How many Betty Neels titles can you find in the below Betty Neels style story? Please do it from memory.
DADDY, MOMMY'S COME HOME. 988 Words 
Beth Cloud lay face down in the snow.
I’m freezing. Blackness everywhere. My eyes won’t open. Please, God, let me wake up! It’s so cold.
Beth’s eyes opened. She looked upwards and saw a street lamp where the moon should be. White flakes filled the night sky. A little moonlight backlit the milky heavens. She was resting in five inches of snow and colder than she’d ever been in her life.
This is worse than the nightmare.
Painfully, Beth lifted herself off the ground. She smelled a familial coppery odor. Removing a glove, she gently rubbed the back of her head. It was wet. Blood!
A hematoma! I’m injured. How did I get here? Who am I?
Beth saw a row of brownstone townhouses on her right. On the left was the street.
I have no purse. She searched inside her heavy winter coat. Nothing! No money! No ID! I could die out here!
Beth’s stomach rumbled. Instinctively her hand went to her belly where she felt a bump. Then a fluttering.
Oh my God, I’m pregnant. What is happening to me?
Beth walked towards the nearest lamp post. She squeezed the coat around her neck and heard a faint bark. From somewhere inside her coat she retrieved a palm-sized puppy.
Need warmth. Get inside. Now!
Boom!
The townhouse door burst open. A short stocky man staggered from the house holding a black satchel.
"Mister. I need help. Please help me."
A taxi cab approached. Beth heard the wheels swish and smelled gasoline fumes. She felt sick.
"Don’t have time,” the man said. “Give this $20 bill to the chauffer parked at the corner. Tell him Dr. Bennett always pays his debts. And here’s five for you.” The man placed two bills into Beth’s hands.
The cab quickly disappeared in a spray of slush.
Go to the corner. Find chauffer. More fluttering. How many months am I? Beth squeezed her left hand. No ring. Unmarried? Hurry!
A well dressed man wearing a black cap was busy brushing snow off the windshield of the big Mercedes.
Beth appeared out of the falling snow like an apparition.
"Are you the chauffer?”
“Ja, maybe,” he said in a foreign accent.
"Are you German?” she asked not knowing why.
“No, I’m Dutch. You sound English, are you a Brit?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t if you’re English?”
“I don’t know who I am or where I am or what I am doing here. I have this $20 bill for you.”
“Madam, I am not a car for hire. Do you need help?”
“I have a head injury, I’m pregnant, there’s a dog in my pocket, I’m sick….”
Beth fainted into the arms of the big Dutchman.
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The morning sun warmed Beth’s eyelids. A small hand touched her face. A gentle awaking. She opened her eyes and saw a miniature version of herself just inches away.
“Mommy, you’re back. Daddy said you’d never come back but I knew you would.”
Is this my child? Am I home? No ring. No clothes. My clothes are gone. I’m wearing a hospital dressing gown.
"Who are you?” Beth asked.
“I’m Hannah. Don’t be silly, mommy. Read me a story.” The child handed her a small book.
Beth sat upright. She was in a doctor’s examining room. Where had the chauffer taken me? Who changed my clothes?
"Read, mommy.”
Beth began reading a familiar Peter Rabbit story adding funny sound effects as she always did. I’ve done this before.
Nils entered the house. He heard Beth reading and Hannah giggling. His heart stopped.
“Daddy, hurry, Mommy’s home. She brought a puppy like she promised. I named her Polly.”
Beth glared at Nils. “Am I this child’s mother? Am I your wife?"
“I am Nils ver Haagen, a surgeon from Holland and you’re Beth Judith Cloud, an unemployed nurse from Devonshire, England. I ran your prints. There are problems.
Ran my prints? Am I a criminal? Beth Cloud. Pediatric nurse. SRN and SCM. Born in Devon. Yes. It’s all coming back. Klaus pushed me out of the car. Stole my savings. Got me fired. Lost our apartment. The coward is running back to Germany. I’ve no family left in England. Things are bad, Lord, help me.
Nils tried to speak but Beth’s mind was elsewhere.
He changed my clothes, bandaged my head, took my prints, he’s not a chauffer. Big, handsome, probably twenty years too old for me, and foreign! Like “Klaus the louse”. A dream come true? An unlikely romance? A doctor? What can I believe?
“Beth, listen”, Nils pleaded.
“Hannah has been clinically depressed since her mother was murdered three years ago. She has only spoken a few words since the funeral. The poor child has spent most of her life waiting for Deborah to come home. You’re her mother now. I fear for her sanity if you leave. You read just like Deborah did. Then there's the puppy.
Beth could see tears forming in the big man’s eyes.
"Do you have a picture of her mother?” Beth asked.
“Here, look. You have her eyes and hair color. But you’re taller and bigger. But to Hannah…you are her mother.”
His tears began to fall. “Deborah was a good wife…an ideal wife and my dearest love … could this woman fill a gap in our lives, Hannah? I feel so empty.”
“Am I wanted by the law?”
“You’re wanted here!”
“But I’m not her mother!”
“Live with us. I’ll pay your full nursing salary. You’ll have a fine home, the best medical care for your baby. You can be my nurse when private patients come here to our house.”
“My baby! How’s my baby?”
“Your baby is healthy. We’ll do an ultrasound at the hospital later.” Nils reached out and took the twenty dollar bill off the examining table.
“That’s from Dr. Bennett,” Beth said.
“I don’t know any Dr. Bennett.” Nils said. Fate is Remarkable
The End
OK. How many titles did you find without looking them up?
Thanks,
VInce
“Romances are the emotional vitamins of the soul.” Vince
