Dad and his books

On June 17 we celebrated Father’s Day.

On June 14, I always remember my Dad. It would have been his birthday. If he was still around. But he’s been gone many years ago.

He was a quiet, kind, intellectual man, always busy at his desk, writing.

When I was a little girl, I could never understand why he wrote so much, and when I asked, he’d say he was correcting his students’ assays. I thought his students had too much homework. Or sometimes he composed books, not fun books I could read but very serious, boring for me, literary critiques of famous dead authors. At other times, he’d be looking in the air, thinking and then scribbling, erasing, and re–writing. And I knew it was a poem for my mother. Dad wrote a whole book of poems about my mother’s beautiful eyes, telling her she was his princess and he was her knight.

 When I told him, I, too, wanted a poem, he read those he’d written especially for me. At six, I was so proud to show my whole class two of my very own poems. Except my friends didn’t understand the words. I didn’t either, but I loved their sound. Almost like music.

As I grew up, I admired him so much and wanted to write like him, but he insisted I should go into a scientific career. After my early retirement as a chemist, I gave in to the urge of writing romance. I inherited from Dad his love of books, his writing talent, and his ability to read fast.

 If you like to travel and love to read, come and enjoy my international romances. I will take you around the world through stories that simmer with emotion and sizzle with passion.

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When Greek billionaire Stefano decides to demolish the dilapidated villa inherited from his grandmother, the American co-owner refuses to sell his shares and sends his attorney—and pretty granddaughter—to contest the demolition. To check out the opposition before he faces her at the hearing, Stefano meets her incognito and convinces her to take a sunset ride on his yacht. Sparks fly and passion sizzles during a memorable night.

In court, Ashley is in for a nasty surprise about her handsome Greek god and Stefano is about to lose the only woman who’s ever touched his heart. Will Stefano be able to convince Ashley he’s not the enemy anymore?

 

11 thoughts on “Dad and his books

  1. My dad was a scientist and he wrote one poem for me:
    “A billion years of evolution have given rise to brown-eyed Susan.”
    I’ll never forget it!
    Thanks for the touching post. I’m going to read your book during my vacation.

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  2. I’ve loved these posts about fathers and the men in our lives. The bond between a father and a daughter is so different from the other men in her life, yet she learns so much about men from for dad. I’m glad you got the writing gene from your dad. What a wonderful thing to inherit.

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