"I was really in for a romantic read and that was exactly what I got! Coming Home the Long Way was romance all over from the first page until the last! I enjoyed reading this tremendous work written by the hand of Margaret Wilson--and now I only can end this review by stating that Coming Home the Long Way was a marvellous book to read! And--Mrs. Margaret Wilson, when is the next one coming???"--Sylvie, Euro Reviews, Rating, 5 GOLD RINGS
"Margaret Wilson did a beautiful job at creating a scene that is brought to life from taking the reader to Tuscany all the way back to New York, including a villain that readers will hate yet the child in you will love. I loved the book for its rich and beautiful scenes throughout the novel."--Lena C., Fallen Angel Reviews, 4 ANGELS
"Coming Home the Long Way weaves a story of love, lost love, tender romance, conflict, sabotage and just about everything that keeps the reader spellbound. The characters are fascinating and the strength they each endure brings them closer together as a big huge family. Margaret Wilson fashions a poignant story that is not only genuine but reaches out and touches the reader. It is not only well-written but allows the reader to get an in-depth feeling of all the characters, not just the main ones, as well as feel their emotions and kept this reader grabbing the tissues."--Cherokee, Coffee Time Romance
"Well paced with good dialogue, COMING HOME THE LONG WAY is a sizzling hot romance and a warm family story that romance readers will enjoy."--Marilyn Heyman, Romance Reviews Today
Daniel lifted his glass and clinked it with Kathleen's. "To the kids, may they not repeat all their parent's mistakes."
"Just the really good ones," Kathleen amended, a big grin on her face.
Daniel returned the grin. He took her hand and asked, "We were a good mistake, weren't we, Kathleen?"
Kathleen squeezed his hand for a moment and then withdrew hers. "I don't think of you as a mistake."
"You love John?"
"I married him," she replied, eyes downcast.
"So you're happy with him. Of course you are. Why wouldn't you be? A successful doctor, a good provider, can give you a trip like this. So have you taken up golf yet? Don't most doctors wives play golf?" His tone was bitter.
"I'm not going to explain or justify my marriage to you. It would have been a lot different if you hadn't..." Kathleen stopped in mid sentence.
"I don't think so. I don't think it would have been any different. Only took you a week or so to get over me." Daniel swallowed his wine in a gulp and poured more. His hands were shaking.
Kathleen slammed her glass on the table. "I was a basket case when you left. I didn't know I could cry that much. I didn't eat, or sleep. John was there for me."
"And I wasn't." Daniel's face crumpled.
She looked at him, eyes glinting with anger. "That's right, not a letter, not a phone call. Even if you didn't want to be my lover you could have been a friend. John was my friend and ... well ... I took advantage of his friendship and slept with him. I was so lonely for you and I needed ... needed to be touched, to be held. I felt dead inside."
"Stop, Kathleen." Daniel stood up and threw some money on the table.
"Same old Danny, run away."
Daniel's face was a mask of pain, but he sat down. "It was better that I left. Sooner or later you would have left me, left Leo, moved on. And you did, right into the arms of Mr. All American, with a nice bank account."
Kathleen looked at him in utter amazement. "God, you haven't learned anything at all. I married him because I was pregnant. He stood by me, loved me. He didn't run away when things got rough."
She stood up and started to walk away. Daniel grabbed her arm to stop her. She looked at his hand on her arm until he removed it. "Now who's running?"
"Danny, I've spent the last four years missing you. How can you possibly imagine that I would have ever left you? That I ever got over you? I loved Leo like he was my own. I wanted us to be a family. You were never a failure in my eyes. Never. Until you ran away." She swiped her eyes and stared at him. "You have absolutely no idea how much I loved you."
Daniel grabbed her arm again. Her face was tear streaked and she needed to blow her nose. He held her upper arms tightly and pulled her to him. "I never got to kiss the bride," he said sadly. He touched her lips with his, gently. He felt her try to push him away for a second. Then she whimpered softly and kissed him back. He was in freefall, the kiss intensifying. Kissing her was better than he remembered. Her lips were soft and yielding under h
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