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My life hasn’t been going well of late. Recently contacted by a girl who claims to be my sister, I’m now haunted by a family I never knew about, and swore to never associate with. After all, I was given away at birth; why should I care about anyone who would abandon me?

I’ve worked for years as a patrol cop, beating the streets of my hometown, of San Francisco until I learn my husband is cheating on me. The need to escape to a family who doesn’t really know me becomes the only viable solution; and one I never dreamed I’d pursue. But I must get out of this city, and now! I can’t stand to breathe the same air as Sam Ford.

Sam Ford. The sole ruler of my heart for decades. The day we got married, I thought I was starting the life of our dreams forever, even if we struggled to start a family, I believed we loved each other enough to survive anything… but apparently, not that. Sam managed to shatter my heart into a million pieces, and I’m not sure it can ever be glued back together again, no matter who attempts to.

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“Loved it! While reading it, I felt every emotion, big or small, that Natalie was feeling. It was impossible to put down once I started reading it.” –Akiko, Goodreads Reviewer


“This story was most definitely a Kleenex moment. Yes there is cheating involved. I am not a fan but it was done well - if at makes any sense.” –Ilene, Goodreads Reviewer


“This book made me think and take a look at my own relationship with my husband. I think when a book can make you think and feel and produce emotions, it has done it's job. Loving this series!” –Rose, Goodreads Reviewer


“I knew before going into this book it was going to be an emotional punch. Leanne Davis doesn’t write stand alone books. For you to get the full emotional significance of each story you need to have read all the books both the Sister series and now the Daughter series.” –Cindy, SnS Reviews



His forehead rests on mine and his breath is warm on my nose as he leans down and kisses my eyelids. “Do you remember the first time I kissed you?” he whispers, his eyes so close to mine, we’re almost cross–eyed. I inhale sharply at the memory. Of course I remember the night on his parents’ couch. My heart was as hurt as it is right now, actually. My mother was dying. The shock and reality of that had not yet set in. Just the words. And he was home and acting like he never knew me. I all but kicked him in my fury for him to notice me. But then, somehow, we got close and I told him the news I’d yet to utter out loud. Then we kissed. We kissed and he instantly had my heart. Always. I just hadn’t been mature or brave enough to admit it until that moment.

“I remember,” I whisper. My eyes are still shut. I’m pretending that I shouldn’t send him away. Pretending we are okay.

“It felt like the first time I ever kissed a girl.” His statement is simple and sweet. I open my eyes to him. He smiles a boyish, almost shy grin. “I never felt that way with any girl before. I haven’t since, either. I love you, Nat. I know, I know how much you think I don’t. But I do. I would do anything to change what I did.” His gaze is as compelling as a flame to someone suffering from hypothermia. “But I would never change you. You’re here. I don’t care how it happened. I’m just glad it did.”

Tears cover my face because right now, that’s exactly what I want to hear. I was born to an innocent woman who had to suffer unspeakable torture caused by other people’s decisions. That doesn’t make me feel glad I’m here and alive. I am a victim, but Jessie is so much more a victim than I am. I feel so alone, except for Sam.

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