If there is one name everyone knows in Gainesville,
Illinois it has to be Luchetti. The infamous Luchetti boys
are known for their good looks and wild living and Dean
Luchetti is no exception. Unlike his brothers, he does not
have much luck with school or women, at least the women
who want to stick around that is, but that does not seem
to bother him. Perhaps it is his simple life being a
farmer and living on his parents' ranch that makes him so
undesirable. He makes an honest living and is proud of his
work. So how does he wind up with an adoptive son to
raise and no wife? Dean...father material? He can't even get
a date! To make matters worse, as far as he can see, there
aren't any women signing up to be this little boy's mommy.
So unless a miracle happens, he will have to tackle the
challenges of parenthood on his own. How did he wind up in
this boat?
Stella O'Connell's life has never been easy. From honor
roll to college graduate, Stella has never measured up to
her dad's high standards. Escaping from the only town she
has ever known, she moves out to L.A. to start a new life
as an educator leaving behind the stress of her
interfering dad. As luck would have it, a disturbing
incident on the job occurs that sends her running home
with her tail between her legs. Yearning to overcome this
hurdle, she finds herself face to face with the only man
she has ever loved and lost, Dean Luchetti. Trying to find
inner peace and acceptance in her life, Stella now must
confront the demons from her past as she struggles to
become the woman she can only dream of becoming.
THE MOMMY QUEST is a delightful story of finding true love
and the joys of parenthood. The two main characters draw
the reader in with their steamy chemistry while the plot
moves the book along at a steady pace. Handeland's writing
style is as smooth as silk as she artfully tells the story
of these two strong-willed lovers destined to be together.
Light, entertaining and uplifting! THE MOMMY QUEST is a
welcome escape on a cool spring day.
Life has never been easy for Tim. Abandoned and left to
fend for himself, he's finally found a home with Dean
Luchetti. But something's missing. Tim's convinced that
what he needs is a mother and what Dean needs is a wife.
And he thinks he's got the perfect candidate in Stella
O'Connell, his school's principal.
The last person Stella expects to encounter at her new
school is Dean Luchetti, the man who broke her heart as a
teenager. Dean and Stella may have a difficult past, but
they feel the same strong attraction they always did — and
if they're not careful, history could repeat itself.
Breaking each other's hearts is one thing, but breaking
Tim's is an altogether different matter.
Excerpt
"HEY, LUCHETTI! If that's really your name."
Laughter broke out on the playground. Tim glanced up from
his own private game of football. In his world he was
Brett Favre throwing a touchdown pass to win the Super
Bowl.
Of course, he never told anyone how much he loved Brett.
He lived in Illinois, land of Lincoln and the Chicago
Bears. If he said Favre was the greatest quarterback of
all time, he just might get a bloody nose.
Tim eyed the circle of boys who'd suddenly decided to pay
attention to him, but not in a nice way, and thought he
might end up with a bloody nose, anyway. Even though they
were laughing, they looked big and mean and ready to stop
laughing real soon.
Tim had been in this situation before. When bullies came
it was best to hide and get small. Except he was gettin'
really tired of hiding. Besides, his father had told him
he never had to worry about people hurting him again. Not
in Gainsville. Not while Dean Luchetti was around.
Too bad he wasn't around right now. "My name's Luchetti,"
Tim insisted. "Just like my dad's."
The leader, Jeremy Janquist, a kid so big everyone
secretly figured he'd been held back, stepped away from
his buddies with a sneer. "He isn't really your dad. He
just took you in when you showed up in the yard."
That was kind of true. Except Dean was adopting him, and
then they'd be a family forevermore.
"My name's Luchetti," Tim repeated.
"Say that on your birth certificate, dim bulb?" Tim
winced, then wished he hadn't when Jeremy grinned. He had
problems in school, not because he was dim, but because he
had a tough time payin' attention. Even if there weren't
so many fun things to see and do in any given day, sittin'
still was hard!
Tim tried to walk away as his new gramma had told him to
do when kids teased, but Jeremy wasn't the kind of guy you
turned your back on.
"Moron." Jeremy grabbed Tim's arm and spun him around. His
fingers seemed to crunch against Tim's bones.
Tim's hands automatically curled into fists. He'd lived on
the streets before he came to Illinois; he'd faced bigger,
meaner kids than Jeremy. If he had to, he could fight. But
he sure hoped he wouldn't have to.
"Do you even have a birth certificate? I hear you ate
garbage. That your mom hated you so much she dumped you in
an alley and took off. You made up your first name, stole
your last one, and you don't even know when your birthday
is."
Jeremy had heard right, but Tim wasn't going to tell him
so. Tim wasn't going to tell him anything. He tightened
his lips along with his fists and counted to ten.
Sadly his silence only seemed to make Jeremy's friends
brave. They inched closer and started to shout.
"Loser."
"No name."
"Stupid."
"Hyper."
"Drug baby."
Tim's eyes stung with the effort of holding back the rage
and the tears. Every single one of those names was true.
Still, he yelled, "Am not!"
Someone shoved Tim from behind. He stumbled into a boy
directly in front of him who shoved right back. Tim fell,
landing on his knees. He scrambled to his feet, knowing if
he was down they might kick, or worse, but as Tim got up
someone's shoulder met his face. The bloody nose he'd
expected began.
Tim glanced around to see if the blood would scare them,
or only make them madder. Every single boy was bigger than
Tim, who wasn't very big at all.
His dad said he'd catch up to all the other kids, just
look at his feet. Tim's feet were huge, which was why he
tripped a lot.
"You don't even have a mom," Jeremy sneered.
"Do, too."
She was just...gone. Tim didn't remember a thing about the
woman who had left him somewhere, then never come back.
"Only losers don't have moms."
Tim had Dean — the daddy he'd found when he'd gone on his
daddy quest. He had aunts, uncles, cousins and the best
gramma and grampa in the world, who lived right across the
cornfield. Everyone loved him. On the farm, Tim wasn't an
orphan, he was a Luchetti.
But most kids had moms, even if she didn't live with them.
They knew their mom's name, where she was, why she'd left.
Most kids, but not Tim. "I don't need a mom," Tim
muttered. "That's good, because you ain't gonna get one.
Loser."
Jeremy headed for the open area behind the school, where
the other boys were playing real football. Tim breathed a
sigh of relief that he'd avoided getting punched or
landing in trouble. Then Jeremy tossed one final taunt
over his shoulder.
"I hear your dad is as big of a dimwit as you are. No
one'll marry him."
"What did you say?"
The playground went silent. Was every kid staring at them?
Jeremy came back, towering over Tim, wearing a nasty grin
that said he'd been waiting for this. "I said your dad is
an idiot. The only job he could get is bein' a farmer, and
that's because his dad gave him the farm. He's never been
married, "cause he can't get a girl, and he had to adopt a
kid that was as dumb as an old cow, just like him."
Tim stopped listenin' to Gramma Ellie's advice and moved
on to his dad's. When all else fails...
Tim socked Jeremy as hard as he could in his big, soft
belly. While Jeremy writhed on the ground, Tim said
quietly, "Don't ever talk about my dad again."
He lifted his gaze and the others shrank back. Tim might
be little, but he'd lived in a place where meaner kids
than this had tried to do a lot worse. And no one, no one,
talked about his dad like that.
Tim left Jeremy on the pavement with his friends gathered
around. He ignored the other children and headed toward
the school, where he took a seat against the building and
dabbed at his nose with his shirt.
Someone would come and take him to the principal's office.
They always did.
Until he'd met Dean Luchetti, Tim had never known love or
home or family. He'd do anything for Dean.
Tim sat up straight, focusing on his idea. Why hadn't he
thought of this before? He'd prove everyone wrong. He'd
find Dean a wife and himself a mother.
The time had come for the mommy quest.
"STELLA? I mean, Ms. O'Connell?"
Stella lifted her head and waited for Laura Benedict, her
secretary, to get on with it. Instead, the woman just
stared at her.
"Yes?" Stella tried to keep the impatience out of her
voice and failed.
She had to remember that she was new here. Well, not new,
exactly. She'd attended this school. But she was the new
principal of Gainsville Elementary.
She just needed time to get used to how things were done
in Illinois, which was different than they'd been done in
Los Angeles. Some of those changes were the result of
working in an elementary school in the Midwest, rather
than a high school in the center of one of the largest
cities in the country, and then again some weren't.
"I'm sorry," Laura said. "I keep forgetting and calling
you Stella. It's just, I remember you that way."
Laura had been a year behind Stella at Gainsville High.
Now she was the mother of four preteen boys, the wife of a
farmer and the secretary at the grade school.
There but for the grace of God go I, Stella thought.
Laura had been one of the popular girls. Once slim and
lovely, she was now round and cute. She was also happy. Or
at least Stella thought she was. She'd seen so few happy
people over the past several years.
"Stella?" Laura made an annoyed sound deep in her
throat. "I mean, Ms. O'Connell."
"Never mind, Laura. Just tell me what you want." Her
secretary blinked at Stella's tone. She'd been too abrupt
again. Would she ever be able to fit into the slower,
kinder, gentler world of Gainsville Elementary? Stella was
having her doubts.
"There's been a fight on the playground."
Stella came to her feet. "Is an ambulance on the way? Were
shots fired?"
Laura's eyes widened, and she stared at Stella with both
confusion and horror.
"Sorry," Stella muttered. "Wrong time zone. What happened?"
"You get to find out."
"I do?"
In L.A. she'd had assistants for that. By the time the
students reached her office, they'd not only been
interviewed, they'd usually been booked.
"We've got one in the nurse's office with a bellyache the
size of the Sears Tower. The other's cooling his heels at
my desk waiting to talk to you."
"Swell."
"Just ask him what happened," Laura said. "Being sent to
the principal's office is enough to get most kids to spill
their guts."
"Okay." Stella sat down.
"Oh." Laura stopped half in and half out of the door,
eyeing Stella's favorite suit, a light pumpkin shade that
brought out the auburn highlights in her short, dark hair
and the green in her hazel eyes.
"Don't hug him — he's kind of bloody."
Hug him?
Stella was still pondering those words when the child
walked into her office. He didn't look scared; he looked
like a refugee from her world.
Short, skinny, with huge feet and knobby, scraped knees,
there was something in those blue eyes she recognized.
This child had been beat on before.
Stella frowned. "Have a seat."
Someone, probably Laura, had tried to wipe the blood off
his face. But noses bled pretty badly, and his white T-
shirt was now garbage. She'd have to ask Laura to get him
a new one from the donation box. Parents tended to freak
out when they saw their children covered in blood.
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