The Painter's Tempest In A Teapot [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Nancy A. Lindley-Gauthier
eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: Berwick, Maine, 1921: Delightful Miss Sarah Woods, resident sophisticate (as she would most assuredly describe herself), graciously agrees to take on matchmaking duty for her young neighbor. Naturally, she must train young Lilly in aspects of culture and an appreciation of the finer things first. Then there is that careful balance to consider: the line between what would get her a man and what was too risqué for the gal's mother to tolerate.
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./Vintage Rose
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2009
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Reading time: 29-40 min.
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For a long moment, all she could do was stare. His bronzed muscles seemed to shimmer in the glare of the sun, his face peered up the beach hopefully, endlessly good-natured. She forced herself to turn away, hand over her mouth. All around, the ladies of the town sat under their big umbrellas and watched this giant of a man, half-naked, emerge like some sea-god onto their shore.
She felt a wave of warmth, a heat that had nothing to do with the sun. The warmth seemed to spread upwards through her body. She felt her face flush and she stood indecisively.
Rebecca leaned to look past the inconvenient umbrella, and said, "Surely that's Rolly there, isn't it? Aren't you going to run down to the beach to say hello?"
"He's brought the Princess in close," Beatrice said absently, while her mother harrumphed and muttered "My word," several times, accompanied by a series of firm head shakes. Sarah could not imagine what all the beach goers were thinking; or rather, she could imagine all too well! They all saw this boorish oaf was coming in this coarse and unrefined manner to call upon her! She, who had stood as a pillar, indeed, a bastion of grace and refinement for this isolated community.
"I cannot have a fisherman!" Sarah burst out, before she scampered from their little square of picnic blanket and dashed for the distant dunes.