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Title: AlteritySeries: Alterity, Book 1

Tagline: Passion. Love. Music.

Author: Ashlynne Laynne

Publisher: Q-Rotic Press

Cover Art: Willsin Rowe

Release Date: June 27, 2015

Genre: Romance

Sub-genres: Rocker, Interracial/Multicultural, Contemporary

From the award-winning author of the Progeny Series, comes a different type of love story. Alterity is the first book in a rocker-based romance succession focusing on passion, love, and music.​​


Alterity (Alterity Series, Book 1)

Passion. Love. Music.​​

A man struggling to gain his independence…

Every aspect of Austin MacKenzie’s life is governed by a generations-old code instituted by his Scottish forefathers. But rather than be groomed to take over the family empire, he struggles to free himself from the bonds of an arranged marriage to a woman within Scottsdale’s societal circles.

A woman simply struggling to survive…

Raised by a drug-addicted mother in one of the roughest parts of Phoenix, Liz Carlisle just wants a way out. A nursing student, she’s determined to make a difference and reach her ultimate goal of becoming a pediatric nurse.

With music as a common ground…

After a chance encounter at a band audition, Austin and Liz discover that they share a love of music. Despite their differences, an attraction forms that will alter their lives forever and rip their worlds apart.

Excerpt from Alterity​​

I want you, Liz.” He’d put it out into the universe, deciding he was no longer able to maintain a reasonable amount of distance. “I want you more than I want to draw my next breath. I can’t just be your friend anymore. My feelings go way deeper. Something’s happening between us. I know it’s only been a short time, but I can’t think straight. For the first time in my life, I’m free to imagine a future that’s so different from anything I’ve ever dreamed. I want you in that future.”

Speaking the truth, aloud, made things so much clearer.

Lifting her head from his beating heart, Liz made eye contact again, her gaze liquid and assessing. She placed his hand over her chest. “Can you feel that? This is what you do to me.”

Her heart thumped against his palm, beating in a rhythm that closely mimicked his own.

“I understand why we can’t make love, and I’m okay with waiting and taking things slow.” She paused, her stare tunneling deeper. “Just promise me that we’ll get there someday.”

“I promise.” He murmured, “Is breá liom tú,” against her lips, speaking the words he’d heard his father say to his mother hundreds of time. It was a tender term of endearment he didn’t speak lightly, because it meant he was surrendering a part of himself to Liz. The fact that he’d spoken it in the tongue of his Scottish ancestors meant much more.

And he did love her, more with each passing day.

A smile turned her lips up, her expression filled with wonder and confusion. “What did you just say?”

“I love you.” The weight of inevitability crushed Austin’s chest just as surely as the relief of full disclosure caused his heart to soar. He ran the knuckles of his hands up and down the curve of her neck, stopping at the beauty mark ornamenting the hollow of her throat. Nature had taken the time to mark the glowing patch of skin, so Austin figured it was worth the effort to give it a kiss. “God, I’m so crazy about you.”

Liz straddled his lap, her arms winding around him as she sobbed into his neck. “I love you, too, Texas.”

Austin crushed her to him, cherishing every inch of her skin with the pads of his fingertips. He was no longer in a state of alterity, because he’d unearthed that singular sense of contentment that only came from finding the other half of your soul. His heart was no longer lost because it was knitted to hers, his whole world existing right there in her arms. Their mouths joined, accepting and tasting one another and Austin was well aware that he was losing his way. Falling too hard. Feeling too much. Compromising everything he’d ever been told for one tiny moment. He felt the commotion of his chaotic life calm to a crawl with each soft caress of her lips. Liz was stripping him bare and he was bargaining eternity for the love of a raven-haired angel who was slowly taking him over.


Meet Ashlynne Laynne…​

Ashlynne Laynne is the author of contemporary romance and the award-winning erotic paranormal romance succession, The Progeny Series, as well as an accomplished songwriter and poet. She’s an avid horror movie fan, admitted vamp groupie, and lover of all things Celtic. A hopeless romantic, she’s always had a thing for the fanged ones and hot guys in kilts.

Ashlynne writes on the edge and combines erotica and romance in sensual tales that always feature heroes with heart. A flexitarian, Ashlynne enjoys cooking vegetarian recipes that support a healthier lifestyle. In her spare time, she likes to read, watch crime shows, and spend time with her family. Ashlynne juggles the hats of wife, mother, full time employee and part-time writer, hoping to write exclusively in the future.

Ms. Laynne is an advocate of autism research and is always looking for projects to benefit the cause. She lives in the southern United States with her husband and son.
Ashlynne Stats

Zodiac: Leo (Born July 25)

Favorite Music Genres: Alt Rock, 90’s Grunge, Pop

Favorite Musical Acts: Maroon 5, Rihanna, Lil Wayne, Bruno Mars, Jay-Z, Beyoncé, Imagine Dragons, Florida Georgia Line, Adele, Rob Zombie, Robin Thicke, Kings of Leon, Coldplay, Drake, Justin Timberlake, Sam Smith, Ariana Grande, Eminem, Evanescence

Favorite Movie Genre: Horror

Favorite Actors: Denzel Washington, Robert Pattinson, Jamie Dornan, Sam Heughan, Tyler Nixon, Brad Pitt, Idris Elba, Liam Neeson, Colley Bailey, Matthew McConaughey, Ethan Hawke, Bradley Cooper, Mark Wahlberg

Favorite Actresses: Jennifer Lawrence, Halle Berry, Zoe Kravitz, Caitriona Balfe, Melissa McCarthy, Eliza Dushku

Favorite Movies: The Craft, Titanic, Goodfellas, The Conjuring, Sinister, The Covenant, American Hustle, Sliver

Favorite Television Shows: Family Guy, Outlander, Deadly Women, Wives with Knives

Favorite Color: Pink

Favorite Authors: Stephen King, Anne Rice, Diana Gabaldon, Sylvia Day

Book Boyfriends: Gideon Cross from the Crossfire Novels, James Fraser from the Outlander Series, Zsadist from the Black Dagger Brotherhood

Favorite Literary Heroines: Katniss Everdeen from the Hunger Games Series, Claire Beauchamp from the Outlander Series

Foods: Yogurt, Chocolate Milk, Chicken Alfredo

About The Alterity Series

Passion. Love. Music.​

The Alterity Series is not your ordinary rocker romance succession, and Austin MacKenzie isn’t some caricature meant to epitomize the proverbial bad boy. His life is governed by a generations-old code that influences every facet of his existence. When he meets nursing student, Liz Carlisle, they rediscover mutual passions for music and a desire for one another.

This series is contemporary romance intended for adults and contains adult sensuality, language, and themes.

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The Alterity Series is available exclusively on Amazon and can be read for free with a Kindle Unlimited subscription.


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Thursday Threads – Char Chaffin

Today we welcome Char Chaffin to Thursday Threads!! 

Char is one of my favourite people in the world and her books are extraordinary! I highly recommend reading Jesse’s Girl!!






 Tim O’Malley returns to his home town of Skitter Lake, Ohio, to clear his name and get the girl: Dorothy Whitaker, the love of his life since eighth grade. Blamed for a destructive fire he didn’t set, only Tim and Dorothy know the truth; that Jesse Prescott, Tim’s best friend and Dorothy’s boyfriend, did the deed that changed an entire town. But Jesse died in that tragedy and seven years later, Skitter Lake still honors him as a hero, rather than Tim, the boy from the seedy side of town whose father was a drunk . . . and whose quick actions saved six people from perishing in that horrendous fire. 

In trying to set the record straight and finally claim Dorothy as his own, Tim—and Dorothy, too—will discover that in some small towns the legend often outweighs the truth . . . and their family and friends will forever see Dorothy as “Jesse’s girl.”


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Now the need to lock Dorothy in a tight embrace, and never let go, overwhelmed him. He would have picked her up and carried her to his car, then driven her all the way back to Los Angeles just to get her away from a life he instinctively knew made her miserable. Tim remembered her folks. Wilma Whitaker had been a difficult woman when she was healthy and relatively happy. He couldn’t imagine how losing Dorothy’s dad would have twisted Wilma up inside.

He must have squeezed too tightly, because Dorothy let out a breathy gasp and wriggled until he loosened his arms. She stepped backward with a blush and downcast eyes. “I really do have to go, Tim.” She raised her head and all the longing he’d already been experiencing, all the need, was plain to see on her lovely face, for about half a second.

Then, her expression shuttered, she picked up her purse from the battered nightstand next to the bed where she’d laid it, and moved toward the door. Tim followed, unsure what to say even though a hundred different lines crowded his head. Stay with me. Get to know me, again. Love me, the way I never stopped loving you.

They remained locked behind his compressed lips as he escorted her to the door and wished the last seven years had never happened.

In the open doorway she formed a smile that fell short of her eyes. “I’m glad we got to spend a little time together, Tim.” She slipped her arms around his waist for a quicksilver hug, then stepped back before he could reciprocate. “Please give your folks my best when you get back home.”

Tim flicked his eyes up to hers, then over her face, prettier than ever and without a speck of makeup. Her silky, red-blonde hair, combed back in its usual ponytail, was so unlike the current style he’d seen not only in California but here in Skitter Lake. Her dress wouldn’t have been out of place at the sock hops he remembered from twelfth grade. It was almost as if Dorothy Whitaker had frozen herself in time.

And he suddenly knew he wouldn’t be leaving at the end of the week. He’d stick around and see what was what. For Dorothy, and maybe even for Jesse.

Slowly, Tim reached out and clasped her fingers, then her wrist. Before he could talk himself out of it, he yanked her into his arms, up against his body, catching the back of her head, right below her ponytail. As her lips parted to speak, protest, whatever, he covered them with a kiss that spun out of control the instant it began. He wound an arm around her waist to anchor her tightly, but she’d already thrust her hands into his hair as she kissed him back. Tim groaned into her mouth and felt it echo back to him in the whimper she uttered that throbbed in the scant space between them.

For what seemed like an eternity, he kissed her, deep, then slow, then fast, greedy, pouring years of want and desire into a single, perfect moment. If he’d ever kissed another woman like this, he couldn’t remember. He deepened the kiss even more, and felt her fingers fist reflexively in his hair. He didn’t care if she ripped it out by the handfuls, as long as she never let go.

And as if she’d somehow heard his thoughts, she stiffened, opened her fists, slapped her hands on his chest, and pushed until he released her lips. Rosy red and swollen, they quivered as she stared up at him with shock in her eyes. She pushed again, a silent demand for him to let her go. It about killed him, but he loosened his arms and stepped back.

Silently, Tim bent to pick up the purse she’d dropped, and gave it to her. As her fingers closed over the pale yellow leather, she whispered, “Why?”

He managed—barely—to keep his hands to himself as he replied, “Because I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying. And when I do leave, Dorothy, you’ll be coming with me.”


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Fall Into Reading Blog Hop – Historical Weekend! #FallReading #bookboost @books_n_pearls


The Viking and the Courtesan
by Shehanne Moore
Historical Romance

In 898 AD she wasn’t just from another land.
Wrecking a marriage is generally no problem for the divorce obtaining, Lady Malice Mallender. But she faces a dilemma when she’s asked to ruin her own. Just how businesslike should she remain when the marriage was never consummated and kissing her husband leads to Sin–a handsome Viking who wants her for a bed slave in name only?
She came from another time.
Viking raider Sin Gudrunsson wants one thing. To marry his childhood sweetheart. Only she’s left him before, so he needs to keep her on her toes, and a bed slave, in name only, seems just the thing. Until he meets Malice.
One kiss is all it takes to flash between two worlds
But when one kiss is no longer enough, which will it be? Regency London? Or Viking Norway? Will Malice learn what governs the flashes? Can Sin?
Where worlds collide can love melt the iciest heart?

As she stared at the blackened blades of grass inches beneath her nose, Malice did her best to stop her jaw from dropping but it did it anyway. A bed slave? Had she ever heard of such a thing? No, although she had a fairly good idea what it entailed. How shocking was that? Worse than anything Strictly had ever done. Fortunately it would not be her. After all, she was disguised as a boy.
Beside her, Gentle lumbered to her feet. “Sir—”
“Yes. I know. You’re a cook—”
“Yes, I am a cook–”
“Who cooks for all the good sisters here. Well, that’s good to know but I don’t need a cook.”
“I’m the cook who gave that order.”
Malice edged her head around. Then she edged it back. How dreadful to be so desperate. Last night she’d been desperate too, in all kinds of ways. But to go telling a man you’d done something you hadn’t, in order to be his bed slave…well…she had never been that desperate where a man was concerned, had she?
Of course the poor soul had a face only a mother could love. And maybe not at that. This was certainly proving interesting. What was Sin going to say to that? Would he be as good as his word?
“You? Gave that order?”
Finally Mother Bede spoke, in a honeyed tone too. Was she going to offer herself instead? It hardly mattered, so long as it wasn’t Malice herself.
“Gentle, you cannot take the blame. It is a sin to lie.”
“Oh I’m not lying, Holy Mother. You are.”
What? What was this man? Handsome? That women were queuing to get into bed with him? She lifted her head, squinting through the mist.

Author Bio
When not cuddling inn signs in her beloved Scottish mountains alongside Mr Shey, or spending time with her family, Shehanne Moore writes dark and smexy historical romance, featuring bad boys who need a bad girl to sort them out. She firmly believes everyone deserves a little love, forgiveness and a second chance in life.

Shehanne caused general apoplexy when she penned her very first story, The Hore House Mystery—aged seven. What hasn’t she worked at while pursuing her dream of becoming a published author? She also loves playing various musical instruments, decorating and hearing from readers, not necessarily in that order.

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Thursday Threads – Claire Gem

SMP title: Phantom Traces

Heat Level: Simmering. There are two love scenes, open door.

Genre: Contemporary w/paranormal elements


A hunky history professor in a tweed jacket, a cheeky Goth chick, and a pipe-smoking, book-hurling ghost. Put them all together in an antiquated library and, well…

Professor Jack Wood’s silver-streaked hair definitely ages him, and he can thank Killer Dawn for that. He won’t be falling into the love trap again anytime real soon. But this new librarian has him curious, with her head-to-toe black Goth garb, piercings, and a defiant attitude to match. Definitely not his type of girl, but still…

Abigail Stryker’s got her work cut out for her. The last two librarians didn’t last a month before airborne books chased them off. But Abby’s determined to make her new life a go – and to stay as far away from older men as possible. Once was enough. Might be tough to do when the library’s best patron is none other than dreamy-eyed Jack Wood. And it seems the eccentric ghost may have taken a shine to her as well.


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At that moment, the lights in the building flickered, dropping dim and pale. They pulsed for a beat, then went completely out. It was still light outside, though the fading twilight cast the interior into near blackness.

“What the . . .” She looked around, wrapping her arms around herself and instinctively moving a step closer to Jack.

“Oh, that’s not unusual around here.” His voice was calm and reassuring. “Blue Ridge Power is infamous for testing transformers at the darnedest times of day.”

By the time he finished speaking, the lights began to glow, then steadily increased until they were fully illuminated. He grinned over at her. “At least it doesn’t last long.”

His killer smile shot a jitter through her middle again. She smiled back but found she couldn’t hold his gaze long without feeling as if she had a fever coming on. She turned away.

“I’d better let you get to work,” she mumbled, then scooted around the reception desk and into the back room.

Tea. I just need a cup of peppermint tea to get my mind back where it belongs.

As she stood in the small anteroom, she could feel Jack watching her from his seat across the way. She dunked the tea bag in the steaming water for way longer than necessary. As the pale green essence oozed into the water, all she could think of was how the hue almost matched the color of his eyes.


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Welcome Kim Hotzon!

Today we welcome Kim Hotzon! She is showing off her amazing looking new book called Hands Full of Ashes. I can’t wait to read this book!

Check it out :)

Back Cover Blurb

Olivia promises to fulfill her dying husband’s wish – to scatter his ashes around the world. Wading through grief and depression, she journeys to a remote orphanage in Uganda. Living amongst the children in their threadbare surroundings, she vows to fight for the children’s lives as she begins to fight for her own. While Olivia develops a passion for humanitarian work, the lonely director of the orphanage develops a simmering passion for her.

Just as time begins to heal the wounds of her heart, Olivia learns the truth of her husband’s unimaginable betrayal. She flees to the tiny country of Rwanda where her soul is reawakened with a startling new love. Olivia realizes that love always comes with a price when she is faced with a decision she thought she would never have to make.

Surrounded by the rugged beauty of Africa, Olivia is determined to find true love while learning how to survive in a region left torn apart by civil war.


Here is a teaser for Hands Full of Ashes:

A sensual, romantic suspense novel inspired by a journey of love in Africa.

Permission was what she sought. Olivia desperately wanted to push forward with her burgeoning relationship with Roger. The desire to be loved, held and protected was an unwavering force, pulsating relentlessly. Danni’s abduction weighed on her every day, but she needed to allow herself, on some level, to keep on living, however marginally it would prove to be. In the brief time she had known him, Olivia had received continuous support from Roger. He had put up with her crying spells, her morose state of mind, for days on end. ​

Now it was time for her to release part of her soul. Yesterday belonged to the past. There was today. She would not think yet about tomorrow. She removed the leather pouch from around her neck and put it away, in her backpack. The dual chamber of her heart existed together, side by side. One for Jack. There is room for another. Let Roger take his place. As she lay on the bed beside him, she felt a pull of electricity surge between them.


Ooooh I want to read that!!

Buy link: http://www.amazon.com/Hands-Full-Ashes-Kim-Hotzon-ebook/dp/B00S78OGUC


Kim Hotzon

Author Bio

In October 2012, Kim Hotzon signed up as a volunteer with Developing World Connections, a Canadian non-profit organization. Partnering with the Rwandan based Building Bridges Rwanda, Kim journeyed to a rural village in Rwanda to help construct a community kitchen for genocide survivors.

Her experience inspired her to write Hands Full of Ashes, and to capture the remarkable spirit of an African nation emerging from its dark past, toward a future focused on economic development and ethnic reconciliation. As Kim traveled throughout the region of East Africa, a portrait of the book’s hero and heroine emerged, and as Jan and Olivia came to life, they had to navigate the conflicts of the region while searching for what most of us want: true love.

Ms. Hotzon lives in British Columbia with her husband and children and she has dedicated many years in Adult Special Education, teaching adults with learning disabilities at Kwantlen Polytechnic University.


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Thanks Kim for joining us today!!

Welcome Maggie Mundy!!

Today we welcome Maggie Mundy to the page. She has a couple of amazing looking books out called World Apart and World Change. I know these are definitely cued up on my kindle!! Check them out …

World Apart

Clare and Trevi have made their way through a portal to get back to Earth. Instead they find themselves on a dying world as a mysterious mist closes in. Trevi’s scarred twin brother, Celi, has accompanied them. He meets a female magician called Fane, who is an outcast like him. In this world only men are magicians and they believe her existence is the cause for the mist. Fane and Trevi learn to trust and eventually love each other,as they fight to find a way to save the world. There are people who want Fane, but Celi will use all his powers as a vampire to stop them.



Celi didn’t move. He crouched against the wall with his hands over his face. He was disfigured and repulsive. His long matted hair reached down passed his shoulders and had offered some protection so no one would have to look upon his deformed face. The guards who had taunted him over the years would sometimes show him a mirror so he could see the scared reflection. He hadn’t needed to see it to know it was there. He lived with the agony of it every day. He retracted his fangs for fear she would hurt him again.

“You don’t need to look at me, but I need to chop this hair off. The days of a comb doing any good here are long gone. Do you have name?” Fane said, as she gently touched his head this time. She offered her other hand to help him stand.

“Celi.” He took her hand in his, hesitant the same sparks he had felt before would return. He limped across to a chair and sat while he still kept the other hand covering his face. He could hear the snip of scissors and gazed between his fingers at the pile of matted hair growing on the floor at his feet.

“Damn,” Fane yelled as she moved away holding her hand.

Celi’s fangs pop through his gums again at the smell of her blood. It was unlike any he had smelt before. She backed away as he reached out and grabbed her hand in his. He didn’t care if she hurt him again. She smelt so good he had to taste her.

“Let go,” she shouted.

She had cut her thumb and the beautiful trial of red blood was flowing down to her wrist. He leant forward and licked the wound clean. Trevi had showed him how this had healed Clare when she had been injured when they had first met. He could only hope the same. He had to be honest to himself though and admit he wouldn’t have resisted if he could. The door to his room flung open as two guards rushed in with swords drawn. Celi scuffled across and pressed up against the wall to get away from them. His heart beat fast as he waited for the attack he knew would come. Fane put up her hand to stop them before they attacked.

“It’s alright; I just nipped myself with the shears.”

“You should have left the hair on. At least it covered his ugly mug. He’s more of a freak than you are.” The soldiers laughed and shook his head as he left.

Fane held her hand up as she glanced across at him. “Take no note of them. You’re a strange one though. That’s the first time I’ve seen a bloodsucker heal a person and not feast on them. Didn’t know they could heal wounds with a lick. It’s a secret they have kept well hidden on this world. Now put those fangs away and sit down and let me finish.”

His head felt lighter and his breathing became slower as his body relaxed. He didn’t speak, but let Fane continue until he was shorn. He tried to understand the sensation her blood had given him. It was not like the humans or the animals he knew of. It was not evil like Sari’s, but even the small amount he had taken had eased his pain. For a second the cloud covering his right eye had cleared, and the room had come more clearly into focus. Now it was the same as before. He had glimpsed something else. The blood had given them a connection for a moment before she had shielded her mind. The Lady Alicia had sent her here, but Fane had not wanted to come. She had feared him, but felt she had no choice. If she was to be allowed to stay longer with this clan she had to gain information for them.


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World ChangeClare gets transported from present day Florence to an alternate world, one that looks like fourteenth century Italy. The only way back is through a portal half a world away, plus the local High priestess wants her dead, and the only one she can trust is a vampire called Trevi. He is the only one who exits in this world, and she knows more about what he is than he does. He is hard to resist, especially when he saves her life. Trevi can take her home but he is keeping one big secret. She will have to be like him to survive the journey through the portal back to her world making a myth a reality. 

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All About Maggie

Maggie Mundy lives in Adelaide, Australia and is a member of Romance Writers of Australia, and the local chapter SARA (South Australian Romance Authors). She recently completed a Bachelor of Arts in Drama and English at Flinders University. 

She has three books out with Rogue Phoenix Press. Two erotic novellas called Blood Scent and Blood Oath and paranormal romances called World Change and World Apart. She also has a supernatural thriller out with Soul Mate Publishing called Hidden Mortality and paranormal romance called Unknown Protector.

She has also performed for many years in corporate entertainment for which she wrote her own sketches, which probably explains why her head is so full of characters. She loves writing romance but thinks falling in love can be scary, especially in her stories where creatures of the night really exist. 

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Thanks for dropping by Maggie!!

Thursday Threads – Rachel Sharp

Today on Thursday Threads we welcome Rachel Sharpe! 


AUTHOR: Rachel Sharpe

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Blurb: “It all started with a favor…”

When private investigator Jordan James agreed to search for the missing son of a U.S. Ambassador, she didn’t realize she was walking into a case one hundred years in the making. The deeper she delves into this unusual assignment, the more shocking, and the more dangerous, it becomes. With time running out and lives at stake, Jordan must race to identify the culprit of an elaborate plot while also uncovering a far more personal truth too intimate to ignore…

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“So, when was the last time you saw Arthur?” I asked as the guys cheered when one of Stuart’s sons scored a touchdown with George’s help.

Michelle stared past the men. “I guess the last time I saw him was at Easter. Since Mr. and Mrs. Cross couldn’t make it back from London in time, we went over to Stuart’s house in Falmouth. I was surprised to see him there.”

“Why? Does he usually avoid family holidays?”

She clapped when Rick carried one of the twins over the “goal line” for a touchdown. She looked back at me and shrugged. “To be honest, I haven’t seen Arthur many times in all the years I’ve been married to Eddie. He lives and works in Middletown but just always seems too busy to come around. Eddie never gave me specifics, but I think Arthur tries to stay away from his family for some reason.”

“He didn’t say why?”

“No,” she shook her head. “Can’t say I blame him…”

I found myself more confused every time I learned more about this situation. As I sat there, I considered all the things I knew as fact. First, Arthur Cross was missing and had been missing for several days. Second, his family was concerned enough about his disappearance that they felt it necessary for his parents to fly in from London, but they did not want to involve the police as it might generate unwanted publicity. Third, they were going to a lot of trouble pretending like nothing was wrong.

I looked across the yard and saw the Crosses watching their children and grandchildren with absolute enjoyment. The last thing I knew was by far the most troubling fact of all. As I sat there, it became crystal clear that this family was hiding a secret. What I didn’t know at the time was how great the secret was and how many lives its revelation would affect, including my own.



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