The Holiday Visitor,New

Product Description Marybeth Lawson has the life she's always wanted.And it all revolves around her cozy bedandbreakfast. As busy as it keeps her, there is no room for romance, which is fine with her. Then one Christmas, the very goodlooking Craig McKellips reserves a roomand everything changes. The attraction between them is intense and instant.With each visit, the connection between them deepens, and Marybeth marvels as the wall around her heart crumbles. Could Craig be the one? Then he reveals a shocking secret that threatens their relationship. Now Marybeth must pick up the pieces and discover what it means to really know someoneand love them anyway. About the Author A USA Today bestselling author of 100 novels in twenty languages, Tara Taylor Quinn has sold more than seven million copies. Known for her intense emotional fiction, Ms. Quinn's novels have recieved critical acclaim in the UK and most recently from Harvard. She is the recipient of the Reader's Choice Award, and has appeared often on local and national TV, including CBS Sunday Morning.For TTQ offers, news, and contests, visit http://www.tarataylorquinn.com! Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Friday, September 4, 1992Dear James Winston Malone,They gave me your name as someone who wanted to write to someone else who had a parent that was a rape victim. My name is Marybeth Lawson. I am twelve years old. My mother was raped and killed last March. I just started eighth grade this year. If you want, we can write.Sincerely, Marybeth LawsonTuesday, September 8, 1992Dear Marybeth Lawson,I just turned thirteen last week. When will you be thirteen? I am in eighth grade, too. Writing's cool if that's what you want.Later, James MaloneSaturday, September 12, 1992Dear James,I only want to write if you do. But if you do, I do, too.Sincerely, Marybeth LawsonP.S. I turn thirteen in January. I'm the youngest in my class because I started kindergarten early.Tuesday, September 15, 1992Dear Marybeth,Okay, yeah, I want to. What classes are you taking? I have shop. I like it. I make things out of metal. Right now I'm working on a shelf for the bathroom wall for my mom's birthday. There's no medicine cabinet in there. We just moved and the place isn't all that great. I have art, too, and that's cool. English and the rest of that stuff I'm not so good at. I get okay grades, I just don't like 'em. Like who's ever going to need to know that that Shakespeare dude wrote about some guy who killed a king to be king and then had his wife commit suicide and then was beheaded? What kind of crap is that?Sorry. You probably like that stuff.Later, JamesFriday, September 18, 1992Dear James,I can't believe you're reading Shakespeare, too! In our school it's only the advanced classes who get it in eighth grade. I didn't much like Macbeth, either, but I loved Romeo and Juliet. They were almost our age. Not that that means anything. I wouldn't be in love if they paid me a million dollars. I just liked that they were such good friends that they would die for each other.Someday I want to have a friend like that. (I can tell you that because you're just a piece of paper in another city and I'll never have to meet you or anything. That's what they said in counseling.) You're in counseling, too, right? So your mom lived? You're very lucky.Write back soon, Marybeth LawsonThursday, September 24, 1992Marybeth,Yeah, I'm in counseling just like you, but I don't like it much. And yes, my mom is alive. It's just me and her. I have to watch out for her, 'cause I'm all she's got. But, in case you're wondering, I'm pretty good at watching out so if you ever need to say something, go ahead. I won't make nothing of it. I could kinda be your good friend from far away, if you want. If you think that's corny then just forget I said it. I'm sorry your mom died.Write back if you want, JamesSaturday, September 26, 1992.Dear James,I just got your letter. It's been over a we