Texas Mom (Harlequin American Romance, Band 1531) - Softcover

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Fox, Roz Denny

 
9780373755523: Texas Mom (Harlequin American Romance, Band 1531)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 037375552X ISBN 13: 9780373755523
Verlag: Harlequin American Romance, 2015

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FOR THEIR SON 

Texas veterinarian Delaney Blair will do anything to find a bone marrow donor for her four-year-old son, Nickolas. The only likely match is his Argentinean father, Dario. But Dario and Delaney didn't part on good terms. In fact, he doesn't even know he has a son! 

Delaney travels to Argentina to find him, and Dario, shocked, returns to Texas. It's not long before Nick and Dario become close. Not only that, Dario can't hide the feelings he has for Delaney—feelings that have been there since they met. Dario's family doesn't want him to be with her. But now they have to see if the love between them is strong enough to keep them together.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Roz Fox, a.k.a Roz Denny and Roz Denny Fox began her writing career with Harlequin Books in 1989, and has since written nearly 50 romances centered around home, love, and family for Harlequin Romance, Super Romance, American, Signature Select, Everlasting Love, and online serials for eharlequin. Roz currently resides in Tucson, Arizona.

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Delaney Blair stood at the window in the hospital conference room. Lightning flashed as raindrops battered the glass. The summer storm sweeping through Lubbock matched her mood. Two of her son's doctors sat at the table she'd vacated. They'd been discussing Nicko-las's prognosis, and it wasn't good.

Neal Avery, the pediatric oncologist who'd cared for Nickolas throughout his first illness, interrupted her chaotic thoughts. "Delaney, we've explored every avenue available to Nick at the moment. There simply are no marrow donor matches in the national donor bank. Nor have any emerged from the collection drives you and your friends ran."

Delaney rubbed at goose bumps on her arms and hunched her shoulders against the harsh reality of Dr. Avery's words.

Konrad Von Claus, a visiting pediatric oncologist and immunologist, chimed in. "I've gone over all of Nickolas's records from the leukemia he fought when he was eighteen months old. Like Dr. Avery and the others who treated him, I found no reason to suspect his remission wouldn't last. Regrettably, patients who fall out of remission require more aggressive measures." Switching gears, he said, "It's a fact ethnic minorities have difficulties finding matches. One reason is due to migration. Blood markers are inherited. Some families don't migrate together. And many people are from blended cultures. What about Nickolas's father, Ms. Blair? I don't see anyone named Sanchez listed among the people from your area donor drive."

Delaney turned from the window. "Dario Sanchez isn't relevant, Dr. Von Claus. He isn't now, and never has been in Nick's life. Dario lives in Argentina."

The visiting physician locked eyes with Delaney. "Hmm. I'd say he was a very crucial part of your son's life once, wouldn't you? We must face facts," he said a little more gently. "Among ten million people signed up to be bone marrow donors, less than ten percent are Latino. To complicate matters, Argentines are often of European descent. Their bloodlines are Spanish or Italian, but some have a mix of English, German, mestizo or indigenous. That essentially means Nick's chance for finding a match outside his family is well below the norm. We already know that you're not a match. For Nick's sake, you should ask his father and family to be tested."

Mouth twisted to one side, Delaney shook her head until her red curls danced. "I haven't seen Dario in over five years. Nick is four and a half. " She broke off and said, "Dario doesn't know he has a son. We met when my father, rest his soul, bought eight bulls from Estancia Sanchez. To make a long story short, my father died suddenly, the bank foreclosed on our ranch and forced Dario's family to take back their very expensive bulls and…the truth is he didn't care about me." Delaney's voice faltered again because the doctor didn't lower or soften his gaze. She threw up her hands. "You're right. This isn't about me or my feelings toward a man who promised to keep in touch but didn't. This is about saving Nick's life. I'd walk to hell and back for my son. I'll see if I can find a phone number for the estancia online."

Von Claus closed the medical chart and turned to his colleague. "You should go there and speak to Mr. Sanchez. Don't you agree, Neal? Facing someone makes it harder for them to decline. A phone call may make it too easy for a man you haven't spoken to in years, one unaware he's a dad, to simply cut you off."

Dr. Avery left his chair and took Delaney's icy hands. "Dr. Von Claus is right. Time isn't on our side. No man with half a backbone would refuse to help his own child. You need to see him and explain the whole problem. I know a trip will be costly, but I agree a physical meeting offers the best chance you and Nick have. You might also be able to obtain blood samples from his other relatives while you're there."

Delaney squared her shoulders. "The good people of La Mesa recently set up a fund for Nick and me. I could use that money to fly to Buenos Aires. But is it okay for me to leave Nick?"

Both doctors nodded. Neal Avery said, "Nickolas is here where he's getting the best care possible for his spiraling condition until a spot opens for him in Dr. Von Claus's study in San Antonio. We can arrange for Mr. Sanchez and his family to be tested at a hospital in Buenos Aires. Of course, if any of them are a match, that person will need to travel here for the harvest procedure."

"It makes no sense that I'm not the best match,"

Delaney said bitterly. "After all, I'm Nick's mother. It seems crazy to think strangers may provide what I can't. I carried him in my body for nine months." She fisted a hand against her belly for emphasis.

"I know," Dr. Avery sympathized.

"It is the best decision." Dr. Von Claus scooped up the thick folder. "It's good Dr. Avery suggested Nickolas for my study. There's much we have to learn about body cells relative to blood cancers. I've had cases where neither parent was a match, and yet we found a donor miles away with near perfect markers. If only storing a newborn's cord blood was a common practice, we wouldn't need this needle-in-a-haystack search."

"True. But who thinks when their baby is born, the picture of health, that any of this could happen? At the time, storing his cord blood seemed a needless expense. I hadn't built my practice yet, and I wasn't sure I could manage a baby and the long hours required to be a large animal veterinarian. Playing the if-only game won't make facing Nickolas's father easier."

"But you will go?"

"Yes," she said. The doctors said their goodbyes, and she turned back to stare out the window. Another flash of lightning cut jaggedly through an ugly sky. She stayed for an extra minute to settle her churning stomach before going to explain to Nick that she had to leave for a few days.

She finally headed to his room, trying not to worry about what she'd do if Dario refused to see her—or talk to her. And he might. She had fallen passionately in love with the dark-eyed, dark-haired Argentinian the summer after she'd aced her board exams and had been free of school for the first time in years. Back then, everything had been brighter, happier as she'd arrived home a brand-new vet. Dario and his crew had been in town delivering bulls and trying to make other contacts in Texas. If he hadn't disappeared a few weeks before her father's untimely death, their relationship might have been more than an eventful summer fling.

Too bad she had let her heart get involved.

Oh, what good did it do now to plow up old ground? She couldn't erase Dario from her mind even if she wanted to. Obviously the same wasn't true for him. He'd promised to keep in touch, then didn't. She was reminded of him daily, every time she looked at Nick. She only hoped Dario remembered her. It could be a death sentence for Nickolas if she was that forgettable.

Shaking off the gloom, she tiptoed into Nick's room on the pediatric cancer ward. His roommate had been discharged. The boy had been older, about seven, but the kids had been friendly. Today Nick looked small and alone in the too-big sterile room filled with monitors and medical trappings.

Breathing deep, Delaney bent over him and finger-combed the mop of dark curls off his pale forehead. His long lashes swept up, and he reached for her hand. "Mommy, where've you been?"

"Talking to Dr. Avery. Did...

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Verlag
Harlequin American Romance
Erscheinungsdatum
2015
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
037375552X
ISBN 13 
9780373755523
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Anzahl der Seiten
224
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