Secrets Rising

When Rebecca Patterson's parents die in an automobile crash, she is shocked to find a note hidden in a locked drawer. "I thank you for what you're doing for Rebecca. I know you'll give her a good home and loving family, all the things I can't...If she ever finds out you're not her natural parents, you must not, under any circumstances, let her try to find me."Devastated by this revelation that her mother and father lied to her, weren't really her parents, Rebecca determines to find her biological parents. She hires private investigator, Jake Thornton, a rugged man who dresses in black, has eyes the color of the midnight summer sky and dark hair a little too long and shaggy, as though he hasn't taken time for a haircut lately.Jake knows from experience that his new client's quest may not end happily. Her birth mother isn't looking for her. She doesn't want to be found. She isn't waiting with champagne and roses to greet her long-lost daughter. Rebecca will likely be disappointed, and he's not sure she's strong enough to withstand another disappointment after the twin shocks of losing her parents to death and discovering she's adopted.Jake is attracted to his tall, willowy client with her shiny blond hair and blue-green eyes that seem a combination of the trees and the Texas sky. He yearns to touch her, make love to her, smooth her brow, dig up loving parents for her, make everything all right.He knows that's impossible. He's loved and lost enough family to be wary of becoming involved with someone who needs a permanent relationship. His motto is "Love and let go," while Rebecca feels lost and alone and desperately needs to find someone to belong to. No matter how much he might want her, he can't let her mistake passion for something else, can't let her count on him for anything else when passion is all he has to give and all he wants to take.Their search for her birth family takes them to a small town three hours from Dallas. On the surface, Edgewater is an idyllic... Overview: I grew up in a small rural town in Oklahoma where our favorite entertainment on summer evenings was to sit outside under the stars and tell stories. When I went to bed at night, instead of a lullaby, I got a story. That could be due to the fact that everybody in my family has a singing voice like a bullfrog with laryngitis, but they sure could tell stories - ghost stories, funny stories, happy stories, scary stories. For as long as I can remember I've been a storyteller. Thank goodness for computers so I can write down my stories. It's hard to make listeners sit still for the length of a book! Like my family's tales, my stories are funny, scary, dramatic, romantic, paranormal, magic. Besides writing, my interests are reading, eating chocolate and riding my Harley.