The Lawyer’s Secret Baby

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Just when you think things are finally looking up…

Harley Brand, social worker and single mother, has come through some dark times but feels ready to start afresh, including renewing her relationship with the man of her dreams. Then, one pretty Perth spring morning, without warning, the worst nightmare of her life begins – someone she trusts betrays her and it looks as if her freedom may be cruelly snatched away. Broken-hearted and terrified of what the future holds, she turns to her best friend, Jessamy Lushpin, PI, who promises to fix things.

Arian has returned to Australia to continue his law practice and find the woman who got away, the love of his life: Harley Brand. He’s older, more mature and not the same man Harley ran from years ago. But there will still be consequences for her naughty behavior.

Can they find the love they lost and begin again? Will Harley’s closely guarded secret destroy them, or make them stronger? Will Arian be able to break through her walls and ensure their happily-ever-after?

Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, danger and power exchange.

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Sample Chapter

Sitting in her car outside the small suburban supermarket, Harley Brand was feeling happier than she had for a long time. The spring sun was shining, and her car was deliciously warm. After a long period with too much sadness and worry, the clouds finally seemed to be lifting and letting some sun back into her life as well. She leaned against her seat and closed her eyes, a contented smile playing around her lips.

She had a good job as a social worker, including time off every Friday for her to continue her volunteer work at the drop-in centre, and her broken heart at last was starting to feel it might be almost ready to contemplate loving again. It had been a long hard road, but at least she had had a very precious shining light to help her overcome the darkness.

Her reverie was interrupted by the rear door opening and a bag of groceries being dumped on the back seat. Harley turned as the man who’d put them there climbed into the passenger seat alongside her.

“All sorted,” she said with a smile, starting up the car.

“Yep,” he replied with a wink. “We’re good to go.” He held out a hand, the dirty fingernails and tattooed knuckles of which were currently hidden by the black gloves he wore whenever he was in her car.

She took the bank card the grubby, gloved hand was holding out to her and slipped it into her pocket.

“Mum says to say ‘cheers’ too,” he said. “She’s sorry she keeps not hearing the door.”

“Well, you can tell her it’s fine,” Harley assured him. “I’d love to meet her someday, but meanwhile it’s good to know she at least has enough to eat. You going over there or shall I drop you at home?”

“Yeah. Would you mind, hey? I saw her yesterday and Col’s letting me use his computer this arvo for me job search stuff.”

“Sure, that’s fine. I’ll just knock, and leave it by the front door like I usually do if she doesn’t answer,” Harley said, turning the car out of the car park.

“Sweet. I appreciate it, hey. And I will pay you back. Nah, for sure. When I get a job. It’s not easy though. You know, when you’ve got a fuc… sorry, a record and all.”

“It’s okay, Gaz,” she stressed, turning to look at him and smile supportively. “I know you’re trying. I don’t mind helping at all. Someone will see past who you were to who you are now and give you a job. It’ll happen.”

Harley turned her eyes back to the road. It probably wasn’t just his criminal record putting potential employers off. Although she didn’t judge him on his appearance, she couldn’t help sometimes wishing he would let his hair grow a bit to cover those weird symbols inked on his head, and that the ones on his cheek, temples and neck could just be washed off. She had tattoos, too, so she wasn’t about to condemn him for his, but she could hide hers if need be and if they were in view, at least they were pretty.

“See ya soon then, doll. And cheers again,” Gaz said fifteen minute later, closing the car door and tapping the roof of the car.

“Hopefully soon,” Harley said with an encouraging smile, then turning her attention to the traffic, pulled back out onto the road and headed towards the Darling Scarp, the ancient hills running along the east side of the Perth metropolitan area.

At the bottom of Greenmount Hill, she turned left and headed into a small enclave of older houses. She turned onto a small street and then into the driveway of a tatty, untidy and neglected white weatherboard cottage. She pulled up next to the old battered and rusty, black Ford panel van that was always parked on what might once have been the front lawn and, noting with interest the much newer Ford Falcon also parked in the drive, collected the plastic bag of groceries off the back seat and went up the two wooden steps leading to the porch and front door. Gaz’s mum must have a visitor. She knocked loudly and waited. No-one had answered the door on her previous deliveries, but perhaps they would this time. She was very much looking forward to meeting Mrs Mellors.

To her delight, the door opened, but it wasn’t Gaz’s mum standing there. It was two men in suits.


Chapter One


Five months later


Harley blinked and slipped on her sunglasses as she came out of the air-conditioned building into the heat and glare of the blistering, dry Perth heat. Although it was well into March, the month’s usual humidity hadn’t arrived and the sun still had its blowtorch February feel.

After waiting inside for nearly three hours for her turn, when her name was called at last she had been in and out in a matter of minutes. It had all gone as she’d been advised it would, and she now knew the exact date on which her fate would be sealed. In two months’ time, the nightmare would be over, or a new, even more horrific one, would be starting. Fear and fury, her ever-present companions, bubbled up leaving her shaking and light-headed. Coffee was needed before the thirty-minute trip home. She had no need to rush; apart from Toby, the dog, the house would be empty. Harriet, her real estate agent mother, was at work, and Lyddia, her three-year-old daughter, at kindergarten.

She crossed Hay Street to the crowded cafe on the opposite corner, waited in the queue, ordered a soy flat white and took a small stand bearing the number seventeen. Spare tables were hard to come by, but as luck would have it, one by the window and right under a ceiling fan became available at just the right moment. Still trembling but trying to force herself to relax, Harley sat down and stood the number on the table, took off her sunglasses and placed them next to it, and pulled out her phone.

“Hey, Jess,” she said when she heard the voice of her best friend, Jessamy Lushpin, answer her call.

“Quick. Quick. I’m dying here. What happened?”

“27th May.”

“Oh! No! You’re kidding, right? They didn’t.”

“Nope. Not kidding. They did.”

“For crying out loud, Hal. What’s wrong with them? Someone should blow them up. Where are you? Are you okay? Should I dump work and come get you?”

“Aw, thanks, babe. No. I’m fine. I just got out. I’m in the cafe across the road. Just going to have a coffee to steady my nerves and then I’ll head home. I’ll be okay. Honest. You don’t have to leave work. What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Seeing you of course. Usual place? Eleven? We need to plan. Shall I swing by and pick you up?”

Harley gave a small sad snort. “Not sure what there is to plan, but, yeah, I’ll see you there for sure. No need to pick me up. I’ll bring my car.”

“You sure you’ll be okay till then. Don’t worry, Hal. It’ll never happen. I promise.”

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. But thanks. See you tomorrow.”

Putting her phone down and turning her face away from her fellow diners, Harley looked out the window at the passers-by. Being the east end of town, with few shops, they were mostly professional people from the surrounding office buildings on lunch breaks or conducting business meetings over coffee, so there were far more suits, skirts and high-heels than shorts, jeans and T-shirts. Bringing the focus of her eyes in slightly, she could see her own outfit reflected in the window: trim navy suit with pearl buttons and pure silk silver blouse underneath. The low-heeled, strappy Italian sandals weren’t visible, but she could feel them as she wriggled her toes to remind herself they were there. The outfit had been bought specifically for these appointments in the hope that a more demure and elegant style than was her usual choice of clothing might somehow help. So far it hadn’t.

Her eyes moved to meet themselves in the window. She’d told Jessamy she was fine, but that was a lie. Did she look calm and fine or could everyone see the shame and emotional disarray as clearly as if they were stamped on her forehead? She gazed dispassionately, unable for the moment to connect the oval face with its wan complexion with herself. The last few months had taken their toll. Loss of appetite, sleeplessness and worry had left her thinner, paler and with permanent dark circles under her big, double-lidded green eyes. At least her thick, curly, black hair had lost none of its sheen. Hanging past her shoulders for the better part of the last twenty-seven years, it had recently been cut and styled. The fringe had stayed, and she hoped the way her hair now softly framed her face helped her look ingenuous and vulnerable. Maybe her appearance couldn’t make a difference, but anything was worth a try.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a young woman wearing black jeans, black t-shirt and black apron.

“Soy flat white?” she asked holding out a cup.

“Yes, thanks,” Harley answered.

“Are you waiting for anything else?” the waitress asked, putting the coffee on the table in front of Harley.

“No. Thanks, that’s all.”

The waitress took the number seventeen and left.

Harley picked up her cup and sipped the coffee while it was hot. She may as well enjoy it; sitting in a cafe drinking coffee might be a pleasure soon to be denied her for a very long time. Nausea, panic and fury rippled through her again. Quickly putting her coffee down before her shaking hands spilled it, she clenched her fists tightly, digging her fingernails into her palms, trying to mask her emotional pain with physical pain. Closing her eyes, she focused on her hands and forced herself to take long slow breaths.

Her flailing emotions rounded up and brought back under some semblance of control, Harley turned her face back to the window, staring sightlessly at the people passing outside. For the millionth time at least, she went over everything that had happened. Could she have avoided it? Why didn’t she see it coming? What should she have done differently? How could she have been so naive, so trusting, so silly? And did that matter now anyway? She couldn’t turn back the clock. What was done, was done. The moving finger had writ and moved on. The future was what mattered now, but she seemed as powerless to change that as she was to change the past. Like a mouse cornered by a cat, her mind desperately searched for an escape path to safety, but found nothing. She’d never really believed it would get this far, that long before this she’d be told, with profuse apologies, that it was all just a ghastly mistake. But with the inevitability of mortality, without a miracle she couldn’t even begin to imagine, her fate was starting to look unavoidable.

Her eyes stung and she blinked. She didn’t want to cry here, but she had to fight back tears as she thought of Lyddia. She could almost feel her little girl’s soft, sweet, chubby, dimpled roundness and smell the freshness of her dark brown curls. Her heart pounded. In two months, she might be separated from Lyddia for years. Harriet had promised to look after her granddaughter for as long as it took Harley to return but knowing Lyddia was safe and loved wouldn’t compensate Harley for missing out on watching her child grow. She might not be there for Lyddia’s first day of school, the first tooth she’d leave under her pillow for the tooth fairy, the first time she rode a bicycle.

And then her wildly thumping heart stopped altogether for a beat, the breath caught in her throat and she shivered as an icy chill swept over her body. What if the absolute worst came to pass and something happened to her mother? Who would look after Lyddia then? Would she be handed into the care of strangers? Would her life be a revolving door of foster homes?

Harley rubbed her eyes as though she was desperately trying to wake herself fully from a nightmare. But this was no bad dream; she was wide awake. It wasn’t fair! It just wasn’t fair!

“Excuse me, dear, are you all right?”

Startled from her reverie by a stranger’s voice, Harley looked up in bewilderment at the smartly dressed, middle-aged woman with a kindly face who had stopped by her table.

“Excuse me?” she echoed the stranger’s question.

“You banged the table with your fist,” the other woman said gently.

“Oh,” Harley paled. “I’m sorry,” she stammered in confusion and embarrassment. “I don’t know what to say. I was just… just…”

“Poor love. Can I help?”

“No. Thank you. You’re very kind, but I’m fine. Really.” Harley shook her head and tried to smile.

“If you’re sure,” the Samaritan pressed.

“Yes, I’m sure. Honestly. But thank you.”

The would-be helper looked at her for a moment as if reluctant to go, then patted Harley’s arm and left. Harley’s eyes followed her out the door while, like a tongue probing an aching tooth, her mind drifted away again. Just a few short months ago her life had really felt like it was finally on track. Her work was going better than she could have hoped, she had Lyddia, and she felt like she had fully come to terms with her father’s horrid abandonment of his wife and teenage daughter.

Her anger toward Arian had subsided as well, and she’d started to think it might have been a mistake walking out of his life. At the time, still too hurt by her father’s cruelty, Arian’s behaviour had looked and felt to her like further treachery and leaving him had seemed like the right thing to do. But, as time passed, the Arian-sized hole in her heart grew bigger, not smaller as her anger toward him dissipated with maturity and understanding. His phone number was still in her contacts, and if he was still in the States, it probably hadn’t changed. She’d thought about sending him a text. And if that didn’t work, there was always email. If he was still single and thinking about her, maybe they could get back together and everything would be wonderful again.

Then Gary came into her life. A clammy sweat broke out on her brow and cold fingers wrapped around her heart as his ugly, mocking spectre appeared on the seat next to her. Those black gloves hiding his hands… She wanted to rip them off, stuff them in his mouth and choke him to death. She had still been psyching herself up to contact Arian when the horror began, but from that first dreadful moment, the pretty, shiny dream of reconciling with Arian burst and vanished like a popped bubble, and the newspaper article her mother showed her shortly after about him arriving in Sydney with his wife was just the sticky residue it left behind. Looking at the colours shimmering in the cafe window now, it was almost as though she could see a mirage of the blissful alternate life she might have had. Once again, she felt the gnawing pain in her belly and the bile rising in her throat. Once again, the blood drummed in her ears as helpless panic, despair, and murderous rage threatened to overwhelm her.

She had to get out. Quickly drinking the last of her coffee, putting on her sunglasses, and collecting her bag, she fled past the crowd at the counter, through the door, out onto the street and straight into a tall, well-dressed man standing by the window.

“Oof! Oh, sorry…” she mumbled but as her eyes rose to the face above her the words died in her throat. “Arian!” she gasped in disbelief, staring into the eyes of the man blocking her path.

“Hal! Is that you?” Arian Fletcher said in shocked surprise. “My God, it is. Come here. Let me look at you.” His hands took hold of her shoulders and she could feel the iron tension in his grip. “Crikey, Hal, you’re shaking like a leaf! Come here.” He pulled her closer to the cafe wall so they were out of the way of passing pedestrians and, without letting her go, reclined back against it and studied her.

Harley’s legs felt like cooked spaghetti and she had to lean against his hands for support, able only to stare at him in disbelief. If she had thought her life had a dream-like, albeit a bad dream, quality to it before, it had suddenly turned utterly surreal. She might think him a phantom, conjured by her thoughts of him over coffee, except that her shoulders were aching from the firmness of his grip.

“As beautiful as ever,” he said. “And you’ve cut your hair! I like it, but I’m glad you kept this.” He fluffed her fringe. “Very cute.” His eyes trailed over her face and down the rest of her. “But, God, Hal, you’re so pale and thin.” His brow creased in a worried frown, he reached up to gently touch her face as though even the brush of a feather might bruise her. “What’s wrong? Are you all right? Are you ill?”

From the instant she’d seen him, her whole being had filled with his presence and the world about her had ceased to exist. He looked a little older; the last traces of boyhood had disappeared, not just from the passing of years but also from battles fought and experiences endured. Tiny creases had formed above his long, thick black eyebrows and at the edges of his deep brown eyes and generous mouth, not so much laugh-lines more grim determination ones. His black trousers and white business shirt didn’t hide the bulk and hardness of his muscular chest and arms, which, like everything about him, exuded ripe alpha-male power. He was gorgeous. He was married. Her life was a mess. She hated the world.

“Arian?” she said again, shaking her head in disbelief. It couldn’t be. Her stomach heaved, threatening to regurgitate coffee all over his shoes. “I’m fine.” Brushing off his question, she swallowed hard forcing her stomach back down as she tried to wriggle away from his hands. The nausea subsided and anger sprang back up to take its place.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were in Sydney?” she snapped.

“My God, it really is you, then! I saw you through the window and thought it was but didn’t recognise the short hair and snazzy suit.” He grinned, seemingly not noticing her clenched fists and tight lips. “That’s a new look. What gives? Where’s the scruff I used to know and love? Do you doll yourself up like this for work nowadays?”

“No. Let go of me.”

His eyes were devouring her so intently, ignoring her frosty glare, she had to look away unable to withstand the force of his scrutiny. Her movement seemed to snap him out of his astonishment. His shoulders dropped and he shoved his hands into his pockets. “Sorry. It’s just the shock of bumping into you like this. What did you say? Oh, Sydney. Yeah, I was in Sydney. For a few weeks, but I’m back in Perth permanently now as of last week. I joined a firm in the Terrace. I just dropped some documents off at the court.” He gestured to the building across the road and shook his head as though it hurt. “I can’t believe I bumped into you like this. I know Perth is small, but it ain’t that small. Are you working around here?”

“No,” she said breathlessly through tight lips and chattering teeth. “I was just passing, and now I’m going.”

Arian grabbed hold of her again, squinted his eyes and pursed his lips, looking at her as though there was something he wanted to say. Staring back, Harley’s anger briefly vanished and her heart plummeted. Once this strong, powerful, gorgeous man had belonged to her, and she’d walked away. She had been kicking herself about that for quite a while but seeing him again just added a steel-capped boot to the foot she was using. How could I have been so stupid? Well, easily, considering how stupid I’ve been since. Then the anger returned. It wasn’t my fault. It was his.

“Oh. So… What are you doing with yourself these days? Are you working? Are you busy? I know you just had a coffee, but any chance of another one? I’ve got a few minutes, I think. I’d love to catch up.”

“No,” Harley snapped. She wriggled again, but he kept hold of her, looking expectantly for her to say more. A buzzing from his pocket saved her. He pulled out his phone, still holding her with one hand, and after a quick annoyed glance shoved it back in.

“Damn, I have to go,” he said. “I’ve got someone waiting for me at the office. I’d get out of it if I could. If I let you go, you’re not going to suddenly disappear on me again, are you, Hal?” She could hear the underlying bitterness. “Where are you living? Can we meet for lunch or something?”

“No,” Harley said rudely. “I don’t get into town much.”

He pulled out his phone again. “Okay. But give me your number. I’ll call. We can arrange something.”

“No, Arian. I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Harley had thought life couldn’t be any more cruel than it had been already and yet here it was twisting the knife in the still-raw wound that was Arian and re-opening it.

“Why not?” He looked shocked. His phone buzzed again. “Damn.” He shoved it back in his pocket as his brow darkened and furrowed. He lifted her left hand so he could see her fingers. “You’re not married or anything are you? Boyfriend?”

“None of your business.” Harley snatched her hand away. “Let go of me.”

“No ring at least,” he said grimly, his eyes searching her face. “Look, I have to go now, but I really want to see you, Hal. I’ll call your mum and get your number. And I’ll give her mine if you won’t let her give me yours again. Then you call me. Or else.”

“Get lost! Or else what? You can’t just turn up out of the blue and order me around, Arian.”

“You will see me this time, Hal. Like it or not.” His voice and expression brooked no dissent. “Your mother hasn’t moved, has she?” Arian asked as the thought struck him. “She’s still living in the same house in Gooseberry Hill?”

Harley squirmed. She hated lying but didn’t want to give him any information either. Her life was hard enough; she didn’t want to have to explain it to Arian, she didn’t want to be ‘friends’ with a married Arian, and she didn’t want him back in her life briefly and then have to endure another break and another final separation. “No,” she eventually said, her mouth so dry she could barely get the word out.

“So she is,” Arian replied nodding his head. “You’re lying, Hal. Have you forgotten I can always tell when you’re lying?” He tilted her face up so she couldn’t avoid his eyes. His were dark and searching. Then he grinned. “And remember what used to happen when you lied to me?”

“I’m not lying,” Harley said, twisting her face away as she felt her cheeks start to burn, and wriggling to get away from him. He let her go but kept hold of her hand. She looked up at him. “Let go of me.” He shook his head.

“Not lying? That’s another lie, isn’t it? I used to put you over my knee and spank you when you lied to me. Maybe I should do that again, do you think?” His voice and expression suddenly lost all playfulness, and his eyes darkened. “Has anyone else been spanking you since me?”


“No, you don’t think I should do it again? Or no, no-one else has spanked you?”

“Both!” she said hotly, but as the almost forgotten but instantly recognisable ache arose in response to his talking about spanking her, she squeezed her thighs together. “Let me go, Arian,” she demanded. “Or I’ll scream and make a scene.”

“Okay,” he said, immediately letting go of her and raising his hands in mock surrender. “Why are you so angry, Hal?” His phone buzzed again. “Damn. Never mind. You can explain it to me next time. I will find you and next time I see you,” he went on, pulling back and looking into her eyes, “you’re going to have to do some pretty fast talking if you want to get out of going over my knee for lying to me now. It’s been a long time. My hand is itching already.”

And with that parting promise and a quick brush of his lips on her forehead, he was gone.

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4 reviews for The Lawyer’s Secret Baby

  1. Marybeth

    Harley is somewhat naive and managed to become a drug mule. She is caught and is out on bail waiting for her trial. Arian has come back to Perth to win Harley back. This was an entertaining book, but the attitude of entitlement of the men in this book was a bit much. When Harley’s friend Jessamy has a great idea to find the man who set up Harley, the men dismiss her. “I had no idea Jess was a dick, or that she was involved, but I don’t think there’s any need to take her seriously.” And then Arian proceeds to ‘forbid’ Harley from helping Jessamy. I know there has to be a tone of dominant man but to be dismissive of someone just because they are female? Anyways, this is just my opinion. I enjoyed the story and I’m sure there will be a second with Zain and Jessamy. I received a free copy of this book via Booksprout and am voluntarily leaving a review.

  2. Redrabbitt

    I enjoyed the story, which is part mystery, suspense, a touch of danger, involving an over-trusting girl, a devious criminal, and then there is the second chance romance. Throw in a few secrets, a dominant man who refuses to give up on a long term relationship, and a woman who has been hurt, and afraid to trust freely. I love the chemistry between Arian and Harley and glad to see them get the elusive happy ending. BUT, I hope Ms. Polly Carter plans a story for two secondary characters in this story, Zain and Jessamy.

    The story will have Harley, being a good person, helping out those less fortunate, and one scumbag taking advantage of her generosity that leads to her arrest and impending conviction with serious jail time. It will have flashbacks to her younger days, of how and when she met Arian and their relationship until he leaves and moves to the United States and stays longer than he promised. But then, this is the rest of the story, he is back, he refuses to take no for an answer, and he is determined to rekindle the love they had.

    When they met, she wasn’t paying attention and hit his car, but she will get caught by him, and he makes her a deal—she will submit to discipline in the form of a spanking, and he will cover the cost to the car. This is the beginning of their relationship.

    “I’ll cover the cost of fixing my car. And while Dad does have insurance, if he makes a claim, he’ll lose his ‘no claim bonus,’ so I’ll have to pay for the repairs out of my own pocket. I don’t want you to cook or clean for me, but if you decide you want to make amends, I will give you the option of putting yourself across my knee for the bare-bottom spanking you deserve.”

    Fast forward to the present, Harley has gone to town hoping the charges against her could be dropped, but that wasn’t the news she received. Calming down with a cup of coffee, and ready to start crying, she leaves the coffee shop and runs into a man—but not just a man—into Arian. She is as shocked to see him as he is her, but now that he has found her again, he is determined to make things work. She doesn’t tell him her problems or her secrets—and that will be a huge part of this story.

    With her best friend, Jessamy, who wants to be a private detective, they make plans on how to try and find the true culprit, since it seems law enforcement isn’t doing anything along those lines. It will be a dangerous game of cat and mouse, and something Arian has warned her not to do. Bringing in a detective friend, Zain, and having a meeting that will include Jessamy has sparks and fur flying—there is definitely chemistry between Zain and Jessamy, but it isn’t wine and roses.

    The story will gradually have the truth of Harley’s situation, the secret she has been hiding, and how the case proceeds. Will love prevail, and happiness be in their future? Definitely, if Arian has his way–he has too much to lose and he plans to win.

    “I’m just glad I came back. I could have lost you both forever.”

    “The only thing now standing in the way of her happiness was the possibility of her soon being incarcerated in Badyup women’s prison, and the only reason that was a possibility was because she had been preyed on and exploited by the worst kind of parasite.”

  3. Toni

    I can honestly say that there wasn’t anything that I didn’t like about this book. Yes, sometimes Arian and Harley annoyed me but in the same way that friends annoy you. I enjoyed the banter between all of the characters and enjoyed the Australian-ness of it. It came off just right. I’m really hoping that Jessamy and Zain have their own story in the future.

  4. Hope W

    The Lawyers Secret Baby is such a wonderful love story that includes plenty of crime and action to keep you on the edge of your seat and guessing what will happen around each corner. The storyline is believable and the characters are true to life and filled with a large range of emotions throughout the story. Arian and Harley were pulled apart at an intense stage of their love but brought back together at the height of tragic and unforseen circumstances. Arian shows the perfect combination of understanding and acceptance in his part of the breakup after he realizes what caused the beginning of this long seperation. However he is only so understanding and does not think twice about putting Harley over his knee for a well deserved spanking when needed. The author knew how to write a deep friendship that went beyond the surface. Jessamay will stop at nothing to help her dear friend through this time of uncertainty. This brought about times of warmth but other times of smiles and laughs. However, in the end my favorite character was little Lyddia. She was precious and fillied with warmth, love, and attitude. Overall this book had everything I want in a great read. While this was the first book I have read by this author it won’t be the last. Way to go! I voluntarily received an arc copy of this book.

    I received a free copy of this book via Booksprout and am voluntarily leaving a review.

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