It's Raining Books: Yes, These Are your Grandma's Romances by Nancy Fraser

Wednesday, May 26, 2021

Yes, These Are your Grandma's Romances by Nancy Fraser

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Ah ... the Fifties!

A time of innocence, and the not so innocent. From “I Love Lucy” and “Willy” to “Private Secretary”, “Father Knows Best” and “Bachelor Father”, television and music from the fifties gave us inspiration. Come take a trip down memory lane with these five vintage reads!

Get your romance on, and make grandma proud!

Ed Loves Marnie ~ 1955 - Can this handsome military man convince the single mother to take another chance at love? Or, will their shared memory put a wall between them?

Willa Thomas, Attorney-in-Love ~ 1956 - Will these co-workers be able to tow the company line and forego a chance at love? Or, will they risk everything for love?

Professor Knows Best ~ 1957 - Will this freaky trip back in time to 1957 give her the answers she seeks? Or, only more confusion? How difficult will she find it to navigate being best friends with the college-age version of her own mother?

His Private Secretary ~ 1958 - Can she run interference between her handsome boss, his needy family, and the scores of women trying to bed him and wed him and still remain unaffected by his many charms?

The Bachelor Father ~ 1959 - Will Nanny #5 be the one to finally ace the job, and coax him out of his shell and back into life? And, will a family vacation to Paris fulfill their wildest dreams?

Read an Exclusive Excerpt from Willa Thomas, Attorney in Love ~ 1956

Aaron Baker ordered another beer from the harried bartender before joining his co-workers at a corner table. The place was packed as usual, and it took some fancy footwork to navigate the distance between the bar and the others. He’d no sooner sat down than his best friend Phil said, “Man, you are the luckiest son-of-a-gun on earth. You get the sweetest cases.”

Aaron shrugged and took a swig of his beer. “I suppose.”

“Manslaughter? And a high profile one at that?” Stopping only long enough to take a sip of his rum and cola, Phil continued, “And even better, you get to work with Willa Thomas.”

“Do you know her very well?” Aaron asked somewhat absently, his attention drawn to the middle of the bar where the assistant DA stood talking with one of the Appellate Court judges.

“No, not really,” Phil admitted. “I did nearly a month’s worth of research for old man Small last year. Yet when it came to picking a second chair, he took Willa. They got an acquittal and won a counter settlement, all based on my hard work.”

“You certainly can’t fault her record,” Aaron said. “She’s got a better decision ratio than either Small or Dobson.”

Phil raised his glass in a mock toast. “And despite those stuffy business suits she wears, she’s not hard on the eyes.”

“I haven’t been close enough in the two years I’ve been here to notice.”

Although he’d not admit it to Phil for fear of becoming water-cooler gossip, he had noticed Willa Thomas on a number of occasions. More than once, he’d taken a seat in the back of the courtroom just to watch her brilliant legal mind at work. The thought of actually working alongside her should be every young attorney’s dream, not just his.

And as Phil had said, Willa Thomas was definitely not hard on the eyes. Although she dressed like a business woman, all suits and hats and proper gloves, it wasn’t hard to see that beneath all those layers was the body of a very sexy woman.

“You can’t tell me your paths haven’t crossed at some time,” Phil said.

“I spent the majority of last year in Philadelphia working on the sports gambling scandal. And the six months before that in upstate Minnesota taking depositions and freezing my keister off.”

Phil nodded. “Oh yeah, I remember—the wrongful death suit. You won that didn’t you?”

Aaron tipped his beer back and took a drink before saying, “You betcha. Largest settlement against a public utility in state history.”

“A couple more cases like that and you’re a shoo-in to make partner,” Phil said.

“Not for another six to eight years. Rumor has it the corporate board refuses to award full partnerships until you hit your mid to late thirties.” He thought for a moment and then added, “Although I’m not sure Willa Thomas is there yet. Maybe they’ve changed their policy.”

“According to the girls in the steno pool—one of whom I might add that I’m currently dating—Willa Thomas is thirty-four, possibly thirty-five.”

“Really?” Aaron raised his eyebrows in a show of mock disbelief. “You’ve been dating someone?”

“Very funny. I don’t see your love life going anywhere.”

“No time, my friend,” Aaron told him. “I’m too busy working my way into that partnership. There’ll be plenty of time for a pretty little wife, a house full of children, and a white picket fence later.”

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