Nobody’s Baby But Mine by Gloria Silk, Meet the Author, and Giveaway

What I like about this story is how it doesn’t shy away from tackling something as complex and, sometimes, painful, as having a baby. How that need can get bigger and heavier than the love you have for someone, and the length you’d go to get what your heart needs the most.

 

The book is Nobody’s Baby But Mine by Gloria Silk released a few days ago in the  Adult, Contemporary, Romance genre.

Synopsis:

From USA Today Bestselling Author, Gloria Silk this is a gripping, romantic and sensuous novel of marriage, fidelity, fertility and the power of love.

“Gripping, romantic, sensuous and astute.”

“New women’s fiction that touches all of our emotions, fulfills our yearnings, and opens up new possibilities.”

Can Rachel and James find their way back into each other’s hearts after tasting temptation and facing devastating news? How strong is love in the face of reality? The seven year marriage between Rachel and her adoring patient saint of a husband has grown from great to blessed. But after years of failing to get pregnant all Rachel craves is a baby.

Her marriage to James is perfect…until she bumps into her sexy ex-lover, Brandon. Her desperate thought of wondering if he can get her pregnant makes Rachel realize that something has to change. After having more fertility tests she meets a beautiful pregnant career woman. It seems destined, and as they bond the young woman offers Rachel a gift that will change all their lives.

But has Rachel pushed her suddenly aloof husband away? Is it really his pressure at work or is he keeping something from her? Can they ever become a happy family, or is it too little too late? And where does Brandon come into all this when she discovers her husband’s biggest betrayal?

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I also had the pleasure to talk with Gloria about something very tricky:

Infertility and Desperation for a baby.

Yes, after five years of trying to get pregnant, like Rachel, I became obsessed, and everywhere I looked I saw babies and happy families. Yes, I envied many of my friends, but they knew, and sympathized with our situation. But I made Rachel even further devastated. When upon meeting an ex-lover and she has a crazy thought, she realizes how desperate she has become and she decides she has to do something different.

In the early 1990’s the specialists called our issue ‘unexplained infertility’ and like the protagonist, Rachel, I did suffer from debilitating endometriosis. But for me, despite the many (excruciating) exploratory examinations, it was all worth it. Because we have a wonderful twenty-two-year-old daughter, our gift and joy every day.

But many people can never have children, and I wrote this book with them in mind. Because I understand how painful that yearning is. I admit, that just like Joan Wilder at the beginning of “Romancing the Stone” movie, that I found myself crying as I wrote the last third of the book.

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Excerpt from Chapter 3

Brandon smiled in that sexy way. “I’ve thought of you often.”

Her throat suddenly parched, Rachel felt ravenous, although it was only ten-thirty in the morning. “Well, it’s good to see you.” 

Trying to ignore his heated gaze, she was mortified to feel the sexual awareness between them reignite. 

Gareth loudly cleared his throat, and Brandon released her hand. “I hope this was not a mere ruse to get to see your—”

“Not at all, Gareth.” Brandon interrupted smoothly without breaking eye contact with her. “As we discussed, I’m well aware of Rachel’s reputation and know that she’ll be able to take care of all transactions I may make through your agency. And I am a serious investor, rest assured.”

“But I’m not—” 

Gareth interrupted her words with an eager nod and his benevolent businessman persona act. “Then I’ll leave you two—”

“Thanks, Gareth.” Brandon shook the man’s hand, opened the door, smiled and waited for him to leave. Closing the door, Brandon turned to face her.

What had she looked like the last time they had met? She wanted to see herself through his experienced eyes. She was glad her make-up and her favourite nearly nude lip gloss were freshly applied, and she wore her platinum hooped earrings, which added a touch of glamour to her stylish, honey-brown bob. 

But despite any mutual attraction they were here to do business. She was married in the true sense of the word and its commitments. And, for all she knew, Brandon could be involved, too. “So, let me to show you around—”

He shook his head, smiling. “We’ve got plenty of time. Firstly, how have you managed to stay exactly the same after ten years?” The penetrating gaze warmed her insides. Her traitorous heart thumped louder within her chest. 

She wondered if he chose not to see the tiny tell-tale miniscule lines around her eyes and mouth, the charmer. Brandon was only a couple of inches taller than JT’s six-feet-two, but appeared much taller than she remembered. 

Maybe I’ve shrunk. She reminded herself to stay real and on topic.

“You look great, too.” She tried not to gush. “I—I see you’re doing well on the property investments side, and taking advantage of the market, so let me—” 

“Yes, it’s a very good time to buy.”

Rachel nodded, appreciating his business mind. He had known from his teens how to negotiate and go on his gut to buy low and sell just at the perfect time. While home owners shied away from moving, preferring to stay put, Brandon’s family business had prospered by buying residential and commercial properties at those precise times. Of course, they had the luxury of sitting on them or leasing them to very particular overseas executives and other established clients.

As she led him through the high-ceilinged entranceway into the first large reception room she turned and asked, “What about your other silversmith business?” He also had a great artistic eye that had catapulted him to overnight success in his early twenties. 

“Great, but these past few years I don’t have as much hands-on time as I’d have liked.” 

“Ah, that’s a shame. So, as you can see this is the spacious first reception room which—”

“Always straight to business,” he chuckled and over her shoulder she saw him watching her instead of checking out the room. As she faced him, his warm, long, tapered fingers reached for her left hand. She tried not to react to the zinging sensation as he raised it and looked at the unmistakable wedding band and the glinting solitaire diamond of her engagement ring. She was proud of how imposing the one-and-a-half carat white diamond was, as if it represented the quality of her husband’s love.

“Ah. I should have known.” 

Was that disappointment? Her heart swooped.

Almost shaking her head to clear it, she pulled her hand away. “Are you sure you’re interested in buying more properties, because if you just wanted to meet me….”

“I’m interested.” Interested in her or the property? 

“Just so we’re both clear, you plan to invest in more properties through GRB Agency, correct?” When he nodded she added, “I can only show you the properties, and you’ll deal with Gareth with any offers. I no longer work on a commission basis.” She gave him a professional smile and added, “So shall we?” 

He held her gaze, shrugged and smiled in that familiar way. “Lead the way.”

She nodded and her heels clicked purposefully up the hardwood stairs. So aware they were completely alone.

At the top of the stairs, standing outside the bathroom, he said, “After you’ve shown me around I’m sure you can spare some time for an old friend and prospective client, for a quick coffee.” He looked absolutely certain what her answer would be.

Although he was hardly the type a woman could have as a platonic friend, her curiosity about his marital status or if he was with someone was piqued. Trying to calm her erratic heartbeat, her guilt lurched at the evocative memory of the last time they had still been an item. Their last night together, when she had rejected him. She knew she had hurt his pride. And he knew she was married. 

Shrugging, she smiled, “Why not? Just for a short while.” 

“There’s a quiet little café….” 

Brandon held the bedroom door open for her.


GloriaAUTHOR BIO:

Ever since Gloria Silk was little her passion was creating and sharing her romantic stories with others. She always loved reading contemporary and historical novels that grasped her imagination. Gloria now writes intense, sensuous love stories.

In addition to writing romance and women’s fiction, she enjoys writing intercultural romances and about family bonds. What can be more important in life than love and family?

Born in Russia, Gloria Silk has visited and lived in amazing, exotic places in the world. Loving Europe (especially the English, Italian and French countryside) and the Mediterranean, her other favorite country is Hawaii. She has yet to visit India and Australia, her dream destinations in the name of research, of course!

Being a writer gives her the privilege to explore, travel, and meet wonderful, new and exciting—and sometimes eccentric—people. Her background in English literature, writing, and psychology helps her create unique characters for her stories. Especially the charismatic heroes and feisty heroines who find themselves in sticky situations with each other, their families, and their cultures. There is nothing more satisfying than knowing readers love her warm heroines and the gorgeous enigmatic heroes, like she falls in love with them.

When she is not painting in various media or watching romantic movies, or cooking up a storm for her family and friends, she hangs out with her writing friends and other creatives.

Although she was brought up in England, she now lives – and writes – in the Toronto, Canada, with her own love of her life, soul-mate husband, her gorgeous and fun daughter and her smart, blonde Cockapoo, Princess Bella.

Please email Gloria Silk with any questions or comments at: contact@GloriaSilk.com

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