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Author<\/h2>\nKate L. Mary<\/p>\n
Kate L. Mary is a stay-at-home mother of four and an Air Force wife. She spent most of her life in a small town just north of Dayton, Ohio where she and her husband met at the age of twelve. She enjoys any post-apocalyptic story \u2013 especially if zombies are involved \u2013 as long as there is a romantic twist to give the story hope. Kate prefers nerdy, non-traditional heroes that can make you laugh to hunky pieces of man-meat, and her love of wine and chocolate is legendary among her friends and family. She currently resides in Oklahoma with her husband and children.<\/p>\n
When Kara Jones slams her car into a tree on the way home from college, she inadvertently throws open her mom\u2019s closet full of skeletons. Learning her dad isn\u2019t really her biological father has her head spinning, and to make matters worse, Kara\u2019s mom also refuses to reveal any information about that man who actually gave her life.<\/p>\n
Drowning in a sea of lies, Kara is desperately in need of a distraction. Enter former classmate, Derek Miller. His nerdy, sci-fi loving charm is too much for Kara to resist, and it turns out he loves a good mystery. Together they dig into her mother\u2019s past, hoping to discover who Kara really is. But the closer they get to the truth, the more Kara wonders if some secrets are better left untold\u2026<\/p>\n
Book excerpt<\/p>\n
The walls vibrate from when my dad slammed the door. It\u2019s more violent than an earthquake.<\/p>\n
Or is that me?<\/p>\n
I have to blink a few times to get my eyes to focus. My legs shake and every tiny tremor that runs through my body makes me ache even more. I dig my fingers into my knees to keep them from knocking together, but it\u2019s pointless. My hands are shaking, too.<\/p>\n
The silence in the room is so thick it chokes me. I swallow, but it takes a lot more effort than it should. Like a golf ball is lodged in my throat. She\u2019s watching me. Her eyes are more intense than a laser beam. I can\u2019t force myself to meet them.<\/p>\n
My head pounds. I abandon my shaky legs and massage my temples, keeping my eyes down. Anything so I don\u2019t have to look at her. \u201cWhere\u2019s my real father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not important.\u201d<\/p>\n
I look up even though I don\u2019t want to. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom twists a strand of dark hair around her finger. \u201cYou don\u2019t want to know him, trust me.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sinks into the overstuffed armchair like her legs are about to give out. Still twisting the hair. Over and over it circles her fingers until she releases it and starts again.<\/p>\n
\u201cI deserve to know where I came from,\u201d I whisper. I don\u2019t even have the energy to yell.<\/p>\n
Mom sinks deeper into the chair. \u201cSometimes a lie is better than the truth. Believe me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTrust you? Believe you?\u201d My face gets hot. Maybe I have the energy after all. \u201cI\u2019ll never be able to do that again! You\u2019ve lied to me my whole life. To Dad! Everything has been a lie!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, it hasn\u2019t. Your dad will see that soon. He\u2019ll come around.\u201d<\/p>\n
She\u2019s crazy. I saw the look in his eyes. He\u2019s devastated. A person doesn\u2019t come back from something like this. \u201cHow can you think that?\u201d<\/p>\n
She finally looks at me, and her blue eyes shimmer with unshed tears. \u201cWhat about your life has been a lie? One thing. One tiny, insignificant thing. I love you. Your Dad loves you. We’ve been happy. He is your father in every single way but one. How can this matter that much?\u201d<\/p>\n
I ball up my hands into fists and press them against my temples while I try to process the words coming out of her mouth. \u201cYou lied. That\u2019s what matters. Dad will always be my dad\u2014biology can\u2019t change that. But I want to know where I came from. What can be so awful that you can\u2019t tell me that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKara,\u201d Mom says softly, \u201conce you learn something you can never unlearn it. If I tell you the truth, it will change your life.\u201d<\/p>\n
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