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Mango A Romantic Fiction Novel Provided by PneumaSender FREE to Read Online |
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Origins of This Tale This novel actually began as a running monologue in my head. I
heard Hawthorne’s words before I ever saw the room in which he stood,
surrounded by his “concerned” family. Hawthorne came across to me as a man
who had lived well, worked hard, and was angry that his inattentive nieces
and nephews only felt the need to contact him because of a choice he had made
in her personal life. The age of the woman he is pursuing bothers them, but
in reality, at his time of life, anyone would have been objectionable, and he
knows it. They say that they are worried about him – but he thinks their concern
is nothing but hogwash. That’s because they believe that the $4 million in his
bank might end up becoming their inheritance. His death they feel is imminent
and they only think this because they’ve never taken the time to get to know
the stuff he’s made of. Hawthorne has told them they stand to inherit nothing, but they apparently feel the
possibility enough to now mourn the loss. He doesn’t care. He wishes their
hearts were differently disposed, but he is not the one to try to fix them.
Instead, he is determined to leave them in the Lord’s hands, and in the meantime
to hunt this gorgeous vixen, and marry her! And he’s intrigued by the fact that
she makes no pains to hide the fact that she’s interested in him because he has
money. Why would I write this story? Well, I not only heard his voice
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& Summary Hawthorne knew all about Dory, a young woman who had apparently
graduated high school in her early teens, college within two years of high
school, and that by correspondence while overseas on some non-profit work.
Upon arriving back home in the US, this dynamo set to work shaking things up,
climbing the corporate ladder at lightning speed. She was good girl, and smart,
if somewhat too strong and ambitious for a female, in the opinion of some of the
leadership. Still, her skills could not be discounted. And so, while
censuring her for her methods and begging her to be gentler with her words,
they continued to elevate her to the position she so richly deserved. And
now, after getting stares and glares for her attitude, she was getting looks
of a totally new kind tonight, with a red dress and too-tall pumps. She was, after
all, a knockout. If it was the last thing he did on this earth, Hawthorne
decided, he would get her to agree to spend an evening dining with him. |
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