Never Again Good-Bye (Second Chances Series #1) [NOOK Book]

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Normally, Wes Grayson would have been attracted to the striking woman with the camera. But this woman has clearly been stalking Amy, his adoptive daughter and the center of his life. And a threat to Amy is a threat to Wes. Laney Fields has no desire to threaten anyone, just a longing to see the child she’d brought into the world six years ago and then been forced to release for adoption. But when she learns that Amy’s adoptive mother has died, Laney becomes determined to play a part in her daughter’s life. ...
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Never Again Good-Bye (Second Chances Series #1)

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Overview

Normally, Wes Grayson would have been attracted to the striking woman with the camera. But this woman has clearly been stalking Amy, his adoptive daughter and the center of his life. And a threat to Amy is a threat to Wes. Laney Fields has no desire to threaten anyone, just a longing to see the child she’d brought into the world six years ago and then been forced to release for adoption. But when she learns that Amy’s adoptive mother has died, Laney becomes determined to play a part in her daughter’s life. Between a man and woman torn by past losses, present fears, and the paradox of their growing fascination for each other, stands one small child. She could be the object of distrust that will drive them apart or the agent of faith in God that can bring them together.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780310863243
  • Publisher: Zondervan
  • Publication date: 2/23/2010
  • Series: Second Chances Series , #1
  • Sold by: Zondervan Publishing
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 240
  • Sales rank: 65,385
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Terri Blackstock

Terri Blackstock has sold over seven million books worldwide and is a New York Times best-selling author. She is the award-winning author of Intervention, Vicious Cycle, and Downfall, as well as such series as Cape Refuge, Newpointe 911, the SunCoast Chronicles, and the Restoration Series. Visit her website at www.terriblackstock.com Facebook: tblackstock Twitter: @terriblackstock


 

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Chapter One

Kidnappers don't look like criminals, Wes Grayson thought as he moved closer behind the young woman he'd been watching for the last half hour. At least, that was what he'd told his daughter so many times. They looked trustworthy and pleasant, and that was how they deceived.

Why, then, was it so hard for him to believe that this five-foot-three, hundred-pound woman, who looked barely old enough to qualify as a legal adult, was about to strike?

Yet he'd seen her behavior himself, and it was suspicious, if not threatening. Moving closer without making a sound, he held his hands poised to catch her if she tried to run when she realized she'd been seen. The shutter of her camera clicked, and she stepped deeper into the shade of the pine trees that edged the park, adjusted her lens, and focused again.

With eyes narrowed in a natural squint from years of construction work in the harsh Louisiana sun, Wes followed her aim to the children scaling the monkey bars and watched the camera pan to the right as his seven-year-old daughter left the cluster of her friends and went to her baby-sitter. A vein in his temple throbbed with the pressure of waiting. Why had the police department taken so long to respond to his call? Did they think she'd hang around indefinitely?

As if in reaction to his thoughts, a Shreveport PD squad car pulled up and two uniformed officers got out, hiking up the waists of their pants and glancing around as if wondering which tree to settle under for their afternoon nap. The woman spotted them and snapped her camera back in its case. As she took a step back, Wes moved within grasping distance.

She smelled of apricots, he thought as the early spring breeze rustled the black wisps of hair that had escaped from her long braid. Criminals didn't smell like apricots, did they? And they didn't have that look of vulnerable fragility or wear designer jeans and silk blouses. But this one did. Drawing his brows together, he watched her partial profile as she looked across the park at his daughter.

Her suspicious interest in Amy sent a chill of panic through him, and Wes clenched his teeth, silently willing the policemen to hurry. But when they stopped at his baby-sitter, who had no idea that he had been standing in the shadows behind a potential kidnapper for the last half hour, Wes had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.

Carefully he reached out and grabbed her arm.

She jumped and tried to jerk free. "Let me go!"

"Why?" he asked through his teeth. "So you can keep stalking innocent children?"

The depth of her dark eyes as they searched his was unexpected, and for a fleeting second, he wondered if a criminal would really look so scared. Wouldn't there be some harshness in her eyes, some cold glint of evil intent that couldn't be concealed?

"Stalking?" she asked quickly. "Is that what you think?"

"You tell me," he said, remembering the woman who had wept when her child was kidnapped from a park across town the previous week. He and other members of his church had joined the effort to search for her, but to no avail. "I want some answers, and they'd better be good."

"Answers to what? I haven't done anything."

He smiled at the guilt in her voice, guilt that told him he was not making a mistake. "Tell it to the cops," he said.

"The cops?" Her voice was high and incredulous, and the woman swung around, this time managing to free her arm. "You called the police?" A look of terror sprang to her eyes, and her lips trembled. "Why? What did I do?"

She was backing away, trying, Wes realized, to gain enough distance to break into a run. Before she could get far he grabbed her again and, in one swift movement, twisted her arm behind her back, immobilizing her completely.

"Let go of me!" she hissed again. "And tell me what I've done!"

His voice was equally harsh. "You've been sneaking around here snapping pictures of my daughter."

"Your your daughter?" Her voice caught, and her gaze snapped to the child on the playground. "She's your daughter?"

Her question was as close to an admission of guilt as he needed. His lips grew taut against gritted teeth, and he jerked her arm harder, heard her gasp, and told himself that he was right: She was after his daughter. Amy had almost been the next child to go. Roughly he pulled her out of the shadows and toward the growing crowd of people at the center of the park.

"Wait!" Despite the grueling twist of her arm and the pain it inflicted, the woman held back. "I don't want to go over there."

"Well, that's just too bad, isn't it?"

But she ground in her heels and refused to move without being dragged. "Please," she bit out. "Make the policemen come over here. I don't want to frighten the children."

Wes stopped at her words and studied her curiously. What did she care about frightening the children? Was she afraid of blowing her cover, ruining her chances of earning their trust so she could take them of their own free will? Or was it real concern? Did she care about their ability to sleep easily at night, about tainting the joy they found in the park?

Still holding her against him, Wes glanced toward his daughter and considered the woman's request. She was right. The children would be told. Things didn't need to be confused by creating an uproar. He saw his baby-sitter stand up, spot him, and point him out. The policemen started toward them.

"I haven't done anything," the woman muttered, looking over her shoulder with eyes that could have convinced him of her innocence if he hadn't witnessed her actions himself. She seemed more afraid than he was. "They can't arrest me for taking pictures."

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First Chapter

Chapter One
Kidnappers don't look like criminals, Wes Grayson thought as he moved closer behind the young woman he'd been watching for the last half hour. At least, that was what he'd told his daughter so many times. They looked trustworthy and pleasant, and that was how they deceived.
Why, then, was it so hard for him to believe that this five-foot-three, hundred-pound woman, who looked barely old enough to qualify as a legal adult, was about to strike?
Yet he'd seen her behavior himself, and it was suspicious, if not threatening. Moving closer without making a sound, he held his hands poised to catch her if she tried to run when she realized she'd been seen. The shutter of her camera clicked, and she stepped deeper into the shade of the pine trees that edged the park, adjusted her lens, and focused again.
With eyes narrowed in a natural squint from years of construction work in the harsh Louisiana sun, Wes followed her aim to the children scaling the monkey bars and watched the camera pan to the right as his seven-year-old daughter left the cluster of her friends and went to her baby-sitter. A vein in his temple throbbed with the pressure of waiting. Why had the police department taken so long to respond to his call? Did they think she'd hang around indefinitely?
As if in reaction to his thoughts, a Shreveport PD squad car pulled up and two uniformed officers got out, hiking up the waists of their pants and glancing around as if wondering which tree to settle under for their afternoon nap. The woman spotted them and snapped her camera back in its case. As she took a step back, Wes moved within grasping distance.
She smelled of apricots, he thought as the early spring breeze rustled the black wisps of hair that had escaped from her long braid. Criminals didn't smell like apricots, did they? And they didn't have that look of vulnerable fragility or wear designer jeans and silk blouses. But this one did. Drawing his brows together, he watched her partial profile as she looked across the park at his daughter.
Her suspicious interest in Amy sent a chill of panic through him, and Wes clenched his teeth, silently willing the policemen to hurry. But when they stopped at his baby-sitter, who had no idea that he had been standing in the shadows behind a potential kidnapper for the last half hour, Wes had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.
Carefully he reached out and grabbed her arm.
She jumped and tried to jerk free. 'Let me go!'
'Why?' he asked through his teeth. 'So you can keep stalking innocent children?'
The depth of her dark eyes as they searched his was unexpected, and for a fleeting second, he wondered if a criminal would really look so scared. Wouldn't there be some harshness in her eyes, some cold glint of evil intent that couldn't be concealed?
'Stalking?' she asked quickly. 'Is that what you think?'
'You tell me,' he said, remembering the woman who had wept when her child was kidnapped from a park across town the previous week. He and other members of his church had joined the effort to search for her, but to no avail. 'I want some answers, and they'd better be good.'
'Answers to what? I haven't done anything.'
He smiled at the guilt in her voice, guilt that told him he was not making a mistake. 'Tell it to the cops,' he said.
'The cops?' Her voice was high and incredulous, and the woman swung around, this time managing to free her arm. 'You called the police?' A look of terror sprang to her eyes, and her lips trembled. 'Why? What did I do?'
She was backing away, trying, Wes realized, to gain enough distance to break into a run. Before she could get far he grabbed her again and, in one swift movement, twisted her arm behind her back, immobilizing her completely.
'Let go of me!' she hissed again. 'And tell me what I've done!'
His voice was equally harsh. 'You've been sneaking around here snapping pictures of my daughter.'
'Your your daughter?' Her voice caught, and her gaze snapped to the child on the playground. 'She's your daughter?'
Her question was as close to an admission of guilt as he needed. His lips grew taut against gritted teeth, and he jerked her arm harder, heard her gasp, and told himself that he was right: She was after his daughter. Amy had almost been the next child to go. Roughly he pulled her out of the shadows and toward the growing crowd of people at the center of the park.
'Wait!' Despite the grueling twist of her arm and the pain it inflicted, the woman held back. 'I don't want to go over there.'
'Well, that's just too bad, isn't it?'
But she ground in her heels and refused to move without being dragged. 'Please,' she bit out. 'Make the policemen come over here. I don't want to frighten the children.'
Wes stopped at her words and studied her curiously. What did she care about frightening the children? Was she afraid of blowing her cover, ruining her chances of earning their trust so she could take them of their own free will? Or was it real concern? Did she care about their ability to sleep easily at night, about tainting the joy they found in the park?
Still holding her against him, Wes glanced toward his daughter and considered the woman's request. She was right. The children would be told. Things didn't need to be confused by creating an uproar. He saw his baby-sitter stand up, spot him, and point him out. The policemen started toward them.
'I haven't done anything,' the woman muttered, looking over her shoulder with eyes that could have convinced him of her innocence if he hadn't witnessed her actions himself. She seemed more afraid than he was. 'They can't arrest me for taking pictures.'
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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 3, 2011

    im in love with this book!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    this book is about love and faith words cant even explain how wonderful this book everyine should read this book. i read this book in 2 days thats how u know its good please buy its life changing

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  • Posted May 2, 2012

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    This story is well-written, with a message that probes at the he

    This story is well-written, with a message that probes at the heart. It stayed with me long after I finished.

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  • Posted February 12, 2012

    Unique circumstances make you think

    This was a unique twist in a relationship. I found myself getting a bit frustrated with some of the events that plagued them. I thought Laney could have handled things a bit smoother some times and Wes could have been a bit more understanding but then it would not have been the same story. I was happy with the outcome in the end. Everyone wins.

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    Inspirational read

    Awesome book. Reminds you that God works in mysterious ways!

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    Terrible

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