I read a contemporary romance at the end of my very long first pregnancy
over 6 years ago, though I’m not sure when the book was actually published.
The protagonist was a photographer, who had a troubled first marriage with
an abusive husband. Financially she is struggling because she walked away
from the relationship without a penny, with only her quiet beauty and
dignity intact. Luckily she’s housesitting for a friend with a fabulous
place by the sea. Her neighbor is a handsome, wealthy playboy. He’s
emotionally unavailable because of some manipulative ex, who has tried to
snare him and his seed.
Our heroine has fragile health and believes herself infertile. After
breaking what she believes to be the terrific news of her miraculous
conception, she is given a soul crushing speech in which the love of her
life states he will pay for his issue but wants nothing to do with either of
She refuses the money, I want to say she rips up an obscenely large check
in front of their adjoining ocean front properties, the tempestuous sea
swirling in the back drop.
Valiantly she tries to hang on to her pregnancy but in the end she
miscarries all alone. After some investigating (including an interview with
her physician that I’m sure is unethical if not illegal. but such is
wealthy playboy’s magnetism…) he finds out that she wanted his baby and
not his fortune.
Bringing her back from the edge of despair involves an extended sailing
trip on his private yacht, many tears and on the final night a resumption of
their passion, with promises of never abandoning her again.
I owned this book but a couple of children later, I’ll be damned if I know
where it is. Under normal circumstances, not a memorable read but I’m
sentimentally attached to it and desperate to read it again.
Is it me, or does this sound like a Harlequin Presents? Anyone remember this book? And it is a prerequisite that all romance billionaire tycoons own yachts?