This
is an excerpt for a follow up novel to the romantic-suspense bestseller, She Belongs to Me. Though there aren’t
really any spoilers, you can bypass this sample and read more about the first
book here.
Excerpt:
Jaynee bounded down the stairs
as she heard Jordan tromping up them. “Jaynee, we’re gonna—”
“Right here…” They’d almost
collided on the bend. “You know the problem with turning forty?” she asked
while he dragged her in his wake.
He smiled down at her. “Um,
yeah, or at least I did five years ago. I think I forgot.” Jordan always joked
about memory loss. But she suspected he forgot things when it served him, like
school functions and teacher conferences.
She laughed as he opened the
door to their F-150, lending her a hand as she hopped up onto the running
boards and sank into the leather seat of his lifted four-wheel-drive truck. “It
takes twice as long to look half as good.”
“Jaynee,” he said, pausing and
resting his hand on her knee, “you look
twice as good. You’re One Hot Momma,”
he sang the words of the old country song he loved.
He closed her inside the cab
next to her twelve-year-old daughter Johanna. Johanna’s twin brother Justin was
in the back with his seven-year-old twin siblings Jacob and Jeremy.
They were the six Js. Corny as
it was it was still cute. It’d become rather difficult when Jordan yelled at
the boys, however. Usually it came out as, “Jus…Jac—I mean, Jeremy”. Jeremy was
the problem child. He was always catching his father’s wrath for something he
did or didn’t do.
Justin, her only introverted child,
was lost in his music. He had about five minutes before Jordan insisted he
remove his earphones. Jacob sat in the middle, interested in everything, eager
to please his father. And Johanna, well, she had her father wrapped around her
finger, along with all the teenaged boys in the neighborhood already chomping
at the bit for her to be old enough to date. The problem, Johanna didn’t look twelve.
She looked sixteen, even though Jordan insisted she not wear makeup and never
allowed her to leave the house in anything too revealing. There was simply no
way to mask her curves and beauty. She was also a tomboy. She enjoyed horseback
riding and motorbikes, and yet, could be prissy as a princess. In summary, she
was identical to Jaynee as a teenager, sans all the horrible circumstances.
There would be no reason she shouldn’t accomplish anything she wanted.
What
would her daughter want in life? Jaynee wondered. Would she
want to marry and settle down, or would she choose a different path?
Until
next time, happy reading!
Carmen
DeSousa
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