When Love Finds Hannah
Hannah was pretty. Most would probably say that she was more than pretty. She was beautiful. But Hannah never saw herself that way. Just the opposite. After all, not one man among her people has ever tried to court her. Her mother never told her she was pretty. Nor did her sister.
But her sister had all the men she wanted. Surely her sister was prettier, and thus the men liked her better. No man would ever find Hannah beautiful enough to love. After all, her sister who is much prettier than she is was rejected and left at the alter by a man who left for another. Another whom he said was much more beautiful. If that happened to her sister, what hope is there for Hannah?
Hanah was just a nurse by occupation. But she was not the type of nurse that holds the respect and prestige we usually associate with those in that field. She was a junior nurse and her job was doing the tasks regular nurses held to be below their station. Her work was boring, low paying, and without praise or recognition. She held no status within the nursing occupation. How was she to ever to attract the attention of a good man who would love her and make her the wife she longed to be?
She knew what her future would amount to. She would do what she now did, and always would do, even into her old age. And it would be a lonely life and an even lonelier old age.
But, she did not count on the stranger who's care she was assigned to. A man who came out of the unknown west. He was a crew member on a flying ship which came to her isolated island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, and he and his fellow crew members on that airship do not look like her people.
She tended to him as his nurse while he is convulsing from an injury. Now she found something stirring within her which was new and strange. But surely, he could not learn to love her. She's not pretty enough, she tells herself. After he recovers from his injuries, he will leave and return to his people and his home.
But he has different thoughts on the matter.
NOTE: No AI tools or techniques, nor any help in any way was used in any part of the writing process of my manuscripts. The words, the structure, the ideas, everything, are all the product of my own imagination and creation. In some cases, AI played a part in the creation of the book front covers. But that tis the entire extent of AI involvement. (An excerpt from the book)-------
"Is he still sleeping?" a voice behind her asked in a hushed tone. It was Deborah. "Aye," Hannah answered. "Is he sleeping? Or is he unconscious from the injury to his head? I don't know." "I see they mended his arm," her friend commented. The right arm was encased in a heavy plaster cast. Only the ends of his fingers protruded from the end. "What is his name?" "I was told that it is Harold. That is a strange name, would you not agree?" Hannah replied. "'Tis a strange name to me," Deborah agreed. "He's an awfully good-looking man. Don't you think so?" Hannah did think so. She simply nodded in response. Then she thought to herself. He's more than good looking. He's the best looking man she had ever seen. And in response, her heart seemed to skip a beat. But she said nothing in response to her friend's comment. If you love Steampunk romance stories with emotion, you will love how Hannah finds her true love.
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