Stephanie Doyle - Married...Again

The only thing she wasn’t prepared for was life itself...

Eleanor desperately loved her husband, Max Harper, but when he chose his research work over their marriage one more time, she had no choice but to file for divorce. She couldn’t know that his ship would go down in a storm in the North Atlantic. Two years later, she’s buried him in the past, launched a thriving business and even started dating again. She’s getting her life together and she’s doing just great, she tells anybody who asks her. But she’s absolutely not prepared for what—or who—is about to step into her mom’s study next...

STEPHANIE DOYLE, a dedicated romance reader, began to pen her own romantic adventures at age sixteen. She began submitting to Harlequin at age eighteen and by twenty-six her first book was published. Fifteen years later, she still loves what she does, as each book is a new adventure. She lives in South Jersey with her cat, Hermione, the designated princess of the house. When Stephanie’s not reading or writing, in the summer she is most likely watching a baseball game and eating a hot dog.

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Married…Again

Stephanie Doyle

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ISBN: 978-1-474-08104-7

MARRIED…AGAIN

© 2018 Stephanie Doyle

Published in Great Britain 2018

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“Max! You’re not listening to me.”

“Eleanor, I’m hearing you loud and clear. Now you’re not listening to me. I don’t do threats. I don’t do ultimatums. I have a real opportunity to collect meaningful data that might help people really see what’s happening to our planet. I’m sorry but that’s more important than four months of our marriage.”

“No, Max,” she said sadly. “What you mean is that it’s more important than me.”

“Nor...”

She took a step away. “Stay safe.”

“I’ll see you in four months.”

She shook her head. “No. You won’t.”

He wrapped a hand around her neck and forced her to hold still for his kiss. Not that he ever had to force her to kiss him. Kissing Max Harper was her own particular addiction.

And this might be their last kiss.

Knowing that, she clung to him. Wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him everything that she was. Everything that she ever would be.

Until finally she couldn’t take it anymore and she pulled away.

When she did, she was crying. “I love you, Max Harper.”

“I know. Which is how I know I’ll see you in four months.”

Dear Reader,

Does anyone remember the TV show General Hospital? I used to love soap operas growing up as a kid. There was always that favorite character who “died”...which really meant he or she tried to get a job in a movie or a nighttime TV show. If that didn’t happen, he or she could always miraculously return in dramatic fashion as undead.

That germ was the basis for Max and Eleanor. A couple who truly loved each other, but it wasn’t enough to keep them together. However, when something life changing happens, it’s easy to see how priorities can shift.

I hope you root for this couple as much as I did while writing them.

I love to hear from readers, so you can find me at stephaniedoyle.net.

Stephanie

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Introduction

Dear Reader

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Extract

Chapter One

Trondheim Research Facility, Norway

“I CAN’T BELIEVE you right now,” Eleanor Harper shouted at her husband even as he walked down the stairs away from her.

“Nor, I’m not going to have this fight,” he said over his shoulder.

“No! No! You are going to have this fight. We are going to have this fight. Max, stop!”

He stopped at the door, his packed duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He turned to her, and she could see it in his expression. Before he even opened his mouth, she knew that he wasn’t going to back down.

That all the yelling and pleading and begging in the world wasn’t going to change this.

He huffed. “Nor! This is who I am. This is what I do. Do you get that? I’m an oceanographer who studies the impact of climate change on the ocean. This planet is dying one damn inch at a time. I have to do this work now. We’ve talked about this before. I thought I had your support.”