LongLost Father,Used

Product Description What would you do if the husband you thought was dead walked into your life, wanting to pick up where you'd left off?Brett had been gone for six years. Wonderful memories were all Samantha hadshe'd also been left to raise their little girl alone.But Brett is alive, and has finally found his wife. Only now he has a daughter who's a stranger to him and who will never be able to see what her daddy looks like.Although Brett knows he can never make up for the missing years, he's still Sam's husband. And although she's changed, and treats him with wary caution, he still loves her with a burning passionone he hopes will rekindle their marriage! Review Melissa James is a fabulous writer who speaks from her heart straight to the heart of the reader. The Best Reviews Tracey WestMelissa James seizes the reader by the heart and leaves her smiling with satisfaction. Five Stars CataRomance Reviews Donna Zapf From the Publisher The daughter he never knew about may be blind, but his love for her mother is not. Now Brett and Sam must put aside the past for the sake of Casey's future. From the Author The darling little girl in this storyCasey is based on my beautiful niece, Lily Maya, who is legally blind, but never lets that stop her from living life to the full. About the Author Melissa James is a former nurse, waitress, shop assistant and history student at university. Falling into writing through her husband (who thought it would be a good way to keep her out of trouble while the kids were little) Melissa was soon hooked. A native Australian, she now lives in Switzerland which is fabulous inspiration for new stories. Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Casey. This is my daughter. A jolt of awareness filled him: a gentle awakening of some emotion hed long buried beneath anger and denial. She was his daughter all right: he could see a pair of twitching dimples beside her mouth, and the enormous goldenbrown eyes gazing in his direction. The photos hed seen hadnt done her beauty any justice at all. He couldnt stop staring at this haunting, delicate, beautiful child. This is my child. My daughter. "Hello?" Caseys voice trembling with sudden uncertainty. "Mummy?" He wanted to hit himself for being so stupid. Lesson number one in being a daddy to a specialneeds child: always answer her when she talks to you. "Im here, sweetheart," Sam said, her voice full of love. She stepped forward. Brett put a hand on her arm, willing her to stay where she was. After a short, searching glance, Sam nodded, but held her ground. "Hello, Casey," Brett greeted her, his heart beating fast. This was the moment hed hungered for, for two long years. His child, his daughter. Casey. What would she think of him? Would she like him? Or "Hello." A tentative smile flitted across her face, lifting dimples, before she repeated her initial question. "Are you my father?" Her face was without expression, beyond that polite smile. Impassivity in a fiveyearold unnerved Brett. There was nothing in her face to read. She was curious as to whether he was her father: that was all. "Yes, Casey," he said softly. "My names Brett Glennon. Im your father." She nodded, slow and cautious, not moving toward him or moving away. He realised she was keeping her distance, almost as if she was afraid... Afraid of him? While keeping his features schooled, he absorbed the pain. Perhaps Casey saw more than hed thought with those imperfect eyes. Had she seen past his gentle faade to the anger in his heart, that his child, his daughter, should have such a terrible burden to bear? Did she wonder if her daddy wouldnt like her because she was blind? This was a fear his daughter should never have had to go through And she wouldnt, if I hadnt left for Africa. And like that, the truth hit him. Hed concentrated so much on where Sam had been hed forgotten what shed had to bear alo