Blurb:
Prohibition Era, Chicago
Caught
in a raid at an illegal speakeasy, good girl Erin O'Mara loses everything:
her job, her home, and her reputation. Handsome and so out of her league
attorney Seth Harrison, her best friend's brother, rescues her not once,
but twice. He bails her out of jail and offers her a job as nanny for his son.
Seth
has no intention of falling in love after the death of his wife. But despite
his better judgment, he can't help being drawn to Erin's innocence. This
Christmas, letting go of the past and embracing the future may be the greatest
present of all.
Excerpt:
“Well, well, well, what have we
here?” The desk sergeant stared down over the huge wooden barrier, his thick
Irish brogue filled with amusement. “Miss Harrison, Mr. Packard.” Glancing in
Erin’s direction, he added, “Don’t tell me these two have roped another of
their Hyde Park friends into skirting the law?” He shook his head and rubbed a
meaty hand across his whiskers. “What’s your name, girlie?”
“Erin. Erin O’Mara.”
“Saints be, they’ve drawn a fine
Irish lass such as yourself into their sordid business.” The officer turned his
attention to Abby.
“I suppose you’ll be wanting to call
that shyster brother of yours, now won’t you?”
Abby nodded. “Yes, Officer O’Malley,
if you wouldn’t mind.”
O’Malley motioned toward the single
phone on the table opposite the desk. “You can give him a call, but you’re
going into the tank with the rest of lawbreakers until he gets here. No more
special treatment just ‘cause your father’s a councilman. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Abby said. She started
toward the desk and then turned back to ask, “Did Mrs. O’Malley have that baby
yet, Sergeant?”
“Not yet,” the man acknowledged,
shaking his head. “You’d think after ten, they’d just walk out on their own.”
The “tank” as Officer O’Malley had
called it was made up of three jail cells, side by side. Women were housed in
the first, the middle one sat empty, and the men were placed in the third. The
young officer in charge of escorting them to their cells opened the door and
motioned them forward. “Miss Abby,” the man said, “I’m surprised to see you
back so soon.”
Abby laid her hand against the
officer’s smooth cheek. “Oh, Tommy, you know I couldn’t possibly go more than a
week or two without seeing your handsome face.”
The cell door had barely shut behind
them when two women of questionable virtue began whistling and making wild
moaning noises. The older of the two laughed heartily, her amusement ending in
a rough-edged cough. “Oh, Tommy,” she whimpered, “I missed you so much.”
“Leave it alone, Kitty,” Officer
Tommy warned. “And don’t you be trying to steal anything from these two young
ladies.”
The woman called Kitty shook her
head. “Don’t want nothing from these swells, Tommy-boy, ‘cept maybe a ciggy if
they’ve got one.”
“Not us,” Erin said, shaking her
head. “We don’t smoke.”
“Well,
la-de-da, aren’t you a couple a good girlies.”
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Bio:
Nancy Fraser has been writing since she was
a child, most often on walls and with crayons or (heaven forbid) permanent
marker.
Since first becoming published in 1996,
Nancy has received numerous five star reviews for her futuristic, time travel
romance.
She’s also published in short contemporary,
historical romance and is contracted for a series of ten vintage historical
romances set during the Golden Decade of Rock & Roll (1955-1964).
When not writing fiction, Nancy likes to
spend time with her five wonderful grandchildren.
Website: www.nancyfraser.ca
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