Betsy - A Sweet & Clean Romance

By Rachel J. Moore

Paul was a best-selling author, whose first book recounted the true story of his crossing of the Atlantic alone on a wooden sailboat. Along the way, he found his ex-wife's old diaries and gained insight into their break-up. When the boat sprung a leak at the midpoint in his journey, Paul watched as the diaries—and the boat—sank into the dark waters.

Casey was captivated with the scruffy writer, and when Hurricane Betsy rolled in, they were marooned together in her lovely Cape Cod apartment, riding out the storm and kindling strong feelings for one another.

Would Casey follow him to California or would she find her bearings in her simple, but meaningful life?

This is a standalone short story with HFN ending.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clean & Wholesome Romance Club
• Release date: Nov 21, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386393757

Book preview

Betsy

Chapter 1

It was 11:25 and Casey Larson had just over a half an hour to finish writing the news for the noon broadcast.

It had been a crazy day, with a car crash on Route 6 that had killed a mother and her infant son and, earlier in the day, one of the state’s senators had held a press conference at the Hyannis Resort Hotel to announce the passage of a new land bank bill that would help to preserve Cape Cod’s wilderness—or what was left of it.

Casey had been working at WCCB for the past two years, and although she loved her job, it was hard to be a single mother and a career woman who devoted her working life to breaking news. Since the major television networks and other big news outlets were located sixty miles away in Boston, WCCB was the only source of local news for Cape Cod. She and Mark Lawson were it. The two of them kept churning out the news, six days a week on the radio.

At two minutes to twelve, Casey ran into the sound booth and turned on the mike, waiting for the news jingle to finish so she could begin her newscast.

Good Afternoon, she announced into the mike in the soundproof room. The time is twelve o’clock noon. I’m Casey Larson. Today in the news...

When she was finished, she walked back into the newsroom and collapsed into her chair. She put her head down on her desk, her long brown hair falling in tangles.

Crazy, crazy day, Mark, her news director, said from his desk across the room. I hate to leave you with so much going on, but I’m going to stop by the police station in Yarmouth to interview the chief about all of the break-ins there. Then I’m going home, Case. I’ve been here since 5:00 this morning.

Mark had the morning shift, which was a lot tougher than Casey’s afternoon shift. He left his house in Chatham at 4:00 A.M. and miraculously got the first newscast on at 5:00 A.M. every day except Sundays.

He walked over to her and affectionately patted her head.

You’ll get through it, he said. That’s why we hired you, right? You’re Casey Larson.

Mark liked to tease her about her big dreams of working at ABC in New York. When things got crazy at WCCB, she’d playfully tease Mark about her low pay and the fact that she should really be at ABC, covering wars and state visits by presidents and kings.

How did I end up here? she’d ask, smiling. I’m supposed to be taking over for Diane Sawyer.

The truth was, she did have big dreams, but