country.

      Professional reviewers have called Sandra a veritable master at creating characters, and her books well written, satisfying and intelligent. Her most cherished review came from her youngest son recently when he said, “Mom, I hear your voice as I’m reading your book.”

      This winner of the RITA® Award, the Wish Award, and the National Readers Choice Award enjoys traveling with her husband. Usually their destinations are settings for her upcoming books. They are empty nesters these days. Who knew it could be so much fun? Please visit her at www.sandrasteffen.com.

       Life Happens

      Sandra Steffen

      

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      From the Author

      Dear Reader Friends,

      I hope you enjoy Life Happens. I won’t apologize if this story makes you cry. If it does, I would have to apologize for making you smile, too. It’s human nature to feel as though laughter is somehow our due and tears our punishment, but aren’t both part of life?

      The idea for Life Happens woke me from a deep sleep and came to me complete with a beginning, a middle and an end. It was the first time it had happened this way. From the moment of its conception, I knew I had to tell this poignant story, which began as a tribute to my beloved brother, who died on a blustery night in 1995. The details that led to that day aren’t unique: the diagnosis, the prayers, the bone-marrow transplant that failed, the hole his death left in our family. Just as losing Ron taught me more about life than death, Life Happens became a story about life, too, and the bond between a mother and child, and a man and a woman, a bond so strong it waited nearly two decades to spring up, so fierce it was painful and so full of hope and joy it became a power unto itself.

      Like so many of life’s mysteries, Life Happens was a blessing in disguise, for it has led me down this path to this moment. I’ve been blessed many times over, with family and friends, laughter and luck, and with this gift I’ve been given that wakes me in the middle of the night with stories that insist upon being written. There is one more blessing I can’t fail to mention, and that blessing is you, dear reader friends.

      Until next time and always…

      Sandra

      In loving memory of my brother, and all our brothers—

      and sisters—who’ve fought life’s battles and lost,

      and for all those who’ve won.

      “The highest reward for your toil is not what you get for it but what you become of it.” —John Ruskin

      CONTENTS

      CHAPTER 1

      CHAPTER 2

      CHAPTER 3

      CHAPTER 4

      CHAPTER 5

      CHAPTER 6

      CHAPTER 7

      CHAPTER 8

      CHAPTER 9

      CHAPTER 10

      CHAPTER 11

      CHAPTER 12

      CHAPTER 13

      CHAPTER 14

      CHAPTER 15

      CHAPTER 16

      CHAPTER 17

      CHAPTER 18

      CHAPTER 19

      CHAPTER 1

       M ya Donahue felt naked. And not in a good way.

      What had she done?

      Most of her hair, her beautiful, long, lustrous hair, was gone. What was left stuck out in four- and five-inch tufts, as if she’d gotten caught in some cosmic blender. She turned her head slightly. It was no use. It looked bad from every angle.

      What had she been thinking?

      She could have blamed it on the weather. For generations, the descendants of the Irishmen and Scotsmen who’d settled along this stretch of the rocky coast of Maine had insisted that days like this were at the root of all evil. The day was wet, windy and a little wild, but to blame? It wasn’t the weather. More likely it was the month. April was always a dangerous time for her.

      “A trim?” Rolf had asked when she’d arrived at the trendy hair salon located directly above Brynn’s, her clothing boutique in Portland’s waterfront district.

      For weeks she’d been watching Rolf’s clients traipse past her display windows, looking, if not gorgeous, at the very least fresh and totally transformed. During the lull after lunch today, Mya had flipped the Closed sign in the window and crept upstairs. Shutting the door on a gust of wind and the bawl of a far-off foghorn that sounded suspiciously like the voice of reason, she’d heard herself say, “Surprise me.”

      Surprise me? Had she lost her mind?

      Mya loved new trends: clunky-heeled shoes and boots of all kinds, low-slung pants and the latest jewelry. But other than an occasional trim, she never changed her hairstyle. Until today.

      Even the window-shoppers and early tourists who’d never seen her before had watched her closely the rest of the day. Those who knew her were downright blunt.

      “Whoa,” her after-school clerk exclaimed.

      “You cut your hair!” the woman who owned the bookstore next door had said, in case Mya didn’t know.

      Joe, the kindly deliveryman said, “Don’t worry. It’ll grow