The French Count's Pregnant Bride
4:00 p.m., June 12
AIX-EN-PROVENCE was stirring from its afternoon siesta as Diana eased her ancient rental car onto the road that would take her to Bellevue-sur-Lac, fifty-three miles northeast of the town limits.
Aix-en-Provence: a beautiful city, rich in history, culture and art. The city where, twenty-nine years ago, a seventeen-year-old French girl allowed an American couple in their late forties to adopt her out-of-wedlock baby.
The city where Diana had been born...
Bellevue-sur-Lac, the village where she'd been conceived... The names, the facts, the minute clues, were etched so clearly in her memory, she could recite verbatim the letter she'd found in her father's study, after her parents' death, two years previously.
Admittedly her husband's desertion had pushed them to the back of her mind for a while. A thousand times or more in the weeks after he left, she questioned where she'd gone wrong. Asked herself what she could have done differently that might have saved her marriage. But in the end, she'd been forced to accept that there was nothing. Harvey had fallen out of lo ... read full excerpt from The French Count's Pregnant Bride ebook
