Romance Readers Book Of The Week
November 14, 2005
ARCHIVED FEATURE
THE
WIDOWER
by John W. Adams Jr.
Genre: Romance
Format: Paperback
ISBN: 1-4137-6223-9
Publisher: PublishAmerica
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FROM THE BACK COVER:
“Forty-two year old Jake Ambrose is a
man destroyed. He lost his wife of twenty years in a head-on
collision, just fifteen minutes after finishing a driveway
rebuild of her minivan’s brakes. Falsely accused of murdering
her by a brother-in-law with ulterior motives, Jake is
eventually found not guilty. But now he’s totally shunned by his
family and friends. Estranged from his two children, he elects
to move to Phoenix, Arizona and restart his life.
There he meets the beautiful red-haired
Melissa Saunders. Though she is fifteen years his junior, each
is very attracted to the other; Melissa bears an uncanny
resemblance to his departed wife while Jake bears an uncanny
resemblance to her departed father. However, Melissa carries a
dark secret of her own, one that involves how the teddy bear
tattoo came to be on her right ankle.
Can two wounded souls find peace and
solace together? Can either of them learn to love again? Can
Jake reconcile with his two teenagers? The answers can be found
within the pages of The Widower.”
MEET THE AUTHOR:
Born
in 1960, Mr. Adams has been writing fiction on a hobbyist basis
since 1993, when his mother gave him an obsolete computer. The
Widower is his second published novel, preceded by The Path of
Healing, and he has a third book coming out in the fall of 2006.
In addition, he has four more completed manuscripts awaiting
their chance at a publisher. More details can be found on the
author’s website at
www.johnwadamsjr.com
READ AN EXCERPT:
Chapter one—
“…And that’s
about it,” Doria told her job prospect. “We can’t
offer a larger wage or benefit package and we do
offer a lot of work in return. But we’re close-knit
here and that might be a fringe benefit… albeit a
small one.” She hesitated a moment. “You’ll be the
only man employed here. Will that be a problem?”
Jake shook his
head. “No, of course not. But since you’re asking,
I’m wondering if other men might’ve thought it a
problem.”
A hundred
possible replies popped into Doria’s head, but she
ignored them all. “Another man I interviewed the
other day didn’t think he could fit in. He turned
the job down when he found out he’d be one man among
eleven women.”
Eleven? Jake
thought. “What’s the name of that mythical island
that’s home to many beautiful Amazon women, with no
men allowed?” he asked aloud, looking amused.
Doria smiled
at that; he has a sense of humor, at least, she
thought. “I know the story you’re thinking of, but I
can’t remember the name of it,” she replied.
Jake nodded.
“Well, I hope an Amazon warrior goddess won’t try to
execute me for intruding on sacred turf.”
That brought a
light laugh; I think he’ll fit in nicely, she
thought. “There might be one or two that might think
that way, at least at first. But I think they’ll
warm up to you in no time.”
“By that I
presume I’m hired?”
Doria nodded.
“If you want the job, it’s yours. But I’m curious:
you could land a higher paying job in a bigger place
with little effort. Why come here?”
“Because we
need each other,” Jake said simply.
Doria got the
sense that there was more to it, but she decided to
let it be. “Can you start tomorrow morning?”
“Yes.”
She nodded
again. “Okay, then. Let me take you on a tour and
show you to your new desk.”
Doria and her
newest employee departed her office and headed for a
vacant cubicle; he noticed that the cubicle walls
were only waist high. “You’re free to decorate your
area any way you see fit. Since some of the others
have desktop-sized beefcake calendars, I can’t
forbid you a girlie calendar. But no big cheesecake
posters and no nudes of any size.”
“Of course,”
Jake agreed.
When Doria led
the male new hire out of her office, word of the
event spread quickly. The other ten women were
keeping a stealthy one-eye-out and now their
patience were being rewarded: the new hire was six
feet tall and decidedly handsome. His hair had
receded a little, though it was still naturally
brown with just a slight silvering at the edges. His
bearing was confident and his features nicely lean.
The other women judged him to be in his late 30s or
early 40s and all except Jennifer approved of the
new hire, each for different reasons. Doria then
noticed that Melissa was nowhere to be found and she
wondered where she could be; it wasn’t like her to
avoid her work by camping out in the bathroom or
something.
Not counting
Doria, Nancy and Debbie—all of who were
married—Charlene was the only woman at Weston
Printing in the new hire’s age range. Hence, as the
single woman with the most seniority in the game of
Life, Charlene took it upon herself to swoop in
first, thus beating the seven younger single women
to the punch.
“Is this our
new hire, Doria?” she asked as she approached Jake’s
new cubicle.
“Yes. Jake
Ambrose, this is Charlene Littleton,” she replied,
making introductions.
Jake and
Charlene shook hands as the latter took in all the
facts and features at a glance. Blue eyes, neat and
trim, clean-shaven, sexy smile, widely arched
eyebrows and fashionable clothes. A serendipitous
glance out the back window just after lunch had
caused her to catch her eye upon an unusual car in
the small employee parking out; since Charlene
hadn’t seen it before, logic dictated it belonged to
the foxy newcomer.
“Is that your
blue car out back?”
Jake’s smile
drooped slightly. “Did I park in your space?”
“Oh, no, no,”
Charlene gently soothed. “I just noticed it after
lunch. It showed up at the same time you did, so the
presumption was obvious. A 1940 Ford, right?”
Jake looked
pleasantly surprised; it was rare to find a woman
who liked and/or understood classic cars. “Yes, a
`40 Ford DeLuxe Coupe. That was one of the reasons I
came to Arizona, so I could drive my classics
without having to worry about the weather.”
Which was
true; the time between snowfalls in Phoenix could be
measured in years. Charlene was originally from
Missouri and her now-departed father had also liked
old cars. Many times her dad would stand in the door
leading from the kitchen to their attached garage,
during the deepest depths of winter, glumly admiring
his classic car and wishing spring would get here so
he could take his baby for a jaunt.
Charlene nodded. “When I was a kid in the
mid-sixties, my parents had a `60 Mercury Monterey
sedan for family use, while my dad drove a `39 Ford
Coupe. It had Ardun heads, three Stromburgs and dual
Smittys on it.”
Jake looked
impressed. “Nothing sounds like an old Flathead
wailing through a pair of original Smittys, that’s
for sure.”
He noticed
Charlene’s friendly smile, grayish-blonde hair,
pleasant figure and equally pleasant bearing. But
his slight interest in her took a tiny negative turn
she said, “My ex-husband blew up the 327 in a `41
Ford two-door sedan we had once.” Jake realized,
sadly, that she had made the observation about her
ex-husband’s automotive misfortune specifically to
inform him that she was available.
As Doria and
Charlene watched, Jake’s expression saddened
slightly. “I hate to see automotive cross-breeds.
Hopefully he learned his lesson and put a Ford
engine back into it.”
The women
frowned very slightly. Charlene had just cast out a
hook but Jake had refused to bite; in fact, he not
only refused to bite, he had actually batted the
hook away. Not giving Charlene any time to get any
feelings of rejection going, Doria indicated that
they needed to continue the tour. Charlene took the
hint and withdrew gracefully, wondering just what
the hell had happened.
Doria showed
Jake the paper storage area, the printers, the
computer room and the break room. While there, Diana
entered. “I was wondering where I left my soda,” she
said as she picked up the 12oz can that contained
one-fourth of an ounce of Pepsi.
Doria
presented Jake to her, doing introductions. Diana
was blonde, early 20s and quite pretty. Her outgoing
and bubbly personality made him feel at ease; this
one, at least, won’t be doing much fishing, he
thought. She excused herself and returned to her
cubicle.
By way of
Jennifer’s cubicle, where Nana, Tiffany and Liz
waited.
“Well?” Liz
asked.
“Early
forties, handsome and stylish, smartly dressed and
no wedding ring,” Diana reported. “It could be that
he’s never been married, or he’s divorced.”
“If he’s
divorced, it’s for a reason,” Jennifer pointed out,
disgruntled that Doria had decided to let a male
into their exclusive clique. “Maybe he cheated on
his wife or beat her or his children. Maybe he raped
the babysitter.”
“Maybe the
divorce, if any, was done by him `cuz she was
cheating,” Nana pointed out. “You just naturally
think that a divorce has gotta be a man’s fault.”
Charlene
walked up at that point. “Maybe he’s widowed,” she
tossed in. She then told her companions about her
just-concluded initial meeting and introduction.
Nana and
Tiffany were nodding absently to themselves as
Charlene told her story; Jennifer had tuned the
others out as she tapped the various keys of her
computer, having returned her attention to her job.
“All we know is that his name is Jake Ambrose and he
drives an old classic car. Everything else is a
guess,” Nana said, summing up the discussion.
“Exactly,”
Tiffany agreed. “We’ll just make things worse—”
Jake and Doria
strolled up at that point and Tiffany fell
conspicuously silent. “My guess is that these four
are standing around and speculating about the new
guy,” Doria told Jake. She sounded amused but
everyone knew the observation was a slight
admonishment to her staff for standing idle when
there was so much work to be done.
“That’s
understandable,” Jake said easily. “Toss a lone
female into an office staffed with eleven men and
you’ll have rampant speculation there too. Probably
more so, all things considered.”
Doria
acknowledged the truth of that and then passed out
more introductions. Nana had a terrific figure and a
flawless Mexican-American complexion. Tiffany’s
sweet blue eyes glittered happily for reasons as yet
undetermined. Liz had a remarkably shaped posterior
and seemed a tad flustered—though he didn’t have a
clue as to why—and the previously met Charlene
looked she was putting on a brave-yet-false front
for social reasons.
Jennifer spared the new guy a
brief and semi-curt nod when Doria got to her during
the introductions. Kayla then came up, wondering
about the crowd around Jennifer’s cubicle, and Doria
introduced her as well.
After a second
or two, Jennifer turned away from her computer,
appearing to be sizing up Jake. “So tell me, Jake,
do you like NASCAR?”
Tiffany leaned
toward Jake slightly. “It’s a trap!” she hissed.
He heard the
warning but snorted and replied to the question
anyway. “How can anyone get excited by watching cars
drive around in a circle for as much as five hundred
miles? To me, there’s not a lot that’s more boring.”
Tiffany leaned
close again. “Good answer,” she stage-whispered.
Jake regarded Tiffany a moment, looking
contemplative. “Doria warned me that there might be
one or two that’ll need to warm up to the idea of an
intruding man in their midst. Is Jennifer the one
she was talking about?”
Tiffany
smothered—poorly—a smile. “Hmmm… Could be,” she
hedged innocently, quoting one of the old Warner
Brothers cartoons. Jake noticed the murderous glare
Jennifer threw at both Doria and Tiffany before
returning to her computer; he filed the information
away for later contemplation.
The impromptu
gathering broke up as Nancy approached and the
others went back to their cubicles. Jake received
his introduction to her as well; Nancy was pleased
that they had finally added to their staff. With his
expertise at design and his knowledge of computers
and their repair and/or upkeep, Liz could finally
stand down from being on-call if the computers acted
up. Though only three years old, it was
over-burdened and got cranky at times.
Melissa
returned from the parking lot, having forgotten to
lock her car’s doors. Though the area was mostly
crime-free during the day, her father had drilled it
into her head that women always locked their car
doors no matter what; Melissa even locked them when
she parked in her own driveway. She wondered what
had made her forget to lock them this time. Lost in
thought, she didn’t see three people standing in the
aisle and Melissa walked right into them.
Jake felt something bump into his back. He
stumbled slightly and turned to see what had happened… and all
his breath fled his body. He felt his eyes widen as his mouth
suddenly dried out. Meanwhile, the blood drained from his face.
She was beautiful.
Utterly, totally, absolutely and inarguably beautiful. Her dark
brown eyes literally stunned him speechless with their large and
wondrous magnificence. Her face was perfection itself, all
planes and angles, the flesh of which was alabaster cream; her
freckled skin reminded Jake of milk with many specks of cinnamon
sprinkled on its surface. Her figure was the classic hourglass
shape and her skirt didn’t hide her trim waist and utterly flat
pelvis. Her legs were lean yet strong, freckled, with a cute
teddy bear tattoo on the outside of her right ankle. Tattoos
were normally a turn-off for Jake—he considered them something
people had done when they didn’t respect themselves—but he felt
a tiny-yet-strange pang of jealously that the lucky tattoo was
in a position to gaze up her skirt with impunity. Her breasts
were perfectly positioned and proportioned for a woman of her
size and height. Jake figured her height to be about six inches
less than his own six-one.
Then he noticed her hair,
though by rights he should have noticed it first. A beautiful
cloud of thick copper-auburn follicles adorned her head,
trailing over her slim shoulders and down her back in a
radiantly shimmering cascade of unparalleled perfection. The
color of it all reminded Jake of the antique cedar chest his
mother had inherited from her grandmother. He felt his fingers
tingle slightly, intrigued with the thought of reverently
running through those soft strands of delicious delight.
Our God is generous to a
fault if He can send such an absolutely perfect being to stand
in the presence of us mere mortals, Jake thought with absolute
awe.
Meanwhile, Melissa
rebounded slightly from the impact, startled out of her
thoughts. She looked to see whom she had run into… and felt
something squeeze all the air out of her. Her eyebrows climbed
just two millimeters as the blood drained from her face.
He was handsome. Utterly,
totally, absolutely and inarguably handsome. His blue eyes were
clear and sparkling, his hair neat and attractively styled with
the times and turning a dignified shade of silver at the edges;
this reminded Melissa of her father and that made him even more
attractive. He cut a snazzy figure in his formal attire. His
hands were lean and strong looking and his fingernails were
clean; a small nit to pick, to be sure, but one would be
surprised how many men overlooked that little detail. His
shoulders were broad and looked strong, and she found herself
wondering what it would be like to be hugged by him.
Whatever brought him here,
I’m certainly happy it happened, Melissa thought to herself with
emotion bordering on awe-struck wonder.
“Ah, Melissa, there you
are,” Doria said brightly. “Was wondering where you went.”
“I, uhh, had t-to check my
car d-doors,” she said in reply, stammering slightly, never
taking her eyes off Jake. “My dad always told me to lock them,
each and every time, and I forgot this time when I came back
from lunch.”
“Well, you can’t ignore
any advice from your dad,” Nancy said dryly, wrongly thinking
that Melissa made that excuse up so she could “accidentally” run
into the newcomer.
“Melissa, this is Jake
Ambrose,” Doria said, making the introductions. “He’s the new
guy we were discussing over lunch. Jake, this is Melissa
Saunders.”
“Hello,” he said as
carefully as he knew how. For some reason, he felt that he had
to be extraordinarily careful while speaking to her; gazing into
those wondrous brown eyes made his mind wander to times and
places that—for now—were best kept at bay. Jake cautiously held
out his hand for a handshake.
“Hello and welcome,”
Melissa replied as she shook his hand; her mind took note of the
warm and nicely firm grip. “We’ve needed another person on staff
for quite awhile.”
Melissa’s cool and slim
hand reminded Jake of the smoothest silk he’d ever touched, just
as her voice sounded musical and lilting to his appreciating
ears.
For an undetermined amount
of time, Jake just held her hand as if still shaking it; he felt
himself getting drunk and lost in those immaculate brown eyes.
But a slight tug from Melissa brought him back to reality. He
blushed slightly, wondering how long he’d been standing there
holding her hand like a schoolboy on his first date. Jake
retrieved his hand but felt a bit of regret when his hand broke
contact with hers.
In reality, it had only
been four seconds, but it was long enough for Doria and Nancy to
wonder if they had just seen sparks fly. “Jake will be starting
tomorrow morning,” Doria told Melissa and Nancy… more for
Melissa’s benefit than Nancy’s.
“That’s good,” Nancy said
as she watched Jake try to covertly admire Melissa. She had seen
something like this happen time and time again and it made her
feel a bit jealous; Melissa’s red hair and knock-out good looks
always drew men’s stares. She knew she had no reason to be
jealous since she was happily married, but the feeling still
lingered. Just stop it, Nancy told herself. You’re married and
Jake’s old enough to be her father. Nothing will happen between
them.
Melissa tried to order her
thoughts. For some reason, this new guy had rattled her
self-of-being all the way down to her core and she wondered why.
She resolved to put the silly feeling behind her, writing it off
as a passing thing. But she felt quite a lot of regret as the
thought of losing the nameless feeling that she couldn’t even
identify.
But Jake was a hell of a
lot more rattled than he let on. Never in his 42 years had the
mere presence of a woman so completely stunned him. Probably
because you’ve never met a woman this beautiful before, dumb
ass, his mind sneered at him. He even realized that even Mary
hadn’t been as beautiful as this glimpse of Heaven named
Melissa, though she’d been an utter knockout in her own right.
But thinking of Mary made him feel sad and he did his best to
shake it off, lest the feeling overwhelm and consume him.
Again.
“Well, I must be getting
back to it,” Melissa told Jake, taking her leave but secretly
wishing she could stay. “Welcome again. I hope you like it
here.” I really hope you like it here, her mind privately and
reverently added.
“Thank you,” Jake replied.
Melissa turned away and
headed for her cubicle. Jake watched her stride, the confident
movement of her legs, the enticing sway of her skirt, the slight
side-to-side wave of her lush waist-length red hair and the way
she set the heels of her shoes with each step. He felt the air
in his lungs turn stale; the mere presence of the red-haired
goddess made him forget to even breathe.
Doria and Nancy watched
Jake as he watched Melissa walk away. Both of them had seen men
react to Melissa like that at the impromptu weekend kick-off
parties they had at the local bar on Saturdays. Both women were
a bit amused by his reaction, Doria a bit more so than Nancy.
Jake felt a slow stream of
air move past his lips. “Mercy,” he whispered inaudibly to
himself after Melissa had passed from earshot. He felt his heart
pounding and his blood flowing like it hadn’t in quite a long
time.
But just because Melissa
was out of earshot didn’t mean that Doria and Nancy were.
“Excuse me?” Doria asked
politely, even though she knew damned well what he had said and
why he had said it.
The question brought Jake
back to reality and he glanced at Doria guiltily. “Um, nothing,”
he said lamely.
Doria did her best not to
look amused. “So that’s the tour and you’ve met everybody. Any
questions?” Like whether or not Melissa is available? She added
within her thoughts, amused again.
“Just one thing: what time
am I expected her for the shift to start?”
“We start at eight in the
morning. There’s an hour for lunch at eleven-thirty or
thereabouts. Quitting time is at five, but you’re welcome to put
in extra time after hours. Which reminds me, I need to get you a
key. Be right back.” With that, Doria headed for her office.
Jake and Nancy stood there
as they waited for Doria to return. After a moment, she spoke,
“Melissa’s quite attractive.”
Jake felt his facial color
rise as his insides quivered slightly. He cleared his throat
nervously, feeling as guilty as he knew he looked. “Yes, she
is.”
“Does… she remind you… of
someone?” Nancy asked cautiously.
The last thing Jake wanted
to do was talk about the woman that had so completely flustered
him, at least not until he’d had time to contemplate the
situation and order his thoughts. He knew it would be unseemly
and unprofessional to turn into a stammering and blushing fool
every time he laid eyes on the absolutely amazing Melissa.
“Umm… no. No, not really,”
he said finally. Jake wondered if he should have made something
up about a past girlfriend that Melissa reminded him of, but
that little white lie might come back to bite him in the butt
later.
Doria returned and
presented him a key. Jake accepted it and put it on his key
ring. Then, with all the business settled, Doria and Nancy bid
him farewell until tomorrow.
Meanwhile, Melissa was
sitting at her desk, her head slightly bowed as she willed her
insides to settle down. She looked at her slim and freckled
hands and noticed for the first time that they were trembling.
This can’t be happening to
me, she thought to herself. He’s old enough to be my father, for
the love of Pete! This can’t be happening to me!
“He likes you,” came the
sound of a voice.
Melissa jerked her head up
with a guilty start. Doria stood in the doorway to her cubicle;
so involved was Melissa in her inner dilemma that she hadn’t
noticed the other woman’s approach. “What?” she asked, sounding
disordered and pre-occupied.
“He likes you,” Doria
repeated, obviously amused. “I’ve seen men react to you like
that before, but never with such open, honest and outright
intensity. Figuratively speaking, he took one breath at you and
was knocked breathless.”
When a natural redhead
blushes, it’s usually an award winning performance and Melissa
was no different. “Oh, fiddle,” she scoffed, feeling—and
inwardly cursing—the heat of her blush on her facial flesh.
“He’s old enough to be my dad.”
"Which doesn’t change the
fact that you stunned him speechless,” Doria countered. “Just
because he’s fifteen years and six days your senior doesn’t mean
that he can’t find you attractive.”
“What do you mean?”
“I saw on his application
that his birthday is August 6, 1960. You already know that you
were born on August 12, 1975. He’s fifteen years and six days
older than you,” Doria explained. “So he’s not really old enough
to be your dad.”
“A person is physically
capable of having sex at fourteen,” Melissa countered testily.
“My parents always told me I was conceived on Christmas Day,
1974. Jake was fourteen then and it’s physically possible for a
boy to father a child at that age, hence, he’s old enough to be
my father.”
Doria pursed her lips
slightly; Melissa was right even though Doria felt she was
needlessly nit picking. “Well, that’s true,” she admitted. “But
he isn’t your father and he is both attractive and available. He
digs you and I know that you also dig him, so why not just—”
“Doria,” Melissa said
firmly, “I’m quite happy without a man in my life right now.”
The older and wiser Doria
eyed the younger and flustered Melissa for a moment. “Are you
trying to convince me of that?” she inquired calmly. “Or
yourself?” And with that Doria turned away and headed for her
office, leaving her question hanging in the air like a cloud.
After a moment, Melissa
turned back to her computer. For some reason, Doria’s question
rattled around in her head and blocked all other thoughts from
her mind. Though she wanted to ignore it, Melissa knew her
friend and boss was right: in about four months, she would turn
twenty-eight years old. She liked her career but she didn’t want
to become a widow to it.
It’s been almost ten years
since Zack broke your heart, her mind said to her. When are you
going to realize that all men aren’t created evil?
Melissa forcefully shoved
the thought back into the out-of-the-way corner of her mind that
she had banished it to long ago. With utter ruthlessness, she
cleared her mind and started up on her latest project again,
determined to keep her mind—and her life—clear of any
entanglements.
***
Jake climbed into his car
and closed the door. Staring at the rim of his steering wheel,
he willed his insides to stop trembling. The problem was that
his interior components weren’t in the mood to cooperate.
He squeezed his eyes shut
and tried to remove Melissa’s still-smoldering image from where
it had been burned into his retinas. It certainly wasn’t easy;
her eyes were almost identical to Mary’s wide and beautiful
brown eyes. Considering the way she died, not to mention the
amount of time that had passed since then, it would be
damned-near impossible for Jake not to find himself comparing
his memory of Mary’s eyes to the physical appearance of
Melissa’s eyes.
At that point, Jake became
aware of the air inside his car getting warm and slightly stale.
With both doors and their respective windows shut, there was no
circulation and the sun was warming the trapped air as Jake
breathed the oxygen out of it. He put the ignition key in the
switch and started the engine, then activated the air
conditioning system. Cool air started flowing from the vents in
short order.
How are you going to
handle being around Melissa? His mind wondered. You can’t run
and hide every time she tries to talk to you. It’s time for you
to face it, dude, Mary is gone. You can’t let every little
reminder of her start you weeping.
Jake’s teeth clenched in
anger; his inner voice was right but he hadn’t recovered enough
from Mary’s death to admit it. Melissa’s wondrous brown eyes
were identical to hers and the reminder of that would be almost
constant. Even if Melissa’s eyes had been hazel, blue, green or
something else, she was still a stunning bit of womanly artwork
and he would’ve made his presence known to her in due time
anyway. But if a relationship with Melissa was in the
offing—despite the obvious difference in age—Jake wondered how
he was going to handle gazing lovingly into Mary’s eyes while
making love to Melissa’s body.
Will you knock it off?! he
told himself savagely. Hell, she’s probably got loads of men at
her beck-and-call, 24/7, and she won’t look twice at a guy
that’s her father’s age!
But telling himself that fact merely made him feel all the more
sad and lonely.
Feeling his eyes mist up
and hating himself for it, Jake firmly thrust the shifter into
Reverse. The Coupe backed from its parking spot and, after
another gear change, he aimed it for the parking lot’s exit.
He didn’t see Melissa
standing in the second floor window Charlene had used earlier,
watching his car as it drove away.
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