M. K. Stelmack - Coming Home To You

She wants a temporary fake romance

Can he make it real...and forever?

Driving across the country in an RV with her terminally ill godmother was not Daphne Merlotte’s idea. Nor was crashing the RV into a small-town coffee shop, nearly hitting local good guy Mel Greene. Now Daphne will do anything to keep her godmother from continuing the trip—even asking Mel to be her fake boyfriend. But there’s nothing fake about Mel’s intentions—he wants a real romance!

M. K. STELMACKwrites contemporary romances set in Spirit Lake, which is closely based on the small town in Alberta, Canada, where she lives with pets who outnumber the humans two to one, and with dust bunnies the size of rodents—because that’s what happens when everyone in the household prefers to live in their imagination or outdoors—but she can also be found on social media, where you can share your comments on her stories or her breathless one-sentence bio on Facebookor at mkstelmackauthor.com.

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Coming Home to You

M. K. Stelmack

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ISBN: 978-1-474-08610-3

COMING HOME TO YOU

© 2018 S. M. Stelmack

Published in Great Britain 2018

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“You two have met,” Daphne’s godmother said.

“I drove Daphne home from the hospital the day of your accident. I appreciated her company,” Mel said.

Fran brightened, then smiled.

Later, Daphne attributed her next move to a fear for Fran and to the warmth in Mel’s gaze.

She walked over to Mel and sat beside him. “Yes,” she said. “There’s something you should know, Fran. Mel and I have had some very, very good...talks.”

She slid her hand over his knee and applied gentle pressure. He froze.

He turned to Daphne, tense. He was about to reject her. She knew that look well enough.

So she closed the distance and kissed him.

“That,” Fran said, breathless, “was great.” She clapped her hands. “You, Mel, are moving on to the next round. We’re staying.”

Dear Reader,

When Victoria Curran, my original editor, said that she wanted to hear Mel’s story, my first thought was “Mel’s too old to have a story of his own.” I mean, my gosh, he’s fifty! Oh, wait, that’ll be my age when this book is released. Do I feel too old to deserve a happily-ever-after? No. Well, then...time to give Mel his own, too.

Desperately seeking a wife and family all his adult years, Mel has been unlucky in love. I think we all know somebody—man or woman—who fits that description. You know the kind—that good-hearted soul who cares for others and prospers in the world just fine, but is ultimately alone.

Daphne is also battling loneliness. Single all her life, too, she must soon say a final goodbye to her terminally ill godmother and substitute parent. Strong for so many, Mel is there to help her, but in Daphne, he has found someone to help him deal with his own hidden and sorrowful past.

Together, Daphne and Mel prove that love is for all time and all ages!

I’d love to hear from you! Drop me a note at mkstelmackauthor.comor on my Facebookpage.

Thank you all and best,

M. K.

To Victoria Curran—here it is!

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Introduction

Dear Reader

Dedication

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

Extract

About the Publisher

CHAPTER ONE

MEL GREENE WATCHED through the plate-glass window of the Tim Hortons coffee shop at a traffic accident about to happen a couple hundred feet away. A motor home had stopped on the highway and signaled to enter the side street leading to Spirit Lake’s top shop for caffeine addicts.

But the turn was too sharp. Not much shorter than a railroad car, the unit would flip in the ditch or, worse, collect vehicles in the oncoming lane.

No one else had noticed. The other customers drank and ate, or stood in line. Coming up on seven o’clock on a sunny July morning, it was rush hour at the Tim’s—a couple dozen vehicles were likely funneling through the drive-thru at that moment.

“Mel.” Linda, his as-of-five-minutes-ago ex-girlfriend, sat across from him, her voice soft and confidential. “Are you listening?”

The motor home switched to the right-turn signal. Mel relaxed. Right led to a street of businesses for light manufacturing, and a minimal risk of injury or death, if the motor home crashed.

The unit swerved into the oncoming lane—empty at this hour—veered the other way before straightening and then trundled down a street that made no sense for it to go on.

Mel dragged his attention back to Linda and to the end of yet another relationship. His seventh, to be precise.