When Mistaken Identity collides with Secret Identity, who wins?
JACOB HAS COME A LONG WAY FOR AN ORPHANED FOSTER KID. He has a mentor, a great job, and has finally fallen in love. Granted, she mistook him for a stalker when they met, but every relationship has its little problems. Unfortunately, for the past few years, as the object of his affection pops in and out of his life, she has refused to share any personal info, like where she’s from, or her real name. Regardless, Jacob is ready to take their relationship to the next level. Now, if only he can locate her so he can tell her.
CASEY’S FAMILY IS IN THE WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM. Safety has to be their only priority. Their cover has been blown before, so Casey knows at any given time they could be forced to disappear again. Obviously, a shy young man with hopeful eyes cannot possibly be added to the mix. You cannot build a relationship like that. Now, if only she can stop thinking about him.
JACOB’S AND CASEY’S WORLDS UNEXPECTEDLY COLLIDE when Jacob inadvertently helps hide her family. Exposed to their 24-7 vigilance, Jacob realizes he must come up with a plan to keep them out of harm’s way, because this time if Casey disappears, she will be taking with her Jacob’s heart, and his hopes of finally having a family of his own.
Book Excerpt 2:
Jacob’s cell phone rang, and he glanced at the display. “Hey, Dr. Don.”
“Hey, yourself,” replied his roommate. “So, today’s the big day. Where are you heading?”
“I’m still not sure. They haven’t come down yet. But you know how Mr. Hatch is. He tells me where we’re going when we get into the car. I only know we won’t be back until tomorrow.”
“Well, then, this is a great time for a reality check.”
He groaned. “Just stop. You are not going to med school to be a psychiatrist—”
“Unh-uh. Don’t want to hear it. Jake, it’s your twenty-first birthday. Time to find yourself a girl. A real girl. A close encounter of the female kind.”
“Believe me, buddy, I always check out the girls at the fairs,” hedged Jacob. He needed to put a stop to this.
“Yeah, well, do something besides check them out. Find one who has a name.”
“Whatever.” Jacob began pacing the room. His friend’s repeated good intentions grated on his nerves.
“I know you better than you think I do, Jake, and I’m telling you, you can’t have a future with someone you think you might run into. Find someone who lives in your neighborhood. Or at least in your state.”
“Hey, how about finding someone who will tell you her real name? Wouldn’t that be fun?”
He stopped pacing and growled, “Can we drop this?”
“C’mon, Jake. You hung out with her one time at some random fair last year.”
“Don’t forget, I also saw her at that craft fair in Stowe—”
“You think you saw her. It could have been anybody. It doesn’t count.”
Oh, no. It counted. In early October, after The Big E, he had driven William to a fair in Vermont, and twice, while wandering around the fairgrounds, he’d thought he had spotted the girl. As he tried to approach her, she had disappeared into the crowd, but he was sure it had been her. Pretty sure.
Catching sight of her again in early December in New Hampshire had almost a cosmic feel to it—three different fairs in three different states. Jacob had managed to introduce himself, although she coyly had not returned the courtesy. They’d spent several hours together enjoying the fair before she slipped away into the crowd, leaving him with no way to contact her.
Mystified by the meaning of it all, Jacob had been too excited to keep the coincidence to himself.
Big mistake. “I never should have opened my big mouth.”
“Yeah, well, that’s what friends are for, Jake. Besides, you know Rita is dying to set you up with a date for our wedding.”
“Jeez!” He raked his hair in frustration. His second big mistake—one time he let her set him up on a date. One time. Talk about throwing gasoline on a fire…. Rita would not let up. Plopping into an overstuffed chair, he slumped into it and splayed his feet. “Maybe I won’t go.”
“You’re my best man,” Don pointed out. “You’ll be there. Hey, you could always bring The Nameless Wonder. Oh, wait. You don’t know where she lives.”
“Stop calling her that!”
“Okay, fine. But what am I supposed to call her? You and I both know she’s an excuse for you to avoid dating. And Rita agrees.”
Jacob groaned. Of course Rita agreed. “Look, just because you’re about to marry your dream girl doesn’t mean I….” Jacob paused, distracted by footfalls coming from the hallway. He rose, saying, “Hey, Mom, they’re coming. Got to go. I promise I’ll try to meet a nice girl.”
“Shut up!” chuckled Don.
Jacob glared at his quieted phone. Sometimes having friends didn’t live up to the hype.
About the Author
DEBORAH ANN DAVIS has been writing since she was assigned to keep a Journal in her 5th grade English class. She began to look around for writing inspiration. Lo and behold, she found her world was full of funny stories just waiting to be told. As she grew older, occasionally she could manipulate one into some school assignment, but it never occurred to her to pursue writing, not even when she discovered her flare for telling stories at college parties.
After a string of college majors, she realized she could have a captive audience EVERY DAY in the public school system. As it turns out, teenagers love to laugh, and what could be more entertaining than Biology, Earth Science, and Environmental Science? Then there’s the added bonus that once kids know you like to laugh, they want to make you laugh.
In addition to Writing, she is also an Educational Speaker and a Certified Personal Trainer. She taught for 25+ years, although somewhere in the middle of all that educating, she stepped out of teaching for 6 years to do the Mommy Thing, and run the office for their family construction company.
Even though they had followed separate paths, Deborah reunited with, and married her childhood sweetheart, twelve years after their first kiss. Together they coached their daughter’s AAU Basketball Team, which swept States two years in a row. (Yay!) Then, for several years their daughter and their money went to college.
They currently reside on a lovely lake in Connecticut. She enjoys dabbling with living a sustainable life, writing novels for her Love of Fairs series, dancing, playing outside, and laughing really hard every day. She promotes increasing the amount of movement throughout your day via Wiggle Writer posts on Merry Meddling, her blog at www.DeborahAnnDavis.com. Follow her @DeborahAnnDavis.
Remember, you can do anything if you set your mind to it— including becoming an author at any age— but it’s way more fun if you are grinning back when the Universe smiles down on you.
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