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Little Broken Things
Little Girl Lost
Little Girl Vanished
With a friend's child missing, and the police failing, disgraced ex-detective Harper enlists the aid of a former crime boss to untangle a mystery that strikes too close to home.
Disgraced, ex-detective Harper Adams is perfectly content wallowing at rock bottom. She's lost her job, house, and reputation, and it only gets worse when she's forced to move back home to Jackson Creek, Arkansas, the one place she swore she'd never return.
But everything changes when she gets chilling news. A childhood friend's daughter is missing...and it's eerily reminiscent of Harper's sister's kidnapping and murder two decades ago.
Not her business.
Except with the police fumbling the case at every turn, Harper realizes she might be the only one who can save the girl.
And she might need the help of James Malcolm, a former crime boss, to do it.
Little Honker and the Swinging Tails
Can a cat really start his own band? Warren the Honking Cat decides to do just that, and Little Honker and the Swinging Tails is born ... but not without some surprises A delightful read about creativity and persistence for second and third graders.
Little Honker Saves the Day
Warren's meow is a honk.
He doesn't sound like his Seal Point Siamese family or look like them. His brothers and sisters will not play kitty games with him. And, then, on a backyard adventure things change. He saves his family from an unwanted visitor and his honking is important after all.
Little Honker's Backyard Adventures
Can a cat have magical powers?
Are cats able to predict a future event?
From Egyptian times to the present, cats in many cultures are considered both lucky and magical. Is Little Honker one of those magical cats? Little Honker seems to have some magical powers and predicts an upcoming event.
Little Honker's Patriotic Paws
What could a polydactyl cat add to the Swinging Tails band?
Bongos, of course Jack moves from Key West to Little Honker's neighborhood and discovers his love of music can continue when the Tails invite him to join their band. The band gives a paw-some dream performance during the Independence Day celebration and then an unusual flare makes this celebration a day never to be forgotten.
"Little Honker has quite the talented musical Patriotic Paws I can't imagine anyone--young or old--not enjoying this book."
-- Margie Smith, Music Teacher, Denton, NE
Little Honker's Winter Concert
Little Honker can and did. First he plays a duet and then the bells with the rest of the band. When the bells get loose, the kitty inside him takes over and the excitement begins as Little Honker chases them around the auditorium. Did Little Honker ruin the concert or make it the most memorable one ever?
Little Joe Smileyhead
Little Joe Smileyhead describes a day in the life of one little boy whose youthful attempts to lend a hand result in amusing and heartwarming mishaps along the way. Written with an uplifting message that will bring smiles to both children and adults alike.
Author Bio:
Most comfortable in jeans and cowboy boots, award-winning author Lexi Kinney is an LA city girl with a cowgirl's heart. Lexi has 10 siblings, and is mother to 5 and granny to 5 more. As the author of 4 picture books she draws from her many life experiences to inspire children everywhere.
Little Lost Secrets
Little One
"Take my hand, little one."
Fran finds her standing by the swings. A little girl, Esther, no older than seven years old, by herself in the dead of night, her pretty but old-fashioned yellow dress covered in grass stains and her hair dishevelled. She says she's waiting for Father, and that strikes Fran as particularly odd.
After Esther is reunited with her family, Fran can't stop thinking about this pious child whose imaginary friend is God. Fran's instincts tell her something is very wrong. Why does Esther keep running away from home, and how did she get that bruise on her leg?
Fran's husband warns her not to get too close, but one morning, Esther and her family disappear. Where did they go? Why did they leave their furniture behind?
Fran knows in her gut that something terrible is going to happen to that child, and she can't stand by while it happens. No matter the cost.
After all, she found her. But can she save her?
Little Rosie Rodeo: Cowgirl For Reals
2020 Mom's Choice Award Winner
"A delightful read." -- Readers' Favorite
"...thoroughly entertaining delightful scripted rhyming story about the rodeo and the bonds of friendship." -- Children's Bookwatch, Midwest Book Review
Little Rosie Rodeo loves to race as fast as she can to win the prize: those sparkly buckles. She couldn't do this without the help of her horse B-Bar, who's also her best friend. Together they race for those buckles that twinkle like stars. This delightful rhyming story teaches children about the rodeo, dedication, and the special bonds of friendship.
"There has always been something magical about the relationship between little girls and their equine friends. Little Rosie Rodeo captures that bond perfectly and tells an inspiring story of two best friends--a little girl and her horse." --Kent L. Sturman, Direction, ProRodeo Hall of Fame and Museum of the American Cowboy
"A delightful story that showcases rodeo lifestyle and explores the love and bonds our children share with their horses." --Annie Walker, Executive Director, National Little Britches Rodeo Association
Lo
Willoughby, known back on Earth as "the East Hamptons of the Kuiper Belt," is the first sustainable colony on Mars.
Built by the mysterious geneticist Carlo Yakamura this settlement encourages the rich to live as they please. They can enjoy decadent homes, physically modifiable partners, meals based on their best memories and even boutique children known on Willoughby as Builds.
Designed to impress even at the dullest cocktail parties, the Builds' proprietary motive genes have been sourced from the DNA of some of the greatest artistic disruptors of the last several centuries. But even among a host of uniquely gifted Builds, Lo is unique. And uniquely unbalanced. So what would be the grisliest of murders back on Earth, is just an inconvenience on Willoughby. That is why Lo is sent to be "seasoned" by a man we come to know only as Cook.
Can Cook's fatherly hand guide Lo to a deeper understanding of his potential and purpose or is Lo's innate power destined to destroy all of Willoughby? Is Lo the key to Cook's creative redemption or is he the cause of Cook's worst nightmares? And once Cook learns the true purpose of Yakamura's Willoughby will Lo or Cook find the colony worth saving at all?
LO is a sci-fi noir thriller, painted in more deeper shades of blue than black. It is also a story of fathers and sons, lost to one another through terrible compromises and found again through the limits of love. It is a parable of our possible future, a future that is doomed if we rely only on the digital representation of our present while forgetting the lessons and lore of our analogue past.
Long Gone
Welcome to Lone County, Arkansas, where every corner holds a secret, and the past is never really buried.
Disgraced ex-detective Harper Adams has traded her badge for a desk job at her father's law firm, a move as dull as the small town she's returned to. But things take a turn when a local woman wants to declare her missing husband dead, five years after his mysterious disappearance.
With her father's firm representing the missing man's wife, Harper seizes the opportunity to delve back into her investigative roots. Her search leads her back to James Malcolm, a former crime boss turned tavern owner, who has his finger on the pulse of every shadowed corner. His offer to help with her investigation catches her by surprise.
Why would a former criminal offer his help unless he has something to gain?
Long Live The Cartel
“This book was everything I didn't know I needed. A beautiful surprise!” —★★★★★ Reader Review
In the world of the Cartel, there are many pitfalls and family curses. In the city of Miami, the good die young and the bad live forever. The first family of Miami, The Diamonds, are back and more ruthless than ever. When the family has to deal with the sins of the father, karma comes back and rests on the shoulders of Carter "CJ" Jones II. The life his father never wanted for him, calls him and the allure of family tradition sucks him in so deep, that he falls victim to the game. This story shows the second coming of a king and solidifies the cartel family tree in the roots of the streets forever.
Ride with a new regime as Carter II and his cousin Mo attempt to carry the legacy of their fathers on their shoulders. Will the city respect them? Or have the ghosts of the past been erased by a new wave of hustlers. Miami was forever changed when Carter and Miamor came to town. Can The Cartel ever regain their strength or was their fall from power too devastating to repair?
Ashley and JaQuavis dive into their franchise series once more and give their fans a taste of classic urban storytelling.
Look Before You Leap
Will the lure of fame and fortune be his nemesis?
His life has collapsed, his marriage over, and his son is lost to him. Randall is broke, but with the aid of his two best friends, Randall flies home. Home to Africa. Africa where he can seek solace and a place to heal.
Heading for the Zambezi River with only a vehicle and supplies to last several months, Randall starts to find his inner peace. Finding his rhythm, Africa begins to seep into his soul. His characters are at long last chatting to him. And any thoughts of returning to the world of men are finally gone. Until he hears the noise of a boat beating upstream...
With the sound getting louder, along with shouts of his name, Randall realises his peace is at an end. He's being called back to reality, but why and at what cost?
Look before You Leap is the twelfth book in the Brigandshaw Chronicles, a series that only Peter Rimmer knows how to bring to life with his enduring, complex characters, together with his passion of the places he takes them to.
About the Author
Rimmer, Peter: - Peter Rimmer was born in London, England, and grew up in the south of the city where he went to school. After the Second World War, aged eighteen, he joined the Royal Air Force, reaching the rank of Pilot Officer before he was nineteen. At the end of his National Service, he sailed for Africa to grow tobacco in what was then Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe. The years went by and Peter found himself in Johannesburg where he established an insurance brokering company. Over 2% of the companies listed on the Johannesburg Stock Exchange were clients of Rimmer Associates. He opened branches in the United States of America, Australia and Hong Kong and travelled extensively between them. Having lived a reclusive life on his beloved smallholding in Knysna, South Africa, for over 25 years, Peter passed away in July 2018. He has left an enormous legacy of unpublished work for his family to release over the coming years, and not only they but also his readers from around the world will sorely miss him. Peter Rimmer was 81 years old.
Lord Farleigh and Miss Frost: A Regency Romance
Isleen Frost wishes her family had stayed in Dublin for Christmas but understands it would have been folly to decline an invitation to the Duke of Montfort's Christmastide house party. Isleen refuses to allow the opulent castle and powerful duke to impress her. But the duke's eldest son, Lord Farleigh, is another matter entirely.
Raised as the heir to a duke, Simon Dinard, Lord Farleigh, has learned to project a calm self-assurance despite an inner fear he will never be as confident a leader as his father. When a friendly wager and a spirited Irish lady challenge all his unspoken thoughts, he determines to prove her wrong-and ignore the growing attraction between them.
Christmas celebrations at the castle are always full of surprises, but Isleen and Simon are not at all prepared for the feelings the season inspires between them. An Irish miss and a duke's son have no business falling in love. But the magic of sleigh rides, snow-covered hills, and mistletoe might change their minds...
This novel is a sweet Regency romance and can be read as a stand-alone, though readers of the previous books will enjoy seeing old friends again.Lord of Embers
Once, I was a broke college student. Now, it seems I'm destined to rule as the Lightbringer--queen of the demon realm. Except I have competition in the form of Orion, the Lord of Chaos. Like me, he has been marked as a leader. We can't keep our hands off each other, even if he swore an oath to kill me.
It seems we both want the same thing--the crown. And in this battle of wills, only one of us will be left standing.
Losing Love
“B.J. Herron is a deft storyteller who perfectly captures the feelings of dread that a person can experience in an environment filled with painful memories. Constantly able to make familiar and normal surroundings feel oppressive through association, Herron’s prose is consistently high quality, and the author's understanding of trauma is evident throughout the work. Losing Love is an incredible journey and a very worthwhile character study of a trauma survivor.” —K.C. Finn for Readers Favorite (5 Stars)
There is more than one way to lose love…
Still struggling from a broken past, lawyer Faith Shields is stronger and braver than the girl who left home 15 years ago. After years of therapy, Faith recognizes that change is hard and must be embraced in order to grow. But when her beloved grandmother, the woman who supported and encouraged her in life, suffers a tragedy, she is thrust back into the environment that left her scarred and bleeding. Facing the demanding family that damaged her, Faith must find the courage to confront the demons of her past once and for all. Along with her husband Nicholi Shields, a neurosurgeon who’s dedicated to saving lives and his wife, she returns to her hometown on the South Side of Chicago, where murky waters of family and pain await and where she learns at last what it means to grow, what it takes to heal, and, most importantly, what it means to love.
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"Full of feelings of passion and emotion, Losing Love may teach us to understand the importance of both love and loyalty and the difference between them. A beautifully written story...will have readers cheering until the end." —Seattle Book Review
"Losing Love by B.J. Herron is well worth reading from cover to cover for it explains and shows so much of a world that some of us have never imagined, and how this affects families, and how they progress in life... B.J. Herron writes with sensitivity so that you feel as if you are in the story." —Bernadette Longu for Reader's Favorite (5 Stars)
Author Bio:
B.J. Herron was born in Chicago and raised in the South Suburban area outside of the city. Growing up, she was fascinated with words and storytelling, and the meaning behind them. This interest led to some early exposure to reading since she was drawn to poetry and stories about people who looked like her. Later, B.J. received her BS in Mass Communications from Tennessee State University and her MFA in Creative Writing from Full Sail University. She also worked for eleven years as a writer and editor for a myriad of publications, including the Chicago Defender. She now lives in Nashville, Tenn. Losing Love is her first novel.
Lost in China: A Memoir of World War II
It's November 1941. Siblings Jennifer and John, ages seven and five, huddle in a cement culvert near Kunming, China, while Japanese Zeros fly overhead. Jennifer pretends to ignore the screech of gunfire. Where are Daddy and Mummy? she thinks.
Lost in China is the true story of two Anglo-American children separated from their parents in China during World War II, and their unforgettable journey to America a year later. The Dobbs family lived in Shanghai in the late 1930s, where the children spoke Mandarin and Jennifer rode to school in a rickshaw. As war progresses, the family travels to heavily bombed Chungking, through mountains harboring bandits, and on the dangerous Burma Road. When their mother and father fly to Hong Kong on a short trip and get caught up in the Japanese attack, the Dobbs children are left parentless, with no idea when their parents will return-or if they are even still alive.
For a year, the children remain in Western China, and the two are separated when John is taken to stay with another family, where he survives a near-drowning incident. Finally, after spending a month traveling three-quarters of the way around the world via the US military's World War II ferry routes, they reunite with their mother in a rain-swept, deserted airfield in Washington, DC-and face a shocking discovery about their father. Lost in China is both a riveting firsthand account of a family broken apart in World War II China and a daughter's tribute to her beloved father.
Louse Point: Stories From the East End
"A poignant, often riveting collection that delves into the intricacies of love, family, marriage, community—people yearning for each other but unable to bridge the gap…" —Kirkus Reviews
Set on Long Island's idyllic east end, the stories of Louse Point contain characters filled with heartbreak but also tenacity, as they struggle to hold onto their livelihoods, to each other, and to the austere land and seascape they call home.
This second edition contains four new stories of East Enders—at times alienated, heartbroken, but always tenacious—taking on their changing world.
Author Bio:
Shelby Raebeck grew up on Long Island's East End in Amagansett and later returned to live in Springs. In between, he accepted fellowships toward his Masters and Ph.D, and taught at schools and universities in a variety of locations around the country, including Massachusetts, Maryland, Louisiana, Utah, and California. He is the author of two critically acclaimed story collections, Louse Point: Stories From the East End and Night Life: New and Selected Stories, as well as the award-winning novel, Sparrow Beach. His forthcoming work, Wonderless, is a genre-bending novel of a cross-country migration of high school dropouts who don't fall through the cracks but ascend through them.
Love & Murder: A Violet Carlyle Historical Mystery
March 1926
On Valentine's Day, gifts arrived for Violet. Gifts that weren't from Jack. And they kept coming.
If she had to admit it, she'd say she was spooked. If Jack had to admit it, he'd say he was furious. If Victor had to admit it, he'd say the sender better run for his life. And soon.
Then they discover another woman received the same type of things. Gifts. Notes. Distant adoration. Only this woman disappeared. Trying to uncover the anonymous sender, Jack and Victor discover there isn't anything they wouldn't do to keep Vi alive and safe with them. It turns out there isn't anything Violet wouldn't do to stay with them.
Book NINETEEN in the Violet Carlyle Mysteries. Are you ready for the roaring twenties? You'll love Vi, her patient husband Jack, her indulgent twin Vic, and their friends. For fans of Carola Dunn, Jacqueline Winspear, Georgette Heyer, and Lee Strauss. A light, cozy mystery with a fun peek into life in the life of a bright young thing. No swearing, graphic scenes, or cliffhangers.
Up next: A Zestful Little Murder
Love at the Lighthouse
Gaining her independence has been hard-won, but Susan Hall's love of Belle Island and the small inn she runs with her son has seen her through.
Adam Lyons needs money... and not only for himself. With a raise and a promotion on the line, he comes to Belle Island to convince the owner of a quaint inn to sell it to his company. He just doesn't plan to fall for the pretty, spunky owner of the inn he wants to buy.
As secrets are revealed, the fragile relationship between Adam and Susan is tested, until Adam has to choose between the woman he's fallen in love with and his responsibility to the most important person in his life... a person he's sworn he won't let down yet again.
Love, Lies, and Suicide
"But, if you try, you might find..." You'll get exactly what's coming for you. FBI agent Olivia Knight has seen the realities of what happens when nightmares come to life.
When she's called to investigate a case of an apparent murder-suicide in an affluent community.
She finds herself buried by the unexplainable questions that arise regarding the couple's seemingly perfect life.
When a deep dive into the life of the philanthropic couple leads to a revelation to a potential double life.
Olivia finds herself wondering if their hidden life finally caught up to them... They say the purest form of good in this world is love.
But what happens if the love you feel is all a lie?
What happens when the thing you love the most turns into a monster that breaks you? With her own romantic life in shambles, Olivia begins to wonder what price one is willing to pay for love?
And what is the truth behind this case of love, lies, and suicide?
Love, Only Better
Sometimes we find ourselves when we're not even looking.
Rebecca's life is a bit of a disaster. Her boss is the worst and her bestie is moving out to live with her boyfriend. Meanwhile, Rebecca's love life just stormed out the door after she faked it in bed.
But how is she supposed to fake something she's never experienced?
It's humiliating and Rebecca swears everyone in Manhattan can tell just by looking at her on the sidewalk. She deserves better.
When her doctor's advice falls flat, the next offers a different path. One she'd never consider in a million years if she wasn't so desperate for answers. And for Kyle.
The gorgeous photographer who moves in across the hall is impossible to resist. Kyle is everything Rebecca isn't-bold, charismatic, and fearless. When they ride his black motorcycle, all her troubles melt away. Except for one.
After hiding her secret becomes impossible, Rebecca summons the courage to fight for the life she wants-knowing it could be her last chance.
Vulnerable and inspiring, Love, Only Better is an authentic and inspiring story about how to find confidence and love yourself.
Read in 24 countries, it's 5x award winning contemporary fiction-with romance and spice-that readers "can't put down."
This book contains intimate scenes.
PRAISE FOR LOVE, ONLY BETTER
- "I loved the feminism and the overdue mentions of women's basic needs. I definitely recommend this book." (NetGalley)
- "If you're looking for a book with its heart open just waiting to draw you in, look no further. I really recommend it." (NetGalley)
- "Paulette Stout deserves all the stars for bringing to the page a story that I haven't seen explore in fiction this way before." (NetGalley)
- "The chemistry between Kyle and Rebecca had me on the edge of my seat. I definitely recommend this book." (NetGalley)
- "At a time when women need their voices heard, you sing a beautiful song with this book." (Reader Review)
- "Rebecca's journey is a story I've never encountered before and I read A LOT of books." (Reader Review)
- "I thoroughly enjoyed it and read it in two days." (Reader Review)
- "You took a difficult topic and made it a beach read." (Reader Review)
- "I've fallen in love with Kyle." (Reader Review)
- "Rebecca is such a great, multidimensional character." (Reader Review)
- "I couldn't put it down." (Reader Review)
- "I absolutely adore these characters." (Reader Review)
About the Author
Stout, Paulette: - Paulette Stout is the fearless author of Love, Only Better, a contemporary romance and bedroom rallying cry for women everywhere. Born in Manhattan, Paulette is the gold-star wordsmith and owner of her content marketing agency, Media Goddess Inc. You can usually find Paulette rearranging words into pleasing patterns while wearing grammar t-shirts. Either that, or texting pictures of something she's whipped up in the kitchen to her two adult kids while her husband rolls his eyes. And if you think those three Mediaweek awards she got while working as a media buyer/planner in New York City for 15 years have gone to her head-you'd be right. Paulette earned her Bachelor's Degree in Communications from Cornell University and her MBA in Marketing from the Lubin School of Business, Pace University. Connect with Paulette on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram or on her author website: www.paulettestout.com. Love, Only Better is available internationally, wherever books are sold.
Lunch at The Beach House Hotel
Ann Rutherford's and Rhonda DelMonte Grayson's lives continue to be full of surprises as they run The Beach House Hotel, their small, upscale hotel on the Gulf Coast in Southwest Florida. Things heat up when Tina Marks (Valentina Marquis, a famous young movie star) is sent to the hotel in secret to lose twenty-five pounds in eight weeks for her next starring role. As much as Ann and Rhonda want to help Tina succeed, the hotel is known for its delicious food as well as its promise of anonymity, and Tina is impossible to deal with. Then, when Rhonda is faced with a "mysterious illness," Ann's role becomes even more stressful as she tries to find time for her fiancé, Vaughn Sanders, the star of a television soap opera, who deserves the attention she can't give him. As Ann discovers, life is about choices, and she's determined to make the best ones she can to keep Vaughn in her life.
A light, "beach read" with humor sprinkled in for readers' enjoyment. Be sure to read the next books in the series! Dinner at The Beach House Hotel, Christmas at The Beach House Hotel, Margaritas at The Beach House Hotel, and Dessert at The Beach House Hotel. Or read the first book in the series, Breakfast at The Beach House Hotel. And check out Judith Keim's other series - The Hartwell Women, the Fat Fridays series, the Salty Key Inn series, the Chandler Hill Inn series, the Desert Sage Inn series, and the Seashell Cottage Books that readers are loving.
Mad Dogs and Englishmen: The Brigandshaw Chronicles Book 3
Two men: one broken, the other, a vicious drunk. Can either man let go of their past without self-destructing?
The insanity of the Great War is finally over. But for Harry Brigandshaw raw grief and anger consumes his every waking hour. Mostly to run away from himself, Harry journeys with Barend Oosthuizen deep into the African bush and on to the Skeleton Coast in search of diamonds.
It is several, lonely years before Harry eventually returns to Elephant Walk, having long parted from Barend. An unexpected letter awaits Harry's return and yet again his life is thrown into turmoil!
Forced to return to England, Harry immerses himself in 1920 London where beautiful, seductive women snare the wealthy, cut-throat deals are made, and hedonism plays out in the supper clubs and theatres. Conversely, Barend wends his way to the gold mines of South Africa where violence and booze are the order of the day.
But, Elephant Walk and Africa are always calling where only the mad go out in the midday sun. Both men are lured back and the madness is about to begin all over again.
There's always a price to pay. Who will it be, Harry or Barend?
Mad Dogs and Englishmen is the third in the gripping Brigandshaw Chronicles historical fiction series with Peter Rimmer drawing us into the wilds of Africa and the roaring 20s of London. Don't miss this next instalment of Peter Rimmer's family saga.
About the Author
Rimmer, Peter: - Peter Rimmer was born in London, England, and grew up in the south of the city where he went to school. After the Second World War, and aged 18, he joined the Royal Air Force, reaching the rank of Pilot Officer before age 19. At the end of his National Service, he sailed for Africa to grow tobacco in what was then Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe. The years went by and Peter found himself in Johannesburg where he established an insurance brokering company. Over 2% of the companies listed on the Johannesburg Stock Exchange were clients of Rimmer Associates. He opened branches in the United States of America, Australia and Hong Kong and travelled extensively between them. Peter now lives a reclusive life on his South African smallholding, writing his books.
Magnolia: A View of Heaven
Is there a heaven? What will it be like? Will we meet relatives and friends there? Will there be food and wine? Will there be sex? Will we see our pets? How will we get around? Will we have bodies?
These questions are not new. We have all thought about them.
Join Lou as he travels from his hospital bed to his small hometown of Magnolia, New Jersey, where his journey to heaven begins as his guardian angel helps him answer those questions and more.
Open your mind, your spirit, your heart, and your soul.
Enjoy!
Making the Rounds: Defying Norms in Love and Medicine
Malevolence: A Hollywood Mystery
"As the murder reveals a political conspiracy with international implications, Rosemaria finds herself pulled in different directions, and she must face the possibility that she may not be able to save everyone she loves..." —Kirkus
Rosemaria Baker, a cop whose blood runs true blue, has become a prosecutor who now gets to put the perpetrators in jail instead of just arresting them.
She is blissfully happy living with the love of her life, Josh Sibley, who is about to make a major breakthrough in his career as a singer-songwriter. But real life interrupts their perfect world when two girls who Rosemaria rescued from the streets of Hollywood become the targets of ruthless assassins after a third girl is murdered. Rosemaria must arrange protection for the girls, continue working her caseload at the courthouse, investigate the murder, and deal with a coworker who seeks to destroy her career. Through it all, the love and support Rosemaria and Josh have for each other is unfailing. When it finally seems that some semblance of order is falling into place, Rosemaria faces an unexpected, terrifying threat, and she must depend on those who love her to rescue her from certain death.
AUTHOR BIO
Britt Lind is an actress, singer and writer who has performed in television shows, movies and on stage in Los Angeles, New York and Vancouver, B.C. She has written several screenplays and wrote and directed a short film titled Obsession. She came in as runner-up in the Washington State Screenwriting Competition for her screenplay A Light in the Forest and recently won the Beverly Hills Book Awards for her memoir Learning How to Fly. Britt lives in Thousand Oaks, California with her husband, Nick Alexander, a screenwriter, and their three feral cats, Teeny, Toughie and Baby Hughie who used to live a hardscrabble life in the cold and rain in the frozen north and now enjoy a life of luxury in the sun as is their due. Britt is also president of a nonprofit, People for Reason in Science and Medicine, a pro-health, pro-environment, anti-vivisection organization.
Malice: An Agent Jade Monroe FBI Thriller
About the Author
C.M. Sutter is a crime fiction writer who resides in Florida, although she is originally from California. She is a member of numerous writers' organizations, including Fiction for All, Fiction Factor, and Writers etc. In addition to writing, she enjoys spending time with her friends and family. She is an art enthusiast and loves to create gourd birdhouses, pebble art, and handmade soaps. Hiking, bicycling, fishing, and traveling are a few of her favorite pastimes. Be the first to be notified of new releases and promotions at http: //cmsutter.com.
Man In The Water
An attempted murder.
A missing spouse.
And an international conspiracy that could change the world.
Jack Green has always been skeptical of so-called facts. Though he's forced to confront the reality about his wife's recent cancer diagnosis, he puts his own needs aside to make the best of what may be their last vacation. But he's shocked to be rudely awoken in his stateroom, abducted by masked men and thrown off the cruise.
Plucked from the ocean's cold grip of death, he fears the worst when he learns his spouse has disappeared. But when he returns home to find his mother-in-law and son missing, his frantic search reveals a staggering secret he refuses to believe... until someone tries to kill him.
Can Jack uncover the conspiracy surrounding his family before the next attempt on his life succeeds?
Man In The Water is the chilling first book in A Jack and Stacey Green suspense series. If you like spine-tingling espionage, complex characters, and surprise twists and turns, then you'll love Jon Hill's action-packed tale.
Man In The Woods
A ghost from the past.
A parents' worst nightmare.
And a race against time through the heart of the wilderness.
Eight years after the events of Man In The Water, Jack takes Joseph on a camping trip for some much needed father/son time. But when he wakes up to find Joseph missing from their tent, everything he thinks he knows about the past is suddenly brought back into question.
As Stacey finds herself in the midst of a sinister plot back home, Jack faces the wilderness and a father's worst fear in book two of the Jack and Stacey Green thrillers.
Mandalay Hawk's Dilemma: The United States of Anthropocene
Mandalay Hawk's Dilemma: The United States of Anthropocene is a middle-grade novel for our troubled and overheated times. Set in 2030, the book is about a 13-year-old girl's effort to save the world from global warming.
The story unwinds in 2030 as The Biiiig Heat, the new global warming, is suffocating and swamping earth, causing death, destruction and mayhem like never before.
New York City is partially under water (permanently!), a flash forest fire has wiped out the Bronx Zoo, a hail storm kills dozens, hurricanes kill thousands, and it's broiling in winter, aka dumberbummersummer. The only choice is KRAAP - KIDS REVOLT AGAINST ADULT POWER. Adults screwed up, Mandalay Hawk and her pals have to fix the problem.
There's a march on Washington unlike any other. There's cat and mouse with hundreds of armed soldiers. And then there's rapping in the Oval Office to a captive president. With five billion people watching, these kids aren't leaving until they get what they want.
It's a middle-grade novel for kids who care about the future.
Margaritas at The Beach House Hotel
An upscale hotel like The Beach House Hotel sometimes attracts surprise guests....
Ann and Rhonda continue overseeing their Beach House Hotel along the Gulf Coast of Florida and providing guests with a lovely experience of good eating, relaxation, and the privacy many of them require. When Vice President of the United States, Amelia Swanson, asks them for a favor, Ann and Rhonda agree without realizing it means protecting Amelia's sister from an abusive husband and a nosy public, including their nemesis, Brock Goodwin, who hopes to gain something from the knowledge. But once they've said yes, there's no going back.
Life continues at a busy pace with their families growing baby by baby. Nell, Vaughn's daughter, has a baby girl; Rhonda's daughter, Angela, has her second baby, a girl; and Liz, Ann's daughter, is desperately trying to get pregnant. With all the tension and activity taking place at home and at the hotel, Ann and Rhonda meet in the afternoon when they can for margaritas and private talk. Rhonda, especially, needs Ann's guidance in how to handle Katherine Smythe, Angela's mother-in-law, and one of the most irritating people they know.
After they have what Rhonda calls a "near-death experience," they come to realize how lucky they are. And when another wedding takes place at the hotel due to what Rhonda believes is her matchmaking skills, they celebrate life and margaritas at The Beach House Hotel in a whole different way.
This is a light-hearted, fun beach read with characters readers love. Be sure and read all the other books in this series: Breakfast at The Beach House Hotel, Lunch at The Beach House Hotel, Dinner at The Beach House Hotel, Christmas at The Beach House Hotel, and the upcoming Dessert at The Beach House Hotel.
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Marked for Revenge: An Art Heist Thriller
An adrenaline-fueled adventure set in the Netherlands, Croatia, Italy, and Turkey about stolen art, the mafia, and a father's vengeance.
When researcher Zelda Richardson begins working at a local museum, she doesn't expect to get entangled with an art theft, knocked unconscious by a forger, threatened by the mob, or stalked by drug dealers.
To make matters worse, a Croatian gangster is convinced Zelda knows where a cache of recently pilfered paintings is. She must track down an international gang of art thieves and recover the stolen artwork in order to save those she loves most.
The trouble is, Zelda doesn't know where to look. Teaming up with art detective Vincent de Graaf may be her only hope at salvation. The trail of clues leads Zelda and Vincent on a pulse-pounding race across Europe to a dramatic showdown in Turkey that may cost them their lives.
The novels in the Zelda Richardson Mystery Series are stand-alone stories that can be read in any order.
About the Author
Alderson, Jennifer S.: - Jennifer S. Alderson was born in San Francisco, raised in Seattle, and currently lives in Amsterdam. After traveling extensively around Asia, Oceania, and Central America, she moved to Darwin, Australia, before finally settling in the Netherlands. Jennifer's love of travel, art, and culture inspires her award-winning, internationally oriented mystery series-the Zelda Richardson Mystery Series-and standalone stories. Her background in journalism, multimedia development, and art history enriches her novels. When not writing, she can be found in a museum, biking around Amsterdam, or enjoying a coffee along the canal while planning her next research trip.
Marred: Kyle and Violet
“This book was amazing…This story showed that through all the pain, guilt, and mistakes people could grow and become what they never thought possible. This entire series has been heartwarming with hints of romance, pain, and family.” —Boundless Book Reviews
A playboy with a painful past finds help he never expected to need, in the most unlikely of places, in this standalone, opposites-attract romance from USA Today bestseller Tess Thompson.
Real estate developer Kyle Hicks only has time for three things: his latest project, his very best friends, and his next no-strings-attached tryst. Struggling single mother Violet Ellis is just as busy. Between her son, her failing business, and her historical preservation work, there’s never any time to catch her breath.
While Kyle’s bringing progress to Cliffside Bay, Violet’s fighting to protect the small town’s increasingly rare charm. But for once they’ll find themselves on the very same team when a brand new project that neither of them anticipated arrives.
As this unlikely pair quickly learns, working together will require trust and respect. And there just might be something else simmering under the surface of their once-acrimonious relationship—something special that both of these former rivals are willing to fight for.
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Author Bio:
Tess Thompson is the USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author of contemporary and historical Romantic Women’s Fiction with nearly 40 published titles. When asked to describe her books, she could never figure out what to say that would perfectly sum them up until she landed on, Hometowns and Heartstrings.
Book Excerpt:
Chapter 1: Kyle
Kyle Hicks hadn’t had an episode for two years. Until now. He stood under the shower with the water as hot as he could stand it and scoured his body with a rough kitchen sponge. Steam as thick as morning fog obscured his vision. His skin stung. He would not stop. Not until the stench was gone.
The child outside of the food bank with the ravenous eyes. That’s what did it. The memories like a riptide snatched him from the present and swallowed him whole. Sucked him into the vortex of memory. He couldn’t fight them off. They just kept coming.
Pig. Pig stinks.
The taunts and jeers of his childhood rose around him, ghostlike in the steam.
Please, just leave me alone.
Recollections of fists and steel-toed boots blotted out the past twelve years with an invading darkness like black ink spilled on his expensive stationary. The memories devoured his accomplishments. They crushed his friendships. The stunning properties he’d created tumbled under their weight.
He crossed over to that other time when he was a scrawny, hungry, shell of a boy. The bullying and poverty and shame. The stench of it all.
The children called him Pig.
The telephone rang from the other room. A lifeline to the present.
I am Kyle Hicks. I helped build this resort. I’m a partial owner. I am no longer afraid. No one can hurt me.
He tore out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Steam followed him as he stumbled to the phone. “This is Kyle Hicks.” His voice was normal. I am the boss.
“Yes, sir, Mr. Hicks. This is Robert from the front desk. There’s a lady in the lobby asking for you.”
“Does this lady have a name?”
“No, sir. I mean, yes, I’m sure she does, but she wouldn’t give it to me. She has a baby with her. She says it’s your baby.”
“My baby?”
“That’s what she said.”
“I’m sorry? Could you repeat that one more time?”
“Yes, sir. She said you’re the father of the baby. She wants you to come downstairs, so she can give it to you.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“Please hurry, sir. She’s creating quite a scene.”
“The woman?”
“No, the baby.”
He knew what this was—one of the Dogs playing a trick on him. Of his four best friends, which of them would do this? Probably Lance. He had a wicked sense of humor and had recently been chiding him for his lack of support regarding Zane and Honor’s adoption of a six-year-old orphan named Jubie. This was the type of joke Lance would find hilarious. A joke wrapped up in a morality lesson.
He would have his revenge. This was not funny. They should know better than to mess with him in front of the staff. But still, he had to give it to them. This was good. They knew he was not a family man. If they knew why, they would have more sympathy. But he would never tell his secrets. Not even to the Dogs.
He went to the window, breathing deeply, purging the darkness. The child outside of the food bank had looked like him. That’s all this was. It had been years since he’d had an episode. He examined his arms. They were pink but not bleeding. He was fine.
His reflection in the window stared back at him. His muscular frame, expensive haircut, and capped teeth told the story of the new Kyle. When he dressed it would be in the finest clothes money could buy.
Outside the windows, rain fell in dogged stripes. This October was particularly dreary, even in quaint Cliffside Bay. That’s right. He lived here. The Dogs were his family. He had everything. Wealth, cars, land. Most of all, friends. The Dogs had his back. He didn’t have to be afraid ever again.
Minutes later, he exited the elevator into the lobby. The sound of a screaming infant reverberated against the marble floors and cathedral ceiling. Even the crystal chandelier seemed to shake. Kyle looked in the direction of the racket. A young woman with a stroller stood by the glass windows. He quickened his pace. His staff shot him worried glances as he passed by the desk. Several patrons wrinkled their foreheads in irritation, clearly annoyed their peaceful afternoons sipping cucumber water had been interrupted by reality.
The Dogs had gone to a lot of trouble. How had they convinced a woman and a baby to go along with the act? This was the work of Zane and Lance. Jackson and Brody were too mature to think of something like this. Plus, as the town doctor, Jackson had sick people to care for. Brody was currently halfway through the football season. The highest paid quarterback in the AFL did not have time for pranks.
Having arrived at the source of the racket, he peered into the stroller. He took inventory: pink blanket, and a baby no bigger than the span of his two hands. A girl baby, probably a week or two old. He vaguely recalled holding his baby sister when she first arrived. This baby clenched her fists and kicked at her blanket, her complexion a disconcerting shade of purple. Perhaps she was hungry? Or needed a diaper change? He had no idea. Kyle knew nothing of babies.
He did, however, know about angry females, and this was one of them, albeit a tiny one. He looked away from the baby to study her companion. Dingy blond hair in need of washing hung in her eyes. Her right tennis shoe had a hole near the big toe area, and her leggings were thin from wear. She smelled of grease and the inside of city bus. Who was she? No one he knew. He never forgot a face or a name. Real Estate development was about people. The secret to people was to be generally interested in them. He could tell you a person’s life story after one afternoon of golf.
“May I help you?” he asked.
“You can say that again.” She glared at him with hostility mixed with triumph. Her features were flat and her complexion gray, like a rock honed by years of rushing water. She reached into the stroller and picked up the baby, who immediately stopped the terrible howling. Why hadn’t she done this earlier? This was a mystery he couldn’t explore now because the woman’s next words eviscerated all coherent thought. “This is Mollie Blue Hicks. Your baby. I have the paperwork to prove it.”
The gazes of every person in the lobby bored a hole into the back of his head. “Perhaps we could talk in the office?”
“Whatever.” She thrust the baby toward him. “Take her.”
He couldn’t think of what else to do but accept the parcel. Kyle Hicks took Mollie Blue into his arms, cradling her close to his chest, then indicated for the sullen young woman to follow him with a nod toward the office. The manager was out this afternoon, so it would be free.
Zane and Lance were going to pay for this.
He shut the door of the office with his foot. Still holding the surprisingly warm baby in his arms, he asked the woman if she’d like to sit.
She plopped into a chair and rolled her eyes like she was disgusted by his suggestion that she sit.
“Good joke. How did the Dogs convince you to go along with it?” Man, this girl could act. Contempt practically dripped from her.
“Who are the Dogs?” she asked.
“My best friends. Apparently, they think they’re comedians.”
“I’ll cut to the chase. My name’s Paulina Shore. Do you remember Katy Theisen? You had a one-night stand with her about nine months ago.”
Any moisture in his mouth evaporated. “Sure, yeah. I mean, of course I remember her.” Katy Theisen was a bartender in the town up north where he had spent several months working on a shopping mall deal. About nine months ago.
“Katy was my best friend. She died last week from complications of childbirth.” For the first time, Pauline’s expression wavered from livid to that of extreme sadness. Her body seemed to sag under the weight of grief as she sank into the armchair.
“Died? From childbirth?” Kyle perched on the edge of his desk. Mollie Blue shuddered.
“Yep. That’s what happens when you’re poor.”
“In America?” He knew poverty. It ran through his veins, like the blood of his family, unseen but there, waiting to remind him of the past he’d escaped from. Generations of poverty was his family legacy. Still, no one he knew had ever died from having a baby.
“Impoverished women are more likely to die in childbirth. It’s on the rise in rural areas. Look it up. I did when Katy died.”
He gazed at the baby in his arms. She’d fallen asleep. She’s sweet when she’s not howling. “I’m sorry to hear about Katy, but this isn’t my baby.”
“Katy wasn’t the type to sleep around. She knew Mollie was yours. Broken condom, dude.” She reached into the stroller and pulled out an envelope. “It’s all in here. The DNA test proves it.”
“But how?” How would she have had his DNA?
Pauline answered his silent question with a roll of her eyes. “Think about it. Stained sheets.”
“Don’t you need permission for that kind of thing?” he asked.
“Not when they sell DNA tests at Walmart.”
“Jesus, they do?”
“A guy like you should probably buy them in bulk,” she said. “Or maybe double up on condoms.”
The broken condom. He was always careful. Condoms were his friend. Until, like the night with Katy, one of the damn things broke. Water. He needed a glass of water.
A DNA test was undeniable.
This was his baby. His daughter.
He put Mollie back into the stroller. His arms felt light without her.
Paulina crossed her arms over her chest. “Don’t you dare judge Katy. You’re the one who couldn’t keep it in your pants.”
He flinched. “I wasn’t. I’m just in shock here. You could give me a chance to catch up.”
“Sorry.”
“What happened—I mean during the birth?”
“An infection they should’ve caught.” Paulina’s voice wavered again. “Look, it’s obvious you’re rich, so there’s no reason you can’t take care of your kid unless you’re a jerk. If that’s the case, then I suggest we put her into the system, so a nice couple can have her.” She scowled and blew her dirty bangs out of her eyes. “But I know Katy, and she would’ve preferred you take her. There’s nothing like flesh and blood.”
He laced his hands together behind his back. Sweat rolled down his spinal column. What was he supposed to do with a daughter? He could barely take care of himself. Should he give her up? Let someone else raise her? Surely anyone in the world would be better than him. He wasn’t father material. All anyone had to do was look at his past to see that truth.
He sucked in a deep breath. The air thinned like he’d reached a mountain peak. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, breathing hard.
An image of his mother pierced his consciousness. Skinny with those dull eyes, she stood by the front door with the tattered blue suitcase in her hand. I’m leaving. You look after your brother and sister.
His heart pounded harder. He staggered over to the desk and perched on the edge. The room tilted. Black dots danced before his eyes. His recently scrubbed skin burned. I can’t do it. Not this. Anything but this.
The day his mother left roared to life and played out in front of him.
Where are you going? Are you coming back?
He ran after her. The trailer door slammed behind him. Rain dumped from a stormy Oregon sky. Wait. Don’t go. Please, Mama. She pulled the hood of her faded raincoat over her head. A man stood waiting by the car. He grabbed her suitcase and tossed it into the back seat. Kyle slipped in the mud and fell. By the time he rose to his feet, they were gone, tire tracks on the muddy driveway their only legacy.
Now, he rubbed his eyes and looked over at Paulina. “I have money, but nothing else to offer her.” I’m a single, selfish womanizer with secret panic attacks.
“That’s better than most.”
Was it? Money would hire staff to help raise her. Yet, a daughter needed an emotionally healthy father, one who knew how to give and receive love. Not him. Anyone but him.
“I’m sorry about Katy. Truly. She was a sweet girl.”
“She was.” Paulina picked at the skin around a fingernail. Her nails were short—not trimmed neatly with clippers, but ragged and uneven, like those of a nail biter.
“Does Katy have any family?” he asked.
“No one. And I can’t keep her if that’s what you want to know.”
He didn’t say anything. No one would expect her to. She was young and probably broke. A baby was the last thing she needed, especially one that wasn’t hers.
“It hurts too much to look at her,” she said as if he’d asked a follow up question.
“Why?”
“Katy was my best friend. I thought this baby would ruin her life. I had no idea how right I was. I’ll just leave it at that.”
I can’t be like my mother. I must do the right thing. This is my child.
Kyle crossed back to the stroller and stared down at the sleeping infant. She was so small and helpless. He was her only family. It had to be him. He picked her up and cradled her close, catching a whiff of her head. “Her head smells good.”
“Yeah.”
With the baby in his arms, he went around the desk to sit in the chair before his legs collapsed under him.
“I know Katy wasn’t the type to go home with some loser she met at the bar,” he said.
“But she did.”
“I was having a rough night. She took pity on me.” He stroked the peach fuzz on Mollie’s head. Should she be wearing a hat? He touched the tips of her ears. They were cold. Should they be?
“That sounds like her.”
“It wasn’t my finest hour,” he said.
Paulina stood. “I’d love to stay for a gabfest, but I’ve got to go. There’s some formula and a few diapers in the stroller. You’ll need more. Get ready for some sticker shock.” This last part was muttered under her breath.
“I don’t know anything about how to take care of a baby.”
“There’s this thing called the internet,” she said.
Mollie squirmed in his arms and opened her eyes and looked directly into his. A strange feeling spread through his stomach, like warm soup sliding down the back of his throat and into his stomach on a cold day. He gritted his teeth, almost willing himself to remain distant. Mollie was having none of that. She pursed her mouth and blew a bubble before closing her eyes again.
At the door, Paulina turned back to him. “Good luck.”
“Wait, before you leave. Why didn’t she have an abortion?” Paulina shrugged. “She wasn’t the type—not a brain in her head when it came to that stuff. She thought it was meant to be—that God wanted her to have this baby. I guess she was wrong.”
“One more thing.” He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out several hundred dollars from a money clip. “Take this.”
Her eyebrows lifted. She stared at him like a feral animal, evaluating whether he wanted something in exchange.
“Please, take it,” he said. “Diapers and formula and everything probably set you back.”
“It did.” She took the money from the desk. “Katy said you were a good guy. Sad but nice. You’ll do fine with Mollie.” With that, Paulina disappeared.
***
Dazed, Kyle pushed the stroller out of the elevator and into the hallway, then used his keycard to enter the penthouse suite. Mollie woke with a whimper that within seconds turned into a howl. Hunger perhaps? Or a wet diaper? He recalled these ailments from movies. There might be a bottle of formula somewhere in the contraption, which now that he took a closer look, seemed like it had been rescued from the town dump. A stroller shouldn’t have rusted parts. He didn’t know much, but that seemed obvious.
What was the plan? Should he call one of his staff to come up and help him? Surely one of them would know what to do to make the baby stop crying. But no, he had to do this himself. If he let one of the staff see him this out of control, they’d lose all respect for him. He’d have to reason through this without help. The most important thing was to stop this poor mite from hurting herself with all this shrieking and flailing of limbs. He rolled the stroller inside and closed the door.
Seriously, how can something this little make such a commotion?
He lifted the squirming, screaming baby into his arms. She arched her back and kicked her arms and legs with surprising ferocity. The blanket fell to the floor. She wore an outfit that looked like a t-shirt with buttons. What was that heinous scent? The offensive odor came from the red-faced Mollie’s bottom. He almost gagged.
No question. First things first. He would change her diaper. Sure, no problem. He bought and developed real estate up and down the state of California. He could surely change one diaper.
He held her at arm’s length and made a shushing sound. She howled even louder. Great, he’d made her angrier. He carried her over to the sofa. Should he place her on there or would she fall off? What, with all the kicking and fussing, she might launch herself onto the floor.
The rug was safer. When he had her settled there, he sprinted back to the stroller. A bag hung from the back. He hadn’t noticed that until now. A diaper bag? Has to be. He unzipped it and found diapers and, hallelujah, a full bottle of what must be formula. There was also a box of cleaning wipes. No doubt these were for wiping the offensive bottom. Sweating, he brought all three items back to the baby.
You can do this. The little bug can’t sit around in a dirty diaper.
His hands shook as he unbuttoned the romper. Romper? Where had that word come from? He had no idea what a romper was, let alone if this was one. Whatever it was called, the outfit was cute, with little ducks scattered across the soft material. Mollie’s legs parted like they were attached to springs. Three snaps were in the center of the crotch area. Crotch area? Was that what it was called when referring to a baby? That didn’t seem right, especially for a baby girl. Never mind that. I must focus on the task.
He tugged at the snaps. Voilà. They loosened with no problem. This was genius, now that he looked at it more carefully. One could change the diaper without taking the entire outfit…or romper…off the baby. He lifted it up and over the diaper, despite her flaying limbs, then gasped. There was a horrific stump where her belly button should be. Pink and painful looking and covered with dried blood, it stared up at him like the head of a snake. “Does it hurt Mollie Blue?”
She kicked her legs in response.
He’d take that as a no.
Next, he lifted the sticky flaps that held the diaper on the baby. The smell was bad. He held his breath as he lifted her legs to slide the diaper from her puckered bottom. That’s when he saw it. A gooey substance the color of burned butternut squash soup stuck to every crevice of the little one’s private area.
The wipes? Surely this is what they were for. They’d better be superpowered if he was going to coax the goo from this bottom. Breathe through my mouth. He went in, holding her legs in one hand and swiping with the other. This was totally fine. He could do this.
A few swipes later, she looked clean. Should he use one more to make sure? Yes, he would. He’d heard of diaper rash. Given that goo, it would make sense that a rash could develop if not cleaned properly.
He reached behind him for another wipe. When he returned, a yellow puddle had stained the brand-new rug of his brand-new penthouse suite. He cursed under his breath and reached frantically for another diaper. His hands shook so badly and were so slick with sweat that it took several attempts to open the stupid plastic potential rug-saver. By the time he’d accomplished that task, Mollie was done urinating all over his rug. For heaven’s sake, what now?
But wait? What was this? Silence. She’d stopped howling. It must feel better to have the disgusting diaper away from her skin. And, taking a leak when one really had to go was always a happy relief.
He lifted her from the soaked area of the carpet to a fresh spot. This time he put the unfolded diaper under her bottom before he wiped her. “I’m a quick learner. Always put a diaper under you before turning away. And you’re much more pleasant when you’re not screaming.”
How many of these wipes would a parent use in one day? He’d already used a dozen. Sticker shock indeed.
Assured he had her nice and clean now, he fastened the diaper. Was that right? It looked a little crooked. One side had more of a gap—from which nasty fluids could leak. He repositioned the diaper and fastened it tighter and straighter. That should do it.
She whimpered. Was she cold? Maybe she needed a romper with legs. Was there such a thing? Never mind, he would feed her the bottle first. Then, he would call for backup.
He grabbed the bottle and settled with her on the couch. The moment he placed the bottle in her mouth, Mollie sucked with ravenous intent. Was there anything in her face that looked like him? She was a particularly pretty baby with dimples on either side of her mouth and ears close to her head. Not his ears, thankfully. He’d had ears that stuck out when he was a kid. Finally, around fifteen, his ugly mug grew into them.
Katy Theisen. He knew at the time it was wrong to sleep with her. She was an innocent, sweet and guileless. No match for his wicked charm. He knew it then and he knew it now. Like the broken condom, she was out of his normal mode of operation. His women, and yes, there were a lot of them, were female versions of himself. Sex was a game of fun. Physical connection only. No emotional intimacy allowed behind closed doors or anywhere else. Occasionally he made a mistake and misread a woman’s capacity for casual sex. Those were the times he got himself into trouble.
But that wasn’t the situation with Katy. It was the damn anniversary of the car accident that had made him vulnerable.
The day came around once a year, like a dark holiday. He anticipated the date for weeks beforehand, dreading his inevitable collapse into despair. Over thirteen years had passed since that day, but the memories were as easily refreshed as a drink in Zane’s bar. That night, nine months ago, they’d been brisk and relentless. To escape them, he’d taken a long run. Not even exercise or loud country music through his headphones could chase them from his mind. After his run, instead of collapsing into bed like he usually did after a day of work and punishing exercise, he got into the shower and scrubbed his skin raw. No relief. Without a plan other than to find a numbing mechanism, he wandered out of the hotel and into a little rundown, depressing bar that matched his mood and his memories.
Katy had been behind the bar. He hadn’t noticed her, too troubled to engage in his usual flirtatious antics with any attractive woman within the vicinity. She’d poured him a tumbler of the best scotch she had. After a few drinks, she’d started asking him questions. What was he doing in town? Why was he out alone? He’d started answering. Somehow, he couldn’t say precisely how, Katy had gotten him to talk about his sister. With lovely blue eyes and a sympathetic mouth and a way of cocking her head to the side when she listened, she dragged the past out of him like a magician pulled a never-ending scarf from his sleeve. Each time she tugged, a new aspect of the story slipped out of him.
He’d told her the whole sordid tale. That had surprised him most of all. Not even the Dogs knew the story of the one event that molded every single aspect of his adult personality. No one in his current life even knew he had siblings.
No one knew the story of Pig and the Miller Brothers either. He’d never shared it with another human being after he drove away from the little Oregon town where it had all unfolded. Until Katy. He cringed now, remembering how he’d cried. Too many drinks and a sympathetic woman had unhinged him. And guilt. Don’t forget guilt.
Katy had reminded him of Sheri from back home. Sheri Swanson with her kind heart and beautiful face. Gone too soon. That had been the title of the newspaper article when she’d died at fifteen. If he’d written the article he would have described her kindness, her utter intolerance to cruelty of any kind. Even to Pig. She’d been the only one who had been kind to him. Everyone hated Pig. They tortured him and taunted him. Not Sheri.
Katy didn’t know that Kyle. She had seen him as he was now—muscular, charming, rich. She’d seen him around town, she’d said. There’s something about a man in a suit.
They’d had sex. No doubt about that. Even as drunk as he’d been, he remembered her little apartment and the water stain on the ceiling above her bed. She’d told him this wasn’t the type of thing she did—bringing home a man she didn’t know. He would have liked to have said the same, but he didn’t lie to women. Yes, he slept with a lot of them, but he never lied, and he never promised anything he couldn’t deliver.
The sex had been sweet. Shy and inexperienced, she’d evoked a strangely protective feeling in him. When he realized the condom had broken, he’d hoped like hell she was on the pill. She fell asleep afterward, curled up like a child. He’d slipped out, hungover and ashamed. He’d taken advantage of a nice girl who was way too young for him and way too accommodating.
What the hell was he going to do now? He needed one of the women in his circle to come over and help him figure out what to do. Three of the Dogs were in steady relationships with women. His first thought was Brody’s wife, Kara. She was a nurse. No question she’d know what to do with a baby. That said, he wasn’t sure how he felt about sharing all this with her just yet. He didn’t know her well and she would probably be horrified that he had a baby from a one-night stand. It couldn’t be Maggie, Jackson’s wife, even though she was more compassionate than anyone in the world. She was on her way home from the city after an interview on a local television station. That left Zane’s fiancée, Honor. She was clearly the best choice. He needed someone who could help him sort out what to do and no one could figure a way out of a pickle better than Honor. Plus, she wouldn’t judge him. Or would she? It didn’t matter, really, because eventually he was going to have to tell everyone that instant fatherhood had been thrust upon him.
How did one use the phone while feeding a baby? He was stuck on the couch with baby pee soaking deeper into the carpet. There was nothing to do but let her finish and then he’d call Honor. No, first he’d call someone to clean up the pee and get rid of that heinous smelling diaper.
When Mollie Blue was done, she stared up at him with glazed blue eyes. Was he supposed to burp her? How was that done exactly? He’d seen women do it before. He lifted the baby up to his shoulder and patted her back. Not long after the fourth tap, a large burp erupted from her tiny body. Afterward, she snuggled into his shoulder and stopped squirming. She’d fallen asleep. Thank the good lord. He breathed in the scent of her head and closed his eyes. He’d never smelled anything better in his entire life.
Smells. The bane of his existence.
Pig. The taunts of his childhood echoed through his mind.
Take care of Mollie. Don’t think of the past. Not now.
He gingerly positioned her back in the stroller, figuring that was the closest thing he had to a crib. His hands shook when he punched in Honor’s number. She answered on the second ring.
“Hey dummy. What’s up?”
“I have a little situation.”
“What you’d do, get someone pregnant?”
His mouth dropped open.
“Kyle? Are you there?”
“Yes. I’m here. I need you to come over to the resort. I’m staying in the penthouse this week.” He cleared his throat. “It’s urgent.”
“Are you all right?”
“I’ll explain when you get here.”
“I’m at Brody’s finishing up some work, but I can be there in ten minutes.” Honor was Brody’s manager and often worked from the office at his home. Brody was away in San Francisco for the football season and only came home occasionally.
After they hung up, he moved over to the bank of windows that looked out to the small town of Cliffside Bay. By design, the top floor of his resort looked out to the ocean. Today it reflected the ash-colored sky. Fall had come suddenly at the end of September. Now, just days into October, shades of gray replaced nuanced hues of blue. The landscape here reminded him of an independent woman. An expensive view was of no consequence to her. She approached and retreated as she wished, regardless of where you ranked in the human order of things. Rich or poor, young or old—no title or status were of any use to her. If she wanted to hide beneath a sheath of fog, she would. If she wanted to drown you in the powerful forces of her riptides, there was nothing to be done but succumb.
The main street of town was quiet today. Tourist season ended after Labor Day, leaving the sleepy town to doze. His new resort had opened several weeks ago. So far, the weekends were full, but during the week most rooms remained vacant. He wasn’t worried. The winter would be sluggish, but by spring every room would be booked. For the first time in the history of Cliffside Bay, there would be a place for tourists to stay. Someday he would build a house on the piece of property outside of town that he shared with Jackson. For now, he’d been content to make hotels or his friends’ homes his home. No need to commit to one place given his travel schedule. Up until now, that is. A baby changed everything.
What was he supposed to do with Mollie? He had multiple projects going, including a new shopping mall in a suburb up north. His calendar was packed with travel and meetings. A baby. He wasn’t a family guy. Nothing about him, neither his past nor his present, would give him a chance in hell of being a good father.
A knock on the door startled him. It was one of the housekeepers to clean the soiled rug. After he pointed it out, she dropped to the floor with a spray and a rag without comment. The staff knew better than to ask what in the name of God a baby was doing in his room. The boss was the boss.
No sooner had the maid left than Honor arrived. He put his finger to his lips before he allowed her inside the room. “I have a little situation.”
“So you said. What’s up?”
He gestured toward the stroller. “This.”
Her eyes widened as she covered her mouth with her hands. “What the what?” she asked through her fingers.
As quickly as he could, he told her of Mollie’s arrival. Then, he handed her the DNA test and the birth certificate. “So, there’s no question she’s mine.”
“Holy crap, this is a situation. A major situation.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
She placed her hands together under her chin. “Tell me what you’ve done so far.”
“I changed her diaper and fed her. By the way, no one should have to see what I just saw. She sucked down the only bottle of formula and I don’t know what to feed her if she wakes up.”
“Formula. You have to get more formula.”
“Okay. Where does one get that?”
“The store will have it. It comes in a powder. You just mix it up with water.”
“How do you know that?”
“Everyone knows that.”
“I most definitely do not know that,” he said.
“It’s fine. That’s not the problem here.”
“No kidding.”
“How did this happen?” she asked.
“The condom broke.”
“Oh, Kyle. This is bad. Very bad.”
“I know.” He covered his face with his hands and sank onto the couch. “Jesus, what am I going to do?”
Honor sat across from him on the coffee table and placed her hands in the long strands of her blond hair. He’d never known what the term intelligent eyes had meant until he met Honor. “We need a plan.”
“Yes, a plan. A plan’s always good,” he said.
“First things first. We’ll send one of your staff out for supplies to get us through the next few days, but bottom line—you have to hire a nanny.”
“A nanny. Right. And where do we find one of those?” Not the same place as the formula. He knew that much.
“We’ll ask Nora to help us.”
“Great idea,” he said. Nora ran a small placement agency out of her home. She had the resumes of most residents of Cliffside Bay in her database. In fact, she’d helped his manager staff the entire resort. “Yes, Nora will know someone.”
“Until then, we need to get Violet over here,” Honor said.
“Violet Ellis?” His mouth twisted like it did when he bit into grapefruit. “I hate that woman.”
“I know. However, you’re going to have to put that aside for now. She’s the only one who knows how to take care of a baby.”
Violet Ellis was his arch enemy. With her chocolate brown eyes and silky caramel skin and her rock-hard yoga body, she looked like an angel. However, she worked like the devil to make his life miserable, including picketing the building of this very resort during its construction. He hated to admit it, but Honor was right. Violet would know how to take care of a baby because she was a single mother to three-year-old Dakota.
“She’s not going to help me. Violet despises me.” Just saying her name made him want to spit.
“She won’t be able to say no to a baby.” Honor moved to the stroller and peered down at Mollie. “What a doll.” The tremor in Honor’s voice betrayed her. A full hysterectomy at eighteen meant she would never have a baby of her own. Although she and Zane had adopted six-year-old Jubie, he suspected she wanted a baby of her own. Shame and self-hatred coursed through him. Why should he get a baby when poor Honor and Zane pined for one? I suck. Pig.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Honor said, looking over at him. “Don’t feel bad. I’ve accepted that I can’t have one of my own. We’ll figure out a way to have a baby. You don’t have to apologize for having one.”
“But I don’t deserve her and we both know I’m not qualified to take care of her.”
“Do you want to put her up for adoption?”
A tunnel of blackness blighted his vision. Images floated through the tunnel of his own lonely childhood. His father passed out on the couch with his arm slung over his eyes. The red dress his mother wore the day she left them. His sister’s mangled body on the highway. “I can’t. I won’t. I’m keeping her. When I look at her I get this feeling in my stomach.”
“It feels like nothing you’ve ever felt before, right?” Honor asked.
“Something warm and soothing but that stings at the same time.”
“That’s parental love. I felt it with Jubie right away, even though she was six when she came to us. Once you feel that, it’s all over.”
“I had such a bad childhood.” He paused, swallowing the tremor that had crept into his voice. “What if I can’t do this?”
“You can do it,” Honor said. “It’ll be the hardest and easiest thing you’ve ever done. Trust me.”
He sighed, resigned to his fate. Violet Ellis would have to come to his temporary home and help him with his very permanent daughter. “Call Violet.”
“I’ll call Violet.”
“Just until Nora can find someone else,” he said.
“It’s good timing, actually. Violet’s parents are coming back from South America and want their house back. She doesn’t have a new place, so she’d planned to stay with Kara and Brody. She could stay here with you instead.”
“Why can’t she stay with her parents until she finds a house?”
“Her dad didn’t know she and Dakota were living there.
Apparently, he doesn’t approve of her having a baby out of wedlock.”
“Does he think it’s 1952?”
“I guess so.” She dismissed the topic with a jerk of her hand. “Anyway, she’ll have to bring Dakota with her.”
“That’s fine.”
“I’ll make the call.”
Chapter 2: Violet
Violet Ellis’s Blouse stuck to her hot, damp skin. She couldn’t find her car keys. Her son’s church preschool closed in exactly four minutes. The teachers chastised parents if they were even thirty seconds late. For Christians, they were not especially forgiving of human failures. Last time she was late, the elderly Mrs. Knight had shaken her knobby finger right in Violet’s face and given a terse lecture about teaching children responsibility through one’s own example.
She never used to be late for anything. Her life used to be in perfect order: five minutes early to appointments, bills paid on time, house neat and orderly, clothes folded into perfect squares. She was a yoga teacher, for heaven’s sake. Sweating on a cool autumn day while madly searching for lost keys did not suit her. But the past few months of failure and humiliation had ripped through the fabric of her very existence. Her calm demeanor had eroded into a hot mess.
She yanked open drawers. This was an exercise in futility if there ever was one. The keys couldn’t have magically jumped into one of them. Even in her current state of dishevelment, she wouldn’t put keys into a drawer in which they didn’t belong. Then, where were they? She dumped the contents of her purse onto the counter. A pack of gum, hairbrush, cell phone, wallet, hair tie, and lipstick tumbled onto the bare counter. Nothing unusual, other than the fact her keys were not in there.
Fighting tears of frustration, she circled the kitchen. A shiny object glistened on the windowsill by the breakfast nook. The keys. How in the name of God had they gotten there? There were no pets to blame and Dakota had been at preschool all morning. She grabbed the keys and ran out the door. Exactly two minutes to get down the hill and to the church by five o’clock. It was a physical impossibility.
Violet’s hands dampened the steering wheel as she turned out of her parents’ driveway and onto the narrow road that headed down the hill. A drop of sweat dribbled between her breasts. She hated this quality about herself—this apologetic and nervous attitude when confronted with authority figures. Who cared if cranky Mrs. Knight was annoyed at her? Violet certainly did enough volunteer work for the preschool and the church to be given a late pass occasionally.
This character flaw explained every single bad decision she’d ever made. When given a choice, she always succumbed to authority. Her father’s hypercritical parenting had made her desperate to please. Not that it mattered. Whatever she did wasn’t good enough for him.
The parking lot of the church was empty. Fantastic, that meant she was the only late parent. How were the other mothers so perfect?
A drizzle dampened her overheated face as she sprinted into the building. Mrs. Knight and Dakota sat outside the classroom on the naughty bench. The children were sent there to think about how to make better choices. Violet thought that was such a stupid expression. Choices. They were preschoolers, not taxpaying adults.
“Hi, Mama.” Dakota grinned and scooted from the bench to run toward her. “I’m in trouble because you’re late.”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Knight. I couldn’t find my keys,” Violet said.
Dakota wrapped his arms around her legs and looked up at her.
“Wasn’t that the excuse last week?” Mrs. Knight folded her arms over her abundant chest and pinched her eyelids into narrow slits. Shame. Well played, Mrs. Knight. She would not cry in front of this mean woman. No one could be expected to remain strong under the disappointing gaze of Mrs. Knight, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t fake it until she got out to the car.
“I’m sorry,” Violet said again. “Between closing my shop and moving, I’ve been scattered.”
“Miss Ellis, life will always present challenges. The important thing is to rise to said challenges.”
“Yes, I know. I’m trying.” Violet inwardly cringed at the conciliatory tone of her voice. Allowing this battle-axe to bully her over being a few minutes late was silly. She was so tired. Her defense mechanisms had evaporated under the pressure of the last few weeks. She bit the inside of her lip, trying not to cry.
Dakota, however, didn’t crumble under the hot beams of Mrs. Knights eyes. His protective instincts seemed to kick in when he heard the tremble in his mother’s voice. He crossed his arms over his chest in a perfect mimic of his teacher. “Mama said sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t always enough,” Mrs. Knight said.
“You say sorry to Mama now,” Dakota said. “You were mean.”
“Young man, you will spend the first five minutes of tomorrow on this very bench,” Mrs. Knight said.
“I don’t care,” Dakota said.
Violet almost laughed despite the tears that stung her eyes. She must keep it together or he’d have ten minutes on the naughty bench before they were out of here. “Dakota, we should always be respectful to adults,” Violet said. “Please apologize to Mrs. Knight.”
He looked up at her like she’d just suggested they join the circus. “I won’t. Not until she says sorry to you.”
“Despite his above average intelligence, this is just the kind of rebellious behavior that will keep him from a good college,” Mrs. Knight said.
College? That was a stretch.
“I’ve seen it a hundred times. Brats in preschool turn to drugs and a life of crime.” Mrs. Knight stood, her impressive girth now only inches from them.
Violet stared at her new nemesis, so stunned she couldn’t think of what to say next.
“Tell me you’re sorry.” Mrs. Knight glowered down at Dakota.
He stepped closer to her and stared right back at her. “I will not.”
“Da-Dakota…” Violet stammered.
“That’s it. You’ll spend all day on this bench tomorrow.” Mrs. Knight’s face had turned the color of a cooked beet. Faint white whiskers on her upper lip glistened with perspiration.
“I don’t care,” Dakota said. “I hate it here anyway.”
“You do?” He did? She thought he loved school. When she picked him up, he smiled and bounced like a brightly colored beach ball.
Dakota stepped closer to his mother and took her hand. “Let’s go, Mama. I’ll cheer you up at home.”
“He apologizes to me or he cannot come back to school,” Mrs. Knight said. “This is what happens when a child doesn’t have a father. Born in sin becomes sin.”
“How dare you,” Violet said. “You don’t know anything about our life.”
“I know you have no husband and a very rude little boy,” Mrs. Knight said.
Dakota tugged on her hand. “Let’s go, Mama.”
“Let me tell you something, Mrs. Knight. I’m doing the best I can to raise a person who is kind and generous, like Jesus asks of us. You are not the kind of example I want for my son. He will not be back. Not tomorrow. Not ever. And you can bet your ass I’m going to tell anyone who will listen how utterly terrible you are with children. I’m not sure why someone like you would become a teacher in the first place.” Violet turned away and let her little son lead them down the hallway of the church basement and up the stairs to the main floor.
Rain fell harder now. She tilted her face to the sky and let the drops cool her overheated skin. Dakota continued to squeeze her hand. At the car, he climbed obediently into his car seat and raised his arms so she could buckle him in.
Once settled into the driver’s seat, she turned on her windshield wipers. This was the first earnest rain of the year and these wipers were no match for it. They barely scraped the water from the glass. Her old car might not make it through the winter. Two hundred thousand miles might be its limit. Old Zelda was as tired as she. The only difference was that Violet was twenty-eight and shouldn’t feel two hundred.
She pulled out of the church parking lot and onto the main street. “Mama, you said ass.”
“Dakota Ellis, that’s a bad word.”
She looked at him in the rearview mirror. He nodded, looking earnest and serious. “I know, Mama. That’s why you shouldn’t say it.”
“Okay, but you don’t say it just because I did. You could have just said that I said a bad word and not said the word itself.”
His big blue eyes blinked as he stared back at her. “Okay, Mama. I’m sorry.”
How complex her little guy was. He could quickly apologize to her but not that old battle-axe.
“Do you really hate school?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, you don’t have to go now.” How was she going to get a job if he had no preschool to go to?
She turned the wipers on high speed, which did nothing to influence their competency.
The plan was to live with Kara and Brody Mullen until she could find a place of her own. When you’re the best quarterback in the AFL, houses with several wings come with the territory. Fortunately for her, the Mullens were generous people. Thank God, she could use their home as a temporary residence. There were no places to rent in Cliffside Bay. Not that it mattered if there were any. She didn’t have a job. Plus, there was a mountain of debt from her small business loan. Landlords didn’t rush to rent to people like her.
They passed the empty building where her shop had been. Since she walked into a store back in Boston that sold items made from recyclable or refurbished material, she’d dreamt of opening one of her own. She’d felt sure it would be a hit in Cliffside Bay. She’d been wrong. A purse made from old tires or jewelry twisted from chicken wire—who wouldn’t love that? Apparently, most of the people who walked into her shop. Nothing to do now. It was over, done, finished. Inventory had been returned to vendors. The accounting books were closed. She was officially a failure.
She’d rented her side of the building from the owners of the town’s bookstore. The owners were retiring and had sold the bookstore business and the building to Lance Mullen, Brody’s younger brother. Fortunately, Lance had graciously let her out of her lease with no penalties. Soon, the walls between her shop and the bookstore would be torn down to make way for a bigger space. Lance planned to merge an old-fashioned soda fountain, coffee shop, and bookstore into one space. Mary Hansen, a former librarian, would run the bookstore portion of the business. Lance had offered Violet a job as a clerk when they were ready to open, but that was months away. She needed a job now.
A job for a person with no skills in a small town with few opportunities? It was a tall order. As she often did when thinking about how exactly her life had gone so epically into the dumpster, she blamed her father. If he’d allowed her to attend UC Berkeley instead of demanding she attend a conservative Christian college back east she might have a career in the environmental studies.
You go where I want, or I won’t pay. Off she went with her suitcase and her bible.
Violet was about to turn onto her street when the phone rang. It was Honor. She’d called every morning and afternoon for weeks to check up on her.
“Hey, Honor. I’m fine.”
“Hey girl. So, we have a little situation.”’
“A situation? Is Jubie okay?” Sometimes she asked for parenting advice. Like I know what I’m doing.
“Yeah, she’s great. It’s…Kyle.”
“Kyle? What does that have to do with me?” She despised Kyle Hicks. Loathed. Abhorred. He was nothing but a greedy planetimploder with no respect for the past or the future. His irresponsible resort had opened just as she closed her shop. If that wasn’t a sick irony, she didn’t know what was.
“Well, there’s a baby here. Kyle’s baby. We don’t know how to take care of her.”
“A baby?”
“He didn’t know about her until today. She was kind of left on the doorstep, so to speak.”
“Could the guy be any more of a cliché? What did he do, just get some girl pregnant and take off?”
“Not exactly like that. Yes, on the pregnant part. But he didn’t know she was pregnant. It was more of a one-night type of thing.”
Reckless, careless, immature Kyle Hicks.
“Where’s the baby’s mother?” Violet asked.
“She died from complications of childbirth.”
“That’s awful,” Violet said.
“The baby—Mollie Blue—she’s only a week old and there was only one bottle of formula and she already ate that and now we don’t know what to do. We need you.”
Mollie Blue. What a sweet name. A little girl. In Kyle Hicks’ hands? The poor child didn’t have a chance.
“I’ll come, but only for the baby. Make sure you tell Kyle that it’s not for him.”
“Trust me, he knows that already.”
“Where are you guys?” Violet asked, turning the car in the other direction.
“The penthouse suite at the resort,” Honor said.
“Of course he’s in the penthouse suite.” He disgusts me. “I’ll be right there, but I have Dakota with me.”
“Totally fine. And thanks. I realize he isn’t your first choice of someone to help.”
“He’s not even my last choice,” Violet said.
***
Violet hadn’t stepped inside of the Cliffside Bay Resort and Spa until today. She’d spent plenty of time on the outside while they were building this blight on the land. With a picket sign in her hand. Little good it did. Kyle Hicks just went right on with his plans to clear acres of trees and meadows. For what? To build a resort in what should have remained an isolated and pristine area of the world. His sole purpose was money.
She had to admit the lobby was beautiful. Breathtaking, even. The room seemed like something from the past, a more elegant and sophisticated time where women wore gowns to dinner and men still opened doors. White marble floors, a fountain, and a sweeping stairway that led to a glittering restaurant on the second floor reminded her of something out of The Great Gatsby. She half expected Daisy to come down the stairs with a long cigarette hanging from her mouth.
She instructed Dakota to hold onto her hand. “No running or shouting in here. You got it?”
“Yes, Mama.”
They crossed the lobby. As they passed the fountain, Dakota’s gait slowed. She knew he wanted to put his grubby fingers in the spray. This could not happen. There would not be a second accusation of poor mothering skills today. Once was quite enough.
“Dakota, no touching.”
“I know, Mama.”
She spotted the concierge desk near the glass doors that opened to a terrace. Was that Joan Adams at the desk? It was. What was she doing working for the enemy? Joan Adams had lived in Cliffside Bay all her life and had once worked at the feed store, which was currently being torn down to make way for Zane Shaw’s new brewery. Sadly, no one needed farm and garden supplies. Beer, however, was popular with both tourists and townspeople. Yet another business morphing their secret town into a tourist destination.
Mrs. Adams looked up from her computer screen. “Good afternoon, Miss Ellis. Welcome to Cliffside Bay Resort and Spa.” She slid a keycard across the shiny surface of the desk. “Mr. Hicks is expecting you. You’ll need the keycard to access the top floor.”
“How have you been, Mrs. Adams? I didn’t know you were working here.”
“Yes, Miss Ellis. I was one of the first employees. It’s a pleasure to serve you.” Mrs. Adams sounded like a polite robot. What had Kyle done to her?
“Why are you talking so weird?” Violet whispered.
She lowered her voice. “Our manager likes us to speak formally, even if we know the guests. Stellar customer service begins and ends with precision and attention to detail.”
“You used to sneak me a candy every time my dad took me to the feed store. Formality is a little ridiculous.”
“Please let me know if I can be of further assistance.” Mrs. Adams’ mouth stretched into a smile, but her eyes were pleading with Violet to let it go.
Letting go wasn’t Violet’s strongest attribute.
“How could you sell out like this?” Violet asked.
“Sell out?”
“This place is like the devil moving into town.”
“That’s a bit of an overstatement,” Mrs. Adams said.
“You’ve lived here all your life. How could you agree to work for a business that…that poor excuse for a man Kyle Hicks tore down the forest for?”
“Kyle Hicks is a wonderful man. Smart and fair.” She lowered her voice again. “And he’s quite handsome. If I was a young woman, I wouldn’t hesitate to flirt my way into his heart.”
Violet stared at her, horrified. What was wrong with this world? “He’s a money-grubbing pig.”
There was a brief pause as Mrs. Adams looked at her hands. When she looked up, her voice had dropped to just above a whisper. “This resort—Kyle Hicks—brought over a hundred jobs to this town. I don’t know if you’ve noticed from your parents’ enormous home where you live for free and dabble in your little store, but we need these jobs. I need this job. My husband’s not well enough. I’m an old lady. No one wants to hire me. But Kyle Hicks did. He and Mr. Kauffman, our manager, said no training was necessary. They would teach me everything I needed to know. I won’t hear one bad word out of your mouth about him, young lady.”
Violet flooded with heat, embarrassed and angry all at once. Why did everyone in this town feel it necessary to lecture her today? “I didn’t know Mr. Adams was sick.”
“He has rheumatoid arthritis,” Mrs. Adams said.
“I’m sorry,” Violet said. “My dad has that too.”
“You didn’t know. Still, sometimes you need to think about people over causes.”
“I am thinking about people. I’m thinking about the health of our planet. We only have one, you know. I’d like it to still be here for my son.”
“We all saw you down here with your picket sign, and frankly, it was embarrassing. I thought you had better manners than that.”
“Manners? What is everyone’s obsession with manners? Sometimes manners are exactly opposite of what we need. Nothing ever changes without protest. Women who make a difference in the world are rarely polite.”
“It must be nice to have time and money to think of such high ideals. I’m too busy paying for my husband’s medicines to concern myself with such things.”
“I’ll have you know I closed my store last week. It’s all over. Finished. I have no place to live either now that my parents—who were so dedicated to manners—are coming back to town. I’m pretty worried about feeding my son, so I don’t appreciate the lecture.” Violet stopped. If she started crying in front of Mrs. Adams in the middle of this glossy lobby, she would die right there on the spot.
Dakota tugged on her hand. “Mama, I see Honor.”
Honor. Thank God. A way to escape.
Violet picked up the keycard from Mrs. Adam’s desk and sniffed. “Have a great day, Mrs. Adams.”
“You as well, Miss Ellis.”
Dakota broke from her grip and sprinted across the lobby toward Honor. Violet cringed when he shouted Honor’s name and leapt into her arms. So much for quiet. She glanced at the front desk. Thankfully, busy with guests, Mrs. Adams and the rest of the staff weren’t paying any attention. An older woman sitting on a lounge chair looked up from her magazine to smile at Violet. “What a darling boy.”
Violet thanked her and quickened her pace. Honor and Dakota were by the elevators. Apparently, her son had managed to tell Honor the entire story of their altercation at school.
“So now I can’t go to school,” Dakota said.
“Are you sad about that?” Honor asked.
“No. I don’t like that old battle-axe.”
“Dakota! Where did you hear that word?” Violet asked.
“You said it today.” Dakota wrinkled his forehead as if she were the most perplexing woman on the planet. Maybe she was.
“Never mind that. Honor, what can we do to help with the baby?”
“Baby 101, that’s what,” Honor said as they followed her into the elevator. “We had one of the staff go out and get formula and diapers.” She put a keycard into a slot and punched the top floor button.
The elevator moved. Dakota squealed. “Elevator, Mama.”
Violet’s stomach lurched as they came to a stop. They all exited into a hallway. A plush, sage-green carpet felt wonderful under her feet, like walking on a firm mattress. She would love to take off her shoes and let it soothe her tired feet. The scent of lilies from a vase on a rectangular table tickled her nose. Where did he get lilies this time of year? Probably flown in from some third world country for exorbitant amounts of money. None of which trickled down to the poor farmers who grew them.
“Dakota, this is a very special floor,” Honor said. “Kyle’s a part owner so he stays in the very nicest suite in the whole resort.”
“Wow,” Dakota said.
“He’s not Superman,” Violet said under her breath.
Honor shot her a look. “Be nice. You have the power right now.”
“I’ll try not to let it go to my head,” Violet said.
“Stop being so grumpy,” Honor said. “Wait until you see this baby. She’s precious. Seriously, you’ll want to eat her up.”
“Eat a baby?” Dakota asked.
“Not really,” Honor said. “It just means she’s yummy. I mean, she’s pretty and I just want to kiss her all over.”
“Oh,” Dakota said. “That’s weird.”
“I have a thing for babies,” Honor said. “What can I say?”
Violet flushed with shame. Honor couldn’t have a baby of her own. Seeing a newborn must hurt. And here was cavalier Kyle Hicks with one just dropped into his lap like everything else in the man’s life.
They reached the door of the suite. Honor didn’t bother to knock; she simply pressed the keycard against the door and entered, gesturing for Violet and Dakota to follow.
“Don’t be loud,” Violet said to Dakota. “The baby might be sleeping.”
Dakota mimicked her finger to her lips and made a shushing sound.
When they entered the suite, Violet had to physically restrain herself from gasping out loud. The suite was magnificent. The same white marble floors as the lobby shone under the light of a chandelier made of sparkling glass. Posh, richly hued furniture in greens and purples, fluffy rugs, and glass tabletops with silver trim were arranged in geometric perfection. Paintings of various bright and vibrant flowers decorated the creamy sage walls. The bank of windows looked out on the entire town of Cliffside Bay, surrounding country roads, forests, and meadows. If it weren’t foggy today, you would be able to see the endless waters of the Pacific.
She quickly forgot all of that at the sight of Kyle Hicks with a baby in his arms. A spot of sunshine had broken through the gray sky and washed the room and the man in a warm glow. She drew closer, mesmerized. He cradled the baby against his chest and softly sang “You Are My Sunshine.” Kyle Hicks knew a lullaby. Go figure.
He looked up from the baby and smiled at her. Triumph glittered in his deep blue eyes. “I got her to sleep,” he whispered before his gaze turned back to Mollie. Those thick, black lashes didn’t belong on a man. Whatever. That was of no consequence. Pretty is as pretty does.
She glanced around the room. A dilapidated stroller was parked over by the couch. “It’s like 1972 is looking for its stroller.”
Honor laughed from across the room where she had Dakota on her lap.
“No, seriously,” Violet said. “You must never use that again. It’s not safe.”
An empty bottle and a used diaper sat on the coffee table. Apparently neither Honor nor Kyle knew how to roll a dirty diaper because it was wide open with the baby’s last deposit displayed for all the world to see. Violet rushed to the table and arranged the diaper into a tight ball.
They needed a diaper pail or things were going to get stinky very fast.
“What do we do first?” Honor asked.
“Kyle, put the baby on the ottoman here.” Violet pointed to the large ottoman adjacent to the armchair near a gas fireplace. “She’ll be nice and warm there.” She instructed Dakota to switch on the fire. He leapt from Honor’s lap and gleefully pushed the switch.
“What if she rolls off?” Kyle asked.
“She can’t roll yet,” Violet said. “We’ve got weeks and weeks before she can do anything close to rolling.”
Violet grabbed the pink blanket from the couch. “Before you put her down, we need to swaddle her.”
“Swaddle?” he asked.
“I’ll show you how,” she said.
Surprisingly, Kyle followed her directions and put the baby in the center of the blanket.
“Does she seem healthy?” Kyle pointed to her head. “What’s that dent there?”
“There’s nothing to worry about,” Violet said. “All babies have that when they’re first born.” She gently caressed the soft dent in Mollie’s head, remembering when Dakota had been that age. “I didn’t know that when Dakota was born. I freaked out.” The plates of the head had to fully grow together. Her nurse at the hospital had kindly explained it to her. She now explained this to Kyle.
“What about her eyes? Do you think she can see out of them?” Kyle asked.
“You mean because they look kind of glassy?” she asked.
Kyle nodded.
“Totally normal. All white babies are born with blue eyes that look like this. They turn their real color later.”
Kyle nodded again. His eyes looked like a startled animal’s. Arrogant Kyle Hicks, all shook up.
She deposited the blanket on the ottoman and instructed him to put the baby in the middle. “Now you wrap her up like a burrito, as tight as you can get it.”
“Won’t it hurt her?” Kyle asked.
“No. They like it. Mimics the womb,” Violet said, amazed how fast all this came back to her. She hadn’t had the luxury of anyone advising her. Not that she needed anyone. Books had everything a new parent needed to know. If you had a chance to read them before the baby appeared on your doorstep.
“We need a plan.” Honor glanced at her wristwatch. “I’ve got to pick up Jubie in thirty minutes.”
“You need supplies,” Violet said. She explained the need for a crib, pacifier, car seat, stroller, and changing table.
“Can you rent that stuff?” Kyle asked.
Violet shook her head. “No, but you can buy them online and have them rush delivered.”
“Right.” Kyle let out a deep breath. “I’m not thinking clearly.”
Honor patted his arm and drew him over to sit on the couch. “You look a little pasty. I think we need to get some food in you.”
“We can call for room service,” Kyle said. “Whatever you guys want.”
From over by the window where Dakota had decided a knickknack of a seashell was better as a truck, replete with engine noises, he looked up, suddenly interested. “Can I have a cheeseburger?”
“Absolutely. If it’s okay with your mom. Do you let him eat meat?” Kyle asked.
“Yes. Why wouldn’t I?” Violet asked. What was it with this guy? Did he have to make a case about everything?
“Can I have a milkshake?” Dakota asked.
“If your mom says yes, then I say yes,” Kyle said. “Your mom’s saving me right now.”
“You can have one for dessert. Burger first,” Violet said.
“Yes, Mama.”
“After we order dinner, let’s get on the internet and order what we need,” Violet said.
“How much is this going to cost me?” Kyle asked.
“Why are you worried about money?” Violet asked.
“I’m not worried. Old habits die hard, that’s all,” Kyle said.
Was he referring to an impoverished childhood? Despite herself, curiosity poked through her annoyance. No one knew much about his past, other than he’d come to USC as an emancipated adult.
“It’s a little late to worry about money now,” she said in a tone sharper than she meant. “You made a baby and now you have to pay to take care of her.”
“I get it. Back off with the judgey tone,” he said.
“I’m not judging you.”
“Yes, you are, but it’s fine,” Kyle said. “I don’t care what you or anyone else think about me. I haven’t for a long time. Regarding furniture, I want the best. Top of the line.”
“Of course, you do,” Violet said.
“Didn’t you just lecture me that I need to take care of my daughter?” Kyle’s eyes darkened when he was annoyed. She’d noticed that before. They darkened every time she was anywhere within his vision.
***
After Honor left, they ordered dinner and went to work. In less than forty-five minutes, they’d ordered furniture and the other supplies. Shopping was speedy when you simply ordered the most expensive item in every category. Violet kept her opinions to herself. Who cared if this guy wanted to waste his money on designer names? It wasn’t her concern.
Mollie Blue woke up and began to cry the moment they all sat down to eat.
“It’s a baby thing,” Violet said. “They have some kind of radar to ensure you never eat an entire meal or get an entire night’s sleep.”
Kyle’s shoulders slumped. “I’m starving.”
Despite her intentions to the contrary, she softened. “You eat. I’ll feed her this time.”
“She probably needs to be changed first,” Kyle said.
She looked over at him, surprised. “You catch on quick.”
“That’s what it was last time anyway,” Kyle said.
While the boys ate, Violet changed Mollie’s diaper and fixed a bottle from the powdered formula, careful to read the directions. She’d breastfed Dakota exclusively.
“Is it supposed to be warm or cold?” Kyle asked.
“Room temperature is fine, but they prefer if it’s the temperature of breast milk.”
“What the heck temperature is that?”
“Body temperature. See here?” Violet sprayed a small amount of formula on her forearm. “If you can’t feel either hot or cold then it’s the exact temperature of a person’s body. Whatever you do, don’t heat a bottle in the microwave. Hot spots.”
“Hot spots? What is that?”
“Hot spots in the water that could burn her. Microwaves don’t heat liquids evenly.”
“Jesus. I had no idea.”
“It’s all right. You know now.”
Violet sat in the armchair and placed the bottle in Mollie’s mouth. The baby sucked with no fussing, which meant she probably had not been breastfed. How sad to think the child would never know her true mother. The poor woman. To leave before they could know each other was incomprehensible and so unfair. She wondered, too often, how God let a tragedy like this happen. What had an innocent little baby ever done to deserve this fate? Her father would say that it was not our place to ask, but Violet had a few questions she planned on asking God when she arrived in heaven. Mollie would be on the top of the list of questions, right after how did a man like Cole Lund thrive despite his hypocrisy?
Cole Lund. America’s Pastor. Dakota’s father. Someone else’s husband. She’d been naive to believe he loved her.
She’d gone to work for him after leaving college. His strategic seduction had taken time. It started with lunches, then dinners out, all under the pretense of a working meal. As one of the administrators to the pastor staff, her job was to take notes while he brainstormed sermon ideas or plans for church growth. After a few months, he started dropping by her apartment in the evenings to ask her opinion on a sermon or a staff decision. Flattered and beguiled, she’d let him kiss her one night after he confessed to his feelings. I can think of nothing but you.
America’s Pastor, as it turned out, could think of other things besides Violet Ellis—his status in the church, his family, his Mercedes where he’d first placed his hand on her knee. When she told him she was pregnant, he dropped her so fast she could almost hear the thump of her head hitting the proverbial curb. That night, a man showed up on her doorstep with a check and a threat. Tell anyone and you won’t live long enough to give birth. Don’t come back to work. Don’t contact him ever again.
A sliver of loneliness crept of her spine. She was alone with her questions, alone with her mistakes.
Violet stroked the peach fuzz on Mollie’s head. “What a pretty one you are,” she said under her breath.
Mollie was a concentrated eater with an occasional appreciative grunt. Although, they should have Jackson or Kara give her an exam right away. She said as much to Kyle.
“Doctors? But she isn’t sick, is she?”
She almost laughed at his worried expression. Welcome to parenthood.
“No, it’s just standard for newborns to have frequent visits for checkups. They weigh and measure them and make sure they’re thriving. They call them ‘well-baby visits’.”
Kyle ran both hands through his hair as he crossed the room and sat on the coffee table across from her. “I don’t know what I’m doing. This is a disaster.”
“You’ll be fine.” She smiled, remembering her first few weeks as a mother. “I thought they were insane when the hospital sent me home with Dakota after less than twenty-four hours. I told the nurses I had no idea what I was doing, and I had no one to help me. They assured me I would be fine and to trust my instincts. I wanted to say, but I have no instincts. I’m too young for this. And my mother wasn’t speaking to me—I didn’t tell them that part, but seriously, I had no one. That said, the nurses were right. It all fell into place. Although, Dakota was an easy baby. For one thing, he was giant. He weighed nine pounds when he was born.”
“How did nine pounds come out of you?” He gestured toward her narrow hips.
“It wasn’t pretty. At all.” He’d ripped her in several places. She wasn’t sure everything was good down there, even now. It would require having sex with someone to find out, which seemed unlikely to happen anytime soon.
“Are bigger babies better?” he asked. “Because she doesn’t seem very big.”
“I’d guess she’s just over six pounds. I’ve heard the smaller they are, the longer it takes them to sleep through the night. They have to eat more frequently than a big fat baby like Dakota.”
“Sleep. How am I going to work and take care of her by myself?” His eyes had darkened to the color of the night sky just after twilight when the first of the stars appear.
“You’ll hire a nanny for during the day and a nanny for the nights. Once she starts to sleep through the night, you’ll be fine with just a day nanny.”
“There’s such a thing as a night nanny?”
“Yes, all rich people have them.”
“They do?” he asked.
“A lot of rich people have them.”
“Did you have one?” he asked.
A bitter taste at the back of her throat prevented her from a sarcastic laugh. “I couldn’t afford one. My parents had disowned me. I was solo. Fortunately, Dakota slept through the night at six weeks.”
“Six weeks? That seems like forever.” The corners of his mouth turned downward. “This cannot really be happening.”
It was almost endearing how bewildered and frightened he was. Almost, but not quite. This was Kyle Hicks. Rich and self-satisfied with little regard for anyone but his smug, attractive self. “It’ll be fine. Looking back, those weeks were just a blip on the radar. Honestly, cherish every moment. Before you know it, she’ll be three.”
He sighed and rubbed his eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this. Truly.”
“Do you have younger siblings?” Violet asked.
He looked away, scratching behind his ear. “Yeah. A brother and a sister.”
“Do you remember helping with them at all?” She couldn’t recall ever hearing that he had siblings. Not that she exactly asked around about Kyle Hicks.
“No. They were two and four years younger than me. I don’t remember anything under the age of six.”
“I was an only child, so I had the same problem. No memories to recall—like my mom did this, so I’ll do this. I couldn’t ask her either, since she wasn’t speaking to me.”
“Were they that uptight for real?”
“My parents are very religious.” She glanced at Dakota. He was dipping a french fry into his vanilla shake without a thought to what the adults were doing or saying. She lowered her voice anyway. “They were mortified I was pregnant without a husband.”
“Kind of antiquated, isn’t it?”
“You don’t know the half of it. My dad’s a real charmer.” She rolled her eyes to hide the pain behind those words.
“I’d choose supporting my daughter over any belief system I’d read in stories written a long time ago.”
Not religious. Duly noted.
“Don’t look like that,” he said, matching her subdued volume. “I’m not a total heathen. All I’m saying is that if I had a daughter like you and a grandson like Dakota, I’d be proud, whether you had a husband or not. The fact that Dakota’s father bailed tells me everything I need to know. Good riddance. Take it from me. No dad is better than one who doesn’t want to be there.”
She stared at him, shocked. A dozen questions floated across her mind. Had he given her a compliment? What was his father like? Instead, she surprised herself by sharing something of her own father.
“My dad hasn’t spoken to me in almost four years. We’ve been staying at their house without his knowledge. My mom kept it from him. Their house burned down in South America, so they have to come home. If it weren’t for Brody and Kara, I’d be majorly screwed right now.”
He ran his hands through his hair once more. “Hey, listen, I’m sorry about your shop. Lance said he offered you a few months free rent, but you turned him down.”
“Yeah.” She shrugged as Mollie took one last suck and then shook the nipple from her mouth. Violet gathered her to her shoulder and patted her back until a nice loud burp erupted. “Good girl.”
“Here, I’ll take her,” Kyle said.
Violet placed her in his arms. He kissed Mollie’s head. “She smells so good,” he said.
“They always do.”
“Why didn’t you take Lance up on it?” Kyle asked.
“Have you ever heard the term ‘bleeding cash’?”
Kyle grimaced as he cradled Mollie closer to his chest. “I’m familiar, yes.”
“It was more than just rent. The whole shop was a failure.” She looked away, embarrassed by the tremor in her voice. “I’m not cut out for business, I guess.”
“A lot of successful people had early failures. Most successful people.”
“It doesn’t matter. I have no place to live and a son without daycare.”
“What happened to daycare?”
“We had an incident today. I was late, and I got into it with Mrs. Knight. He’s no longer welcome.”
“You have a bit of a temper, don’t you?” He raised his eyebrows, teasing her. It wasn’t funny.
“I do not have a temper, but I won’t be pushed around. Not anymore.”
“Anymore?”
“Never mind that. Anyway, I need to focus on paying down my debt and finding a job.” Stop talking. He doesn’t need to know all this. Keep your guard up. This is the enemy.
He narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips into a thin line. “This is going to sound crazy…given our past, but we both need something the other could provide. I need a nanny. You need a place to live and a job where you can bring your son to work. What if you moved in here with us for a while? There are two bedrooms and two bathrooms. You and Dakota could have one and I’ll take the other with Mollie. You can have the day shift, and I’ll pay you twice the going rate for a full-time nanny, plus free room and board. You can get back on track financially, and I can rest easy that Mollie will be taken care of by someone I trust.”
You trust me?
“I’d ask only that you stop picketing my building.” He smiled, but it stung just the same.
“It’s done now. There’s nothing to picket. You’ve already ruined the land and the town.”
“Ruined? Really? Do you actually believe that?”
“You don’t get it and you never will,” Violet said.
He sighed and kissed Mollie’s head again. “That’s probably true. But we can agree to disagree, right? Just say yes. I promise to play nice from now on.”
“What about the night nanny?”
“I don’t want one. If I have you during the day and someone else at night, it means nothing’s left for me. She’s my baby and I should be the one up with her at night. I should be the one who feeds her and comforts her. You did it.”
You say that now.
“I know you don’t believe I can do it,” Kyle said. “For all I know, you might be right. But I should try. I have to try. I can’t bail on my kid like my parents did. I have to be present.”
“So, you’re really doing this?”
“I have to.” He stood and rocked the baby in his arms, gazing down at Mollie. His expression softened. Had he fallen in love with his baby already? “I mean, look at her. She’s perfection. I can’t let her down. I won’t.”
Two sudden thoughts flooded her resolve to remain strong. I wish a man would look at Dakota that way. I wish a man would look at me that way.
The first step was to recover financially. If she had to work for the enemy, then so be it. Plus, she’d get to hold sweet Mollie every day. A job where she could be with her son every day was the best she could do.
“What do you say?” he asked.
“Let’s try it for a month. Trial period only.”
“Fine, that’s reasonable.”
He bent over the baby again. His black hair shone in the lamplight. Was it as silky as it looked? No, no, no. This is the man you hate.
He represented everything in this world she loathed.
Or, did he?
She would never have predicted his reaction to the sudden appearance of a baby. Additionally, there were the references to his childhood. Had he grown up in poverty? Were his parents cold like her own? Were these the reasons he was so driven to succeed? Honor had suggested as much before, but Violet had dismissed it, assuming their friend was overstating to persuade her that he wasn’t so bad.
“Mollie looks like you.”
“Do you really think so?”
The hopeful, vulnerable tone in his voice gave her pause. Kyle Hicks was full of surprises today.
She pointed to Mollie’s mouth. “That’s your mouth. See the fullness of her bottom lip?”
He touched his fingertips to his own bottom lip. “Yeah?”
“She has your dark coloring too,” she said.
“Supposedly we have some Italian in us,” he said.
“I bet she’ll have your eyes too. If she’s lucky.” His were an unusual blue that turned from light to dark like the fickle Pacific. Not that she’d noticed…much.
“Her mother was pretty,” he said. “Blond and tall.”
Violet didn’t say anything for a moment, thinking about how tricky it would be for him, like it was for her, when his child grew old enough to ask about her mother.
“Dakota asks about his dad sometimes,” she said as if they’d already broached the subject. He seemed to follow her line of thinking without having to ask.
“What do you tell him?” Kyle asked.
She glanced over at her son to make sure he wasn’t listening. He was intently removing the seeds from his pickle wedge and singing the words to “The Wheels On the Bus” under his breath. “I tell him not everyone has one, but that I love him enough for two parents.”
“Does he buy it?”
She grimaced. “For now. Later, I’ll have to tell him the truth.”
“What is the truth? Are you in the one-night-stand club with me?”
“Not exactly.”
“Don’t judge me. I can’t take it.” His eyelids drooped as if he were suddenly exhausted.
“I’m not. Truly.” She touched his forearm, wanting to reassure him. “I’m not in much of a position to judge, even if I wanted to. Which I don’t. I’ve been judged enough today for both of us.”
He gazed into her eyes for a moment before looking back at the baby. “It was when I was up north working on a project. It was a hard night for me and I drank too much at this dive bar where she worked. We talked. She had this way about her—one of those women who gets you talking about things you wouldn’t normally. Like Kara.”
“Yes, sure. I know exactly.” Kara Mullen was a witch that way. Two minutes into their first a conversation and she had cut through all the pleasantries.
“One thing led to another and I followed her home like an injured dog. She was a sweet girl. Way too young for me.” Kyle sighed. “Believe it or not, I felt bad afterward. I let my own weakness get the better of me. It’s not my thing, despite what you’ve heard, to seduce innocents. My women are usually of the savvy and sassy variety.” He paused and gazed down at the baby in his arms. “I don’t know if I can be enough for two parents. I look at you and I don’t know how you do it. Dakota’s a great kid.”
Her chest swelled with pride. “Not everyone’s a fan of my parenting.”
“That meanie at the day care? Screw her.”
“Everything I do seems to turn to sand in my hands.” Why was his kindness undoing her, making words tumble from her mouth?
“Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re a bad mother. It’s simply not true. As much as you and I disagree over certain things, I’ve always noticed how good you are with Dakota. Why do you think you were the first person we called?”
She flashed him a rueful smile. “I’m the only one of us who has raised an infant.”
He laughed for the first time since she’d arrived. “It’s not just that. And listen, I’m grateful you’re willing to help. I know it’s for Mollie, not me, but I’ll take it.”
“There’s no better reason for calling a truce than a baby.” A motherless baby.
He kissed Mollie’s forehead. “I couldn’t agree more.”
“It’s so sad about her mother.”
“Yeah. Now she’s stuck with me. Katy’s friend told me mortality rates for mothers in poor rural areas is on the rise. In America. There’s a cause in need of Violet Ellis.”
“Are you mocking me?”
He met her gaze. “Not one bit. I’m completely serious. We need to figure out what’s happening and do something about it. Isn’t that what you’re all about?”
“Kind of.” She looked down at her hands. “I don’t seem to have influence on much of anything, despite my efforts.”
“You don’t know if you are or not. These things aren’t measurable. Not all the way, at least. I know you prompted a few of my decisions on this place.”
“I did?”
“Have you noticed how green it is?” He pointed to the ceiling. “Solar panels on the roof? The sustainable kitchen in the restaurants. Ten percent of our profits will go to environmental groups.”
“You’re lying to me.”
“I’m not.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You never asked,” he said.
“Oh.”
Dakota called out from over at the table. “Can I be excused now, Mama?”
“May I be excused,” she said.
“May I be excused, Mama?”
“You may. Come on over here, I have something exciting to tell you.”
Her little boy, her heart, ran from the table on his chubby legs. Why walk when you could run?
She pulled him onto her lap. “How would you like to move in here with Kyle for a little while? Baby Mollie needs our help. I’m going to take care of Mollie while he goes to work.”
His eyes widened. “Live in a hotel?”
“Sure. It’ll be an adventure. And no, you can’t have a milkshake every day.”
“What do you say?” Kyle asked. “I need another guy around here.”
Dakota’s gaze moved from her to Kyle. “My friend Jacob has a mom and dad and sister.”
“He does?” Kyle asked.
Dakota nodded. “But I just have my mom.”
“You’re lucky to have such an awesome mom. And we’re just borrowing her for a bit,” Kyle said. “She’ll still be your mom and your mom only.”
Kyle didn’t understand. Dakota wasn’t expressing angst over sharing his mother. He wanted a family like his friend Jacob had.
Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. All she needed was to break her son’s heart when they had to leave.
No, she had to do this. None of it mattered if she couldn’t provide the essentials. Shelter and food for her son had to be her priority. A job and a place to live had fallen in her lap. Kyle was right. They needed each other. She would just have to hope for the best regarding her own baby. Providing a place to live and food to eat was about as good as she could do now. Later there would be therapy bills, no question. Yet another reason to escape the mountain of debt. For now, however, one grown man, a little boy, and an infant girl needed her to do what she did best—take care of them.
“We have work to do, gentlemen,” she said. “Operation Take Care of Mollie starts now. Can you both accept the mission?”
“Yes, Mama.”
“Bring it,” Kyle said.
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Married by Fate
He's a human prince.
She's his brother's fae bride.
Until fate intervenes.
Lady Roisin knew her fate was to marry a human prince, helping to heal the rift between the humans and the fae. Luckily, she fell desperately in love with her betrothed, the dashing heir to the Vellanian throne, Prince Alrec. One day soon, she will be his queen. A day Roisin has been looking forward to for as long as she can remember.
As the king's youngest son, Prince Caiman knew his fate was to live in his older brother Alrec's shadow. One day soon, Alrec will be crowned king. A day Caiman has been dreading for as long as he can remember.
When tragedy strikes the kingdom, Caiman is forced to ascend to the throne in his brother's stead. But becoming King of Vellana means upholding the alliance with the fae by marrying his brother's betrothed. And marrying a woman who has despised him for years cannot end in happily-ever-after...
Married by Fate is part of the Arranged Marriages of the Fae series, a multi-author collaboration of short standalone novels.
This book rates a 4 on the Romantic Content Rating System (RCRS) ie. fade to black
Married by Scandal
She'll marry a prince if she must.
But fall in love?
Never.
The first time Amelie Fairfield fell in love, she started a war. Now, the part-human, part-fae fashion designer has sworn off romance to focus on her career. But when her name makes headlines in the worst possible way, there's only one thing she can do to escape scandal-marry a human prince and make everyone forget about the career-killing rumors.
To solidify peace between the humans and fae, Prince Albert must take a fae bride. As sister to the fae queen, Amelie is the perfect candidate. If only she could say the same for the rakish prince she'll have to marry. At least his devilish charm and good looks keep society fixated on him and not her.
But scandal becomes the least of Amelie's worries when she embarks upon an engagement tour. She'll need to convince the aristocracy that her arranged marriage is a true love match...without falling in love. Just when she thinks she has it all under control, the prince reveals a secret that suggests he might not be the man she thought. In fact, he might not be a prince at all...
Can Amelie juggle a world of fashion, unexpected espionage, and dating her not-so-fake fiancé? Or will her closed-off heart prove to be her biggest hurdle yet?
Married by Scandal is in the Arranged Marriages of the Fae series, a multi-author collaboration of romantic fantasy stand-alone novellas, designed to be read independently. Together, they feature arranged marriages in fae fantasy and offer complete romances while also allowing the reader to enjoy a variety of tones and approaches. Perfect for romantic fantasy readers with busy lives who love swoony romance.
Married by Scandal is set in the same world as The Fair Isle Trilogy and the Entangled with Fae series. Journey back to Faerwyvae or start your adventure here for the first time!
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Melodies and Mistletoe
She dreams of becoming a famous musician, and he has the ability to make her dreams come true.
When Hailey Grant loses the gig she thought would launch her music career, her hope wanes, and not even Christmas movies have the power to cheer her up. So when her roommate suggests filming a song and posting it on the internet, she agrees. She never expected it to go viral, or that it would launch her into the biggest opportunity of her life. But when that opportunity comes from the smug guy who critiqued her song, will pride get in the way of her career-or her heart?
Ryan Bierman hasn't posted to his music critique platform in years, but when he hears a song that touches him to the core, he wants to do something to help give the woman a leg up in the music industry. He doesn't expect her to be angry about his critique, or to put him firmly in the friend zone. But that doesn't stop him from helping her, or from falling in love.
Book three in the Christmas in the City series, Melodies and Mistletoe is an enemies-to-lovers clean romance. Books in this series are stand-alone romances and can be read in any order.
Book one: His Stand-In Holiday Girlfriend (San Francisco)
Book two: Snowed In on Main Street (Park City)
Book three: Melodies and Mistletoe (New York City)
Memories of Tomorrow: A Women of the Ozarks Prequel
Can friendship last a lifetime?
Everyone says that hindsight is 20/20. If that's true, how much of that image in the rear view affects who we are today, or who we will become tomorrow?
Jo Felsenthal and Gina Ingram were the closest of childhood friends back in Polk Ridge, Arkansas. Growing up in this beautiful, close-knit Ozark community, they were surrounded by love and laughter.
But as these girls grew into women, choices were made, and life took them in very different directions.
Now, they're just hours away from a reunion several decades in the making. An out-of-the-blue Facebook "friend" request has snowballed into a face-to-face meeting. Both women are dealing with mixed emotions-excitement, nostalgia, and more than a little apprehension.
In Memories of Tomorrow, Jo and Gina weave their way through childhood memories and difficult life choices. They ponder how to cross over all their yesterdays to the girls they once were. Can they find anything in common after so many years spent living such different lives?
If you like The Sometimes Sister and Hurricane Season, you'll love the Women of the Ozarks Scrapbook Series.
Menace at the Christmas Market
A Christmas Novella...
With the Christmas holidays nearing, Kate has time off, a rare occurrence for a location scout. The Jane Austen documentary series is in a production lull, and she plans to spend her time searching for the perfect Christmas gift for Alex, which has turned out to be a task as difficult as finding an unspoiled location for a medieval-inspired fantasy series. Kate goes to the local Regency-themed Christmas Market in search of a gift, but while she's there a new acquaintance meets with foul play. Kate is drawn into the investigation and soon realizes she must discover who wants to make sure she doesn't ring in the New Year.
Celebrate the season with the holiday novella, Menace at the Christmas Market, the fifth entry in the popular Murder on Location cozy mystery series.
About the Author
Rosett, Sara: - Sara loves dark chocolate, Pinterest, and getting new stamps in her passport. She writes cozy crime and international heist mysteries. She is the author of the Ellie Avery mystery series, the Murder on Location mystery series, and the On The Run series. Publishers Weekly has called Sara's books satisfying, well-executed, and sparkling. Visit www.SaraRosett.com to learn more or sign up for her free ebook.
Mengele's Apprentice
As the Nazi shadow of death falls across Europe, one man's wickedness looms out of the darkness.
Mengele, the Angel of Death.
When the Aizenberg family winds up in the dreaded Warsaw ghetto, they must share an apartment with a secular Jewish family. This living arrangement will test young Shoshana Aizenberg as adulthood creeps ever closer.
Meanwhile, fast-rising doctor Ernst saves a man's life on the Russian front. This good deed earns him the coveted role of Dr. Mengele's apprentice at Auschwitz. An opportunity beyond his wildest dreams and the stuff of his nightmares.
Gisele's beauty shines in a life fraught with hardship. She hopes to find her father, but first, she must navigate a Paris crawling with invading Nazis.
Mengele's Apprentice is the second book in Roberta Kagan's heartwrenching Historical WWII series-The Auschwitz Twins.
Mermaid Tears
There's no such thing as normal.
Sarah has always been a hard-working student, even if she has felt her grades don't reflect her efforts. She is a good friend, a kind daughter, and she loves being creative. But lately she is struggling with school and friendships, and nothing brings her much joy. Her family doesn't seem to understand what's happening, and neither does Sarah. Everyone keeps telling her to do better, and Sarah is trying her hardest, but when her first year of middle school begins, what was supposed to be a fresh start turns into a disaster that quickly spirals out of control. Sarah, who can't understand why she is feeling this way, begins to seriously wonder if the world would be better off if she was no longer alive. Sarah has always felt a connection with mermaids, and she now wishes she was a mermaid herself, so she could just slip under the ocean and swim away, disappearing from everyone's lives forever.
Finally, Sarah reaches her breaking point, and in desperation, seeks help from a trusted teacher. Everyone in Sarah's life reaches in to pull her from her own drowning emotions, and with the help of her family, friends, teachers, and mental health professionals, Sarah learns there is a name for what she is feeling. She develops tools, not only for coping, but for thriving. In learning about her condition and gaining the support she needs for managing it, she begins the long journey back to her life.
Rewarding, memorable, and deeply evocative, this gorgeously written story about a girl who learns to navigate the choppy and scary waters of her mental health, is nothing short of remarkable.
Author Bio:
Susan L. Read was born and raised in New Zealand. During that time, she was an elementary school teacher and principal, a writer, and an avid reader of any books she could get her hands on. Susan moved to Massachusetts six days after September 11th, 2001. Since then, she has been a wife, an educator, a dog rescuer, a reader, and a writer. She lives in Massachusetts, where she has a close personal relationship with her spoiled rescue dogs. Learn more about Susan at www.susanlread.com.
Metaphors in Motion: Wisdom from the Open Road
About the Author
Answered prayers bridged hundreds of miles when Tim and Debbie Bishop discovered one another and became first-time newlyweds at age 52. Then, they hopped on bicycles, cycled over 10,000 miles throughout the United States, and lived to tell about it. They do just that in several coauthored books filled with encouragement, hope, wisdom, adventure, and fun. With backgrounds in business, teaching, and coaching, the Bishops bring a strong Christian foundation to their inspirational self-help books.
Midnight Dynasty: The House of Crimson & Clover Volume V
The House of Crimson & Clover continues in the fifth volume, Midnight Dynasty. All curses are born of vengeance. Dormant for a decade, the Deschanels' worst nightmare returns with a tragedy and quickly escalates into the unimaginable. Seers and other witches arrive in New Orleans from all over the world, hopeful this is the round they finally put an end to the curse that has stolen precious Deschanel lives for over two centuries. As the body count rises, one young Deschanel emerges with a shocking idea. A cruel, terrible scheme that will ruin lives to save them. The Deschanel Magi Collective has spent hundreds of years searching for a way to stop the ancient, malevolent evil, and has never come close to winning. But failure will lead to more death, and time is not on their side. The desperate sacrifices of two young Deschanels will drive an irrevocable split straight through the center of their midnight dynasty. Forever. The House of Crimson and Clover Series
This is the recommended reading order for the series.
Volume I: The Storm and the Darkness
Volume II: Shattered
Volume III: The Illusions of Eventide
Volume IV: Bound
Volume V: Midnight Dynasty
Volume VI: Asunder
Volume VII: Empire of Shadows
Volume VIII: Myths of Midwinter
Volume IX: The Hinterland Veil
Volume X: The Secrets Amongst the Cypress
Volume XI: Within the Garden of Twilight
Volume XII: House of Dusk, House of Dawn The Saga of Crimson & Clover
A sprawling dynasty. An ancient bloodline. A world of magic and mayhem. Welcome to the Saga of Crimson & Clover, where all series within are linked but can be equally enjoyed on their own. For content warnings, please visit sarahmcradit.com.
About the Author
Sarah is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Paranormal Southern Gothic series, The House of Crimson & Clover, born of her combined passion for New Orleans, and the mysterious complexity of human nature. Her work has been described as rich, emotive, and highly dimensional. An unabashed geek, Sarah enjoys studying obscure subjects like the Plantagenet and Ptolemaic dynasties, and settling debates on provocative Tolkien topics such as why the Great Eagles are not Gandalf's personal taxi service. Passionate about travel, Sarah has visited over twenty countries collecting sparks of inspiration (though New Orleans is where her heart rests). She's a self-professed expert at crafting original songs to sing to her very patient pets, and a seasoned professional at finding ways to humiliate herself (bonus points if it happens in public). When at home in Oregon, her husband and best friend, James, is very kind about indulging her love of fast German cars and expensive lattes. Connect with Sarah: Official Website: http: //www.sarahmcradit.com Facebook: http: //www.facebook.com/houseofcrimsonandclover Google +: google.com/+SarahMCradit Twitter: @thewritersarah
Mike Nero and the Superhero School
"Can I tell you something about this school? You see this isn't a regular school. This is a superhero school..."
First days can be tough, especially for someone as shy as Mikey but Mikey's new school is a little different. On his first day, he meets his principal and some incredible children who help him discover his own superpower within and he learns that no matter what we may look like on the outside, everyone has something that makes them valuable.
Can Mikey learn to use his newfound superpower to make his school a better place for all students?