Family of Three
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Julianna Morris
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A ROMANTIC FORCE OF ONE… Alysia McKenna believed in love at first sight — it was the reason she'd leased the Reynolds family house. Finally she had a place to call home. AN IRRESISTIBLE FORCE OF TWO… Jacob Reynolds believed in the power of family — he would do anything for his daughter. Even share his old family house with a beautiful, outrageous woman. IT'S A FAMILY OF THREE. Alysia agreed to let Jacob and Tracy share her home — temporarily. But soon love at first sight struck again. Now no power on earth could keep them from becoming a family.
Prologue
One Hundred Years Ago
Captain James Reynolds looked up from his journal and swore tiredly. Through the window he could see his wife, standing on the bluff and gazing out to sea. The wind swept her gown around her, accentuating the womanly curves of her body, heavy with his child. His manhood swelled, though her birthing time was too near to allow his passion freedom.
They had fought again. A bitter, angry battle. She wanted to travel on his ship, taking part in his business. But it was insane. The sea was unpredictable. He could not guarantee her safety, though he would give his life in keeping harm from her.
From their first meeting he’d been a man possessed. Her eyes enthralled him—mysterious, shifting, changing like the ocean, holding all the secrets he had ever dreamt of knowing. She had led him a merry chase, yet he couldn’t help loving her.
James lifted his pen. I understand her less now than ever, he wrote, pouring out his frustration and despair. If she was jealous, if she suspected me of being unfaithful, then I would understand. But she knows I would never betray our love. Were she not so sure it might be better. My beautiful lady, can you not be happy? Am I not enough for you, as you are for me?
James stared at the page. He could only hope. In time, she might find happiness with him.
The Astoria settlement was rocked by the news—the wife of Captain Reynolds had deserted him for another man, leaving behind her infant son and stealing her husband’s fortune.
Consumed by hatred, James obliterated his wife’s memory. No man or woman dared speak her name, except a stubborn midwife who swore Mrs. Reynolds would never have left her husband and child. But no one listened.
In the harsh silence of the fine house he’d built for their love, James taught his son to distrust women. to look for a meek, docile bride who wouldn’t tempt the soul from his heart and body.
The years passed. Tales of a ghost were deliciously spread. The unfaithful wife had been punished for her sins and was doomed to walk the sea cliffs in eternal damnation.
And in time, a grandson, and then a great-grandson were born.
