Never Too Late

C Bowling Anna

Description

Amelia Sinclair has lived all her life with the decorum expected of a 19th century banker's wife. She remained faithful to a husband who never loved her, raised three children, and turned away the love of a lifetime. Now widowed at the dawn of a new century and facing her second fifty years, she decides she can no longer deny the love that has burned within her for decades. Can she throw away the only life she has ever known in order to find the only life she has ever wanted?

Sujets

• Historical romance
• Short story

Informations

• Publié par: Uncial Press
• Date de parution: 01 janvier 0001
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781601740212
• Langue: English

Extrait

Never Too Late
 
A Novel Byte Historical Romance
By
Anna C. Bowling
 
 
Uncial Press       Aloha, Oregon 2007
 
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events described herein are products ofthe author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Anyresemblance to actual events, locations, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirelycoincidental.
Copyright © 2007 by Anna C. Bowling
ISBN 13: 978-60174-021-2 ISBN 10: 1-60174-021-2
Cover art and design by Judith B. Glad
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For Melva, Michele and Carol, and the rest of the Wednesday night gang
Never Too Late
December 01, 1899
What shall I write to begin the second half of my life? I begin this diary as I have begunevery one I have ever kept. My name is Amelia Bennington Sinclair. I am fifty-one years old today,and my son has given me this diary. "To write your life's story, Mama," he says.
Were there only one story of a life, that would be an easy task. Today, however, when Ithink of what I would like to record for the ages, I can think only of the way I felt when I was withTommy.
I didn't love Tommy because it was the right thing to do. I just loved him.
Was it right? I'm not sure.
It all happened in one of those pockets of time and space that are cut off from everythingelse. When looked at on their own, for what they are, in and of themselves, then they do make akind of sense.