Bitchin' Blog Posts
I read it in about 1988. It was most likely a Harlequin or Harlequin
Presents because that is what my local library stocked.
Scant details. A young woman is pregnant, the older brother of the
“boyfriend” takes responsibility and marries the young lady. Older brother
is a wealthy executive/entrepreneur, something like that. She knows that he
doesn’t love her, but knows that she is better off being married than not,
when she is expecting a baby.
The scene which stuck with me is that she has a craving for fudge one night.
He goes off and returns with fresh fudge. In the morning she thanks the
housekeeper who informs her that her husband made the fudge and dirtied
every pot in the kitchen. She begins referring to her fetus as Fudge.
When she miscarries, she checks herself out of the hospital and disappears.
Husband finally tracks her down and you can guess the rest.
I’ve looked for lists of books from 1988 or 1987, and had no luck so far.
If anyone remembers this book/title/author, I’d be grateful.
Ok, I’m so sure someone will know this one, but, um, this gave me a major case of the squicks. “Fudge?”