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A fan-favorite contemporary romance from
New York
Times
bestselling author Diana Palmer.

A mom for all calamities…that was what Faulkner Scott’s young son
wanted. The motherless twelve-year-old was determined to appoint Shelly Astor his new
mom after she saved his life. Then she met his dad! Who was going to save Shelly’s heart
from a new accident waiting to happen—like falling in love with the boy’s gorgeous
father?

Originally published in 1993.

Dear Reader,

She’s your one-person cheering section. Your tireless advocate. Your voice of reason. Your shopping partner. She always knows how to make you feel better when it just isn’t your day. She’s your mom. And one day of thanks just doesn’t seem enough. This Mother’s Day, don’t forget to let Mom know how truly one-of-a-kind she is—make her queen for the day. And if you’re a mother yourself, you know firsthand that motherhood is the toughest—and most important—job you’ll ever love. So don’t forget to treat yourself to your favorite indulgence!

In celebration of moms everywhere, we’ve put together this collection of classic stories featuring reader favorites Diana Palmer, Candace Camp and Elizabeth Bevarly. This charming anthology features some very special moms as they meet and fall in love with some very special heroes.

A “Calamity Mom” is all Faulkner Scott’s young son wants. The boy is determined to appoint Shelly Astor his new mom after she saves his life. Looks as if there’s another accident in the works—Faulkner and Shelly may
fall
head over heels!

Beth Sutton’s “Tabloid Baby” might not be famous producer Jackson Prescott’s love child, but there may indeed be some cupid wings hidden beneath the newborn’s receiving blanket. Who better than a baby to bring two soul mates together?

“A Daddy for Her Daughters” is what Naomi Carmichael gets when she finds herself doing parent duty with
über
-hunk Sloan Sullivan. Now, if Naomi could just figure out how to get the sexy bachelor to say “I do,” she’d be one happy mama!

We hope you enjoy this must-have springtime collection by three of the best-loved authors in romance!

The Editors,

HQN Books

Rave reviews for Diana Palmer

“Nobody does it better.”

—Award-winning author Linda Howard

“Palmer knows how to make the sparks fly…heartwarming.”


Publishers Weekly
on
Renegade

“Nobody tops Diana Palmer when it comes to delivering pure, undiluted romance. I love her stories.”


New York Times
bestselling author Jayne Ann Krentz

Praise for the novels of Candace Camp

“This one has it all: smooth writing, an intelligent story, engaging characters, and sexual tension that positively sizzles.”—
All About Romance
on
Swept Away

“I loved this wonderful story! Camp is so-o-o-o good.”


Romance Reviews
on
Impulse

“Readers who are fond of Amanda Quick… will like this one.”

—Mrs. Giggles on
Mesmerized

Romance fans love Elizabeth Bevarly

“[Readers] will be rewarded by Lucy’s convincing transformation from ditzy daughter into capable wife.”


Publishers Weekly
on
The Ring on Her Finger

“Elizabeth Bevarly knows how to show readers a good time.”


Oakland Press

“Elizabeth Bevarly writes with irresistible style and wit.”


New York Times
bestselling author Teresa Medeiros

Calamity Mom

Diana Palmer

CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

CHAPTER ONE

T
HE BEACH WAS CROWDED
. A group of college students on spring break were gathered around a ghetto blaster, happily unaware of the vicious looks they were getting from older sunbathers.

“Turn it down,” Shelly Astor suggested, grinning as she nodded toward two glowering faces behind them on the beach. “You’re creating enemies for us.”

“Don’t be a wet blanket,” the boy chided. “We’re young, it’s spring break, no more biology and English and algebra for a solid, sweet week!”

“Yeah, right,” another student muttered. “I might as well drown myself. I flunked my first exam in prealgebra!”

“Less fun, more pencil-to-paper contact,” another suggested.

“Right, Mr. Egghead,” came the reply and a glare. “Edwin here blew the curve in biology 101,” he added, jerking his thumb at the tall, thin, redheaded boy. “He made 100.”

“Dr. Flannery says I’m the best student he’s ever had. Can I help it if I’m brilliant?” Edwin sighed.

“You’re not brilliant in trig,” Pete murmured to him, then said to the others, “I had to tutor him or he’d never have passed Bragg’s exam.”

“Can’t you turn that damned thing down?” An exasperated bellow broke the silence.

“Have a heart, man!” Pete wailed, facing his attacker. “We just survived eight weeks of hell, not to mention trigonometry!”

“And one of us failed it!” Edwin yelled, pointing at Mark.

“We’re all on the cutting edge here,” Pete agreed, shaking his head. “If we don’t get a music fix, God only knows what we might do to the world at large!”

The irate man began to laugh and threw up his hands. He made a dismissive gesture and lay back, closing his eyes in defeat.

Shelly grinned at her friends. “Pete’s a sociology major,” she whispered to Nan, who was her best friend. “Minoring in psych. Isn’t he great?”

“A true credit to his alma mater,” Nan agreed. She got up and went to dive into the surf, with Shelly at her side.

“Isn’t it wonderful here?” Nan sighed. “And you weren’t going to come!”

“I had to fight to get to go to college, much less come to Florida with the group for spring break,” Shelly said quietly. She pushed back her windblown blond hair, and her soft blue eyes echoed the smile on her full lips. “My parents wanted me to go to finishing school and then join the young women’s social club back home in Washington, D.C. Can you imagine?”

“You haven’t told them that you want to become a caseworker for family and children’s services, I guess?” Nan fished.

“My father would have a nervous breakdown,” she mused. “They’re sweet people, my parents, but they want to give me a life of luxury and serenity. I want to change the world.” She glanced at dark-eyed Nan with a mischievous
smile. “They think I’m demented. They have a nice husband picked out for me: Ivy League school, old family name, plenty of money.” She shrugged her slender shoulders. “That’s not what I want at all, but they won’t take no for an answer. I had to threaten to get a job and go on the work/study program to get my father to pay my tuition.”

“I wonder if all parents want to live through their children?” Nan asked. “Honestly my mother has pushed me toward nursing school since I was in grammar school, just because she got married and couldn’t finish nurses’ training. I get sick at the sight of blood, for Pete’s sake!”

“Did someone mention my name?” Pete asked, surfacing beside them with a grin.

Nan sent a spray of water at him with a sweep of her palm, and all the serious discussions were drenched in horseplay.

* * *

B
UT LATER, WHEN
they went to the motel to change before supper, Shelly couldn’t help wondering if she was ungrateful. Her father, a wealthy investment counselor, had given her every advantage during her youth. Her mother was a socialite and her brother was an eminent scientist. She had an impeccable background. But she had no desire to drift from luncheon to cocktail party, or even to do superficial charity work. She wanted to help people in trouble. She wanted to see the world as it was, out of her protected environment. Her parents couldn’t, or wouldn’t, understand that she had to feel useful, to know that her life had a purpose of some sort beyond learning the correct social graces.

She enjoyed school. She attended Thorn College, a small community college in Washington, D.C., where she was just one of the student body and accepted without hassle, despite her background. It was the kind of atmosphere that was friendly and warm without being invasive. She loved it.

Living off campus did limit some of her participation in social activities, but she didn’t mind that. She’d always
thought in her own mind that she was rather a cold woman—at least where men were concerned. She dated, and boys kissed her from time to time, but she felt nothing beyond surface pleasure at the contact of warm lips on her own. She had no desire to risk her life for the sake of curiosity, experimentation or for fear of ridicule. She was strong enough not to flinch at the condescending remarks from one of the more permissive girls. Someday, she thought, she would be glad that she hadn’t followed the crowd. She stared at her reflection and smiled. “You-stick-in-the-mud,” she told herself.

There was a quick knock on the door followed by Nan’s entrance. “Aren’t you ready
yet?
” she grumbled. She glared at Shelly’s very conservative voile dress, yellow on black, with sandals and her long hair in a French braid. “You’re not going like that?” she added, groaning. “Don’t you have any idea what the current style is?”

“Sure. Spandex skirts or tights and funny smock blouses. But they’re not me. This is.”

“Wouldn’t catch me dead in that.” Nan sighed. Her curly hair sported a yellow-and-white bow, and her white tights were topped off by a multicolored short dress.

“You look super,” Shelly said approvingly.

Nan struck a pose. “Call
Ebony
magazine and tell them I’m available for covers.” She chuckled.

“You could do covers,” came the serious reply. Nan really was lovely. Her skin had a soft café au lait demureness. Combined with her liquid black eyes and jet black hair and elegant facial structure, she would have been a knockout on the cover of any magazine. She looked like an Egyptian wall painting. “I’ve seen gorgeous movie stars who were uglier than you are,” she added.

Nan chuckled. “You devil, you.”

“I’m not kidding. Why haven’t you ever thought of modeling?”

Nan shrugged. “I have a good brain,” she said simply. “I don’t want it to get lost in the shuffle. I’m going to be an archaeologist.”

Shelly groaned. “Don’t remind me that I have two more exams to go in introductory anthropology or I’ll scream!”

“I’ll coach you. You’ll do fine.”

“I won’t! I barely passed biology! We’ve still got fossil forms of man and kinship systems and subsistence patterns to go…!”

“Piece of cake.” Nan dismissed it. “Besides, you got Dr. Tabitha Harvey, and she’s the best. Oops, I mean Dr. Tabitha Reed. Can you imagine her getting married? And to such a dish!” She shook her head. “But to get back to the subject, don’t you realize that anthropology is
part
of sociology? How can you understand the way we are as a culture today without understanding how we came to be a culture in the first place?”

“Here you go again.”

“I love it. You would, too, if you’d let yourself. I’ve taken every anthropology course Thorn College offers. I loved them all!”

“This stuff is hard.”

“Life,” Nan reminded her, “is hard. You can’t appreciate a good grade in anthropology until you’ve had to dig for it.” She looked surprised. “I made a funny!”

“On that note, we’re leaving,” Shelly murmured, dragging her friend out the door.

* * *

T
HEY HAD SUPPER IN THE SAME
restaurant each night. It was their one extravagance, and mainly because Nan had a crush on one of the other diners, a student from Kenya whom she’d met on the beach.

Shelly looked forward to the evening ritual because of another patron who frequented the restaurant. She ran into him everywhere, accidentally. He nodded politely and never stopped to talk, but she watched him with open fascination
, to the amusement of her friends. In fact, her fascination was a ruse to keep her friends from trying to pair her off with Pete. She liked Pete, but her attitudes weren’t casual enough to suit him. By pretending infatuation for a stranger, she elicited not only sympathy for her unrequited love, but also avoided well-meaning matchmakers among the group she’d accompanied on spring break.

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