DON’T MISS THESE AWARD WINNING BOOKS BY JENNIFER RAINES | TAYLOR’S LAW
Tell me a secret andI’ll tell you a lie.
Ella Anderson adores her niece. Despite struggling to make ends meet, accepting her dying sister’s request she raise Tessa as her own is a no brainer. Until she receives a summons from a legal goliath on behalf of a wealthy stranger claiming paternity and, potentially, custody of her child.
Jake Taylor has been ripped off one too many times. Yet the letter from a woman claiming his cousin fathered her child feels real. His aunt and uncle are desperate for a grandchild. When the child’s aunt shows up in his office in place of the child’s mother, he smells fraud.
Secrets and lies bubble to the surface, threatening Ella and Jake’s growing attraction. In a minefield of divided loyalties, can Ella trust Jake to make the right decision about custody of Tessa?
Jennifer’s book is great for fans of contemporary romances where attraction blossoms into breath-stealing passion, where mutual respect leads lovers to also being friends, and where humour and tolerance enliven a deep and abiding love.
Jennifer likes to think her readers get occasional hints of the deep passion of a Nora Roberts or the unshakeable loyalty of a Grace Burrowes where love conquers loneliness, distrust and fear.
EXCERPT
“Who are you?” he demanded.
The tension in his liquid chocolate voice rippled through her. This man couldn’t be Tessa’s father. The ferocity of her denial rattled her. Every cell refused to accept he’d been her sister’s lover. And some remnant of reasoned thought nagged at her. He’d have eaten Chrissy alive.
“Eleanor Anderson.” With an effort, she gathered her professional poise. “Chrissy’s sister. Ella. You must be Drew.” She reached out a hand.
“You know damn well I’m not Drew.”
“If you aren’t Drew, who are you?” Off-balanced by his instant attack, she tried to steady her jumpy nerves. Withdrawing her hand, she turned to the older man, who was staring at Tessa. “Mr. Taylor, your letter requested Chrissy meet you here about Drew Browning’s paternity and ...” She stumbled to a halt over the word “custody,” then shook her head as a bizarre idea formed. “You can’t be Drew?”
“I’m his father, Peter.” His presence confused her further but confirmed the identity of the pirate king.
She stretched out a hand for a second time. “Then you must be Mr. Taylor. Good morning.”
“Where’s Chrissy?” Taylor demanded.
Before she could answer, Tessa’s soft voice ricocheted around the room. “Mama’s in heaven.”