: Mary Ann Mori
: Starting Over
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: 9781543911640
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: Dramatik
: English
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When Eve Elliott, a beautiful Manhattan Advertising Executive, is suddenly widowed at age 36, her profound loss causes her great depression and she takes a leave of absence from her job to spend the summer at her home on Cape Cod. At the end of the summer, Eve's best friend, Janet Wilson, an artist living on Cape Cod, introduces Eve to Brad Wesley at an Art Gallery in Boston, Massachusetts. The handsome, young executive is the owner of his own advertising agency in Manhattan and is thoroughly captivated by Eve's beauty and begins his relentless, pursuit of her. Fate ultimately steps in for an unexpected turn of torrid events!

ONE

EVE WATCHED AS a lone fisherman reeled in his day’s catch. She breathed in the salty air as sea gulls flew overhead. The sky suddenly became overcast and dark clouds appeared on the horizon. The wind came up making gigantic waves crash against enormous rocks embedded in the sand not far from theshoreline.

She turned and began walking quickly back to the spacious beach home she and Jeff owned. It was already mid-August and soon her three months leave of absence from the Ad Agency where she worked in New York City would beover.

At age 36 Eve was already a widow. Her husband, Jeff, had died the previous March in a horrific car accident. They had been married only 6 years. She was a striking brunette, 5’8” tall, with long, shapely legs, firm full breasts and a small waist. Her long black hair cascaded in soft curls and bounced around her shoulders as shewalked.

The beachfront house had 10 rooms and 3 full baths with a wraparound sun porch. She and Jeff had loved big houses and after Jeff’s death Eve had also inherited the home they jointly owned in Tarrytown, New York. Tarrytown, a wealthy but small Westchester County community, was a nearby commute for her intoManhattan.

They had seemed inseparable and when Jeff died, Eve had been absolutely devastated; unable to concentrate on her work at the Ad Agency or deal with her clients, she had taken the summer off to stay at the house on CapeCod.

Eve reached home and looked at the clock. It was 5:00 P.M. She took a quick shower, wrapped her long hair in a towel and slipped into shorts and a top. Mixing herself a Martini, she sat on the couch, staring pensively out the window at the ocean. The fisherman was no longer there. The storm that had seemed so imminent hadpassed.

The phone rang and Eve hurried and picked up the receiver, “Hello...”

“Hi Eve, it’s Janet.” (Janet Wilson was Eve’s next-door neighbor, although her home was over a mile from Eve’s.)

“Hi Janet, just got back from my walk and was trying to decide what to do this evening. Are you hungry? Maybe we could take