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Lover's Lane
     

Lover's Lane

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by Jill Marie Landis
 

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"A heartwarming, sexy, page-turner." -Susan Elizabeth Phillips

"With her first foray into contemporary novels, Jill Marie Landis utilizes all the power and emotion that has made her such a beloved storyteller. Her characters are compelling, believable, and possess all those troubling human foibles."-Romantic Times (Top Pick!)

For six years, Carly Nolan has built a

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"A heartwarming, sexy, page-turner." -Susan Elizabeth Phillips

"With her first foray into contemporary novels, Jill Marie Landis utilizes all the power and emotion that has made her such a beloved storyteller. Her characters are compelling, believable, and possess all those troubling human foibles."-Romantic Times (Top Pick!)

For six years, Carly Nolan has built a secretive life for herself and her son Christopher. Nobody in the quiet little beach community of Twilight Cove, California, suspects she is running from the tragic memory of her fiancé Rick and his unexpected death-and from his rich, powerful parents, who want to take away her child. She has carefully concealed her troubled past from the folks in the isolated cove. Until now.

Private investigator, Jake Montgomery, has been looking for "Caroline Graham" since the day she disappeared with his best friend's baby. All Jake wants is answers. He finally finds her living under her assumed name. She's a beautiful, devoted single mother; she captures his heart immediately.

Carly cautiously allows Jake into her life, beginning to trust another person for the first time in years. She never imagines that Jake is caught between his mission and his growing passion. The man she has fallen in love with poses a threat to her protected world.

A seven-time Romance Writers of America finalist for the RITA Award, Jill Marie Landis also now writes The Tiki Goddess Mysteries (set on the island of Kauai, Hawaii, where she lives with her husband, actor Steve Landis.)

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781611947045
Publisher:
BelleBooks
Publication date:
07/05/2016
Pages:
306
Product dimensions:
5.98(w) x 9.02(h) x 0.69(d)

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prologue

March 1997
Borrego Springs,
California
The young woman stared at the well-dressed lawyer across the
squalid room. A man in his late forties, he hadn’t smiled once since
she let him in. Nor had she—not since he’d offered her money for
her baby.

Wearing a three-piece suit and monogrammed socks that cost
more than she made in tips on a good night, with shoes that dared
to shine through a fine layer of Borrego dust, he was as out of place
here as filet mignon at a fish fry.

His crisp, spotless business card lay on the arm of the ripped
love seat where she waited, mute and terrified, for him to stop talking.
Arthur Litton, from the firm of Somebody, Somebody, and
Some Other Lawyer, had made the three-hour drive from Long
Beach to meet with her—but just now he was brushing at the knee
of his suit. A waste of time when a fine coating of sand covered
every surface in the room.

Even the mute images of Lucy Ricardo and Ethel Mertz on the
television cavorted beneath a dusty haze.

The lawyer’s voice was well modulated and cool, betraying no
hint of emotion. It made the young woman’s skin crawl. She
watched his thin lips move, tried to concentrate on the words.

“Now that you’ve heard the terms, are you willing to accept my
clients’ offer?”

She opened her mouth, but didn’t trust what might come out so
she swallowed and tightened her arms around the six-month-old
infant in her arms. Her baby boy. Her son.

Her hands shook as she shifted Christopher to her shoulder.
That morning she’d dressed himin pale blue sleepers with little
brown bears romping over them. She wished it was still early instead
of nearly noon—wished she could turn back the clock and
start the day over.

“Let me get this straight,” she said softly. “You came here to buy
my baby?”

“That’s putting it bluntly. His grandparents want him.”

“They expect me to just hand him over and walk away?”

“They’re willing to pay a seven-figure settlement for the privilege
of raising their only son’s child. They want nothing but the
best for him and they want things their way.”

“You mean they want me out of the way. I’m his mother.”

“They could •le a petition for guardianship.”
She didn’t know anything about the law but enough to know she
didn’t want any part of a custody fight—not with her background.

“We’re prepared to prove the child will be better off with the
Saunders.” He paused, pointedly gazed around the room again.

The place looked like a bomb had gone off inside it. Her roommate,
Wilt, always said he “wasn’t expecting f-ing Martha Stewart,
and if people don’t like the way I keep house, they can f-ing stop
coming over.” His old trucking buddies never minded the mess,
and since this was Wilt’s house, she never insulted him by cleaning.

The living and dining rooms were full of pieces of cast-off furniture.
Art supplies were strewn all over—canvases, tubes of paint,
rags, and turpentine. A palette of fingerprint smears marred the
door frames.

Her own desert landscapes, from her earliest attempts to her
latest, were scattered around the room. Smaller pieces hung on one
wall in the dining room, just above a battered Early American table.

A moonscape complete with a howling coyote and an eerie
silver-blue glow—Wilt’s latest passion was painting on black velvet—
rested on an easel near the kitchen door.

When the lawyer showed up at the door asking for her, Wilt
took cover in the kitchen. Now she heard the sound of ice hitting
the bottom of a glass and the freezer door close. She knew that her
roommate was close enough to hear every word.

Litton spoke again.

“My clients are certainly in a position to raise the boy the way
Richard Saunders would have wanted him raised.”

“Rick wanted to marry me. He wanted to raise Christopher
with me.”

“But Richard is dead, isn’t he? He’s not here to say what he did
or didn’t want.”

“I’m Chris’ mother. They can’t have him, and they can’t take
him away from me.”

“A private investigative firm has started a background search on
you.” Without even looking at documents, he began listing all the
things they’d dug up, reciting them like a litany.

“You were born in Albuquerque, a drug baby whose mother
walked out and left you at the hospital. You were raised in a series
of foster homes. Social services listed you as a problem child with
tendencies to disrupt the environment in every situation in which
you were placed. You were charged with shoplifting when you were
fourteen and ran away from the last home you were in at seventeen.
Six months later, you applied for a California driver’s license. You
have been openly living with Mr. Walton, a sixty-four-year-old retiree,
for four years. . . .”

“We’re just roommates.”

“My clients can make this extremely hard on you. The Saunders
are very wealthy people with a lot of influence in Southern California.
You haven’t enough money or connections to fight them.”

He leaned forward, as if he had no stake in the outcome of her
decision, as if he were speaking from the heart. “If you’re smart,
you’ll take the money.”

“But, surely they can’t just buy my baby. . . .”

Mr. Litton’s hand closed around the handle of his briefcase. He
paused, then sighed heavily. He stood, looked directly into her eyes.
“Take the money and we’ll draw up a contract. They will legally
adopt the boy. You’ll be a very wealthy young woman with your
whole life ahead of you.”

Anger quickly replaced her initial shock. She shook her head,
knowing in her heart that this wasn’t right. None of it was what
Rick would have wanted for her or for Christopher.

She and Rick Saunders had spent only a month together, but
they’d been lovers right from the start. He’d blown into town like a
desert dust devil, riding around in a hot, new Porsche, buying up
land he planned to develop as soon as he returned from a year in
Japan, working for his father’s shipping company.

He’d never made her any promises. She’d expected none and
never asked for any. It was enough to be with him, to bask in the
warmth of a smile that burned bright as a comet in the midnight
desert sky.

At the end of a month, Rick left for Japan as planned. She hadn’t
heard from him again until three weeks ago when he had shown up
on the doorstep. That was the day she’d told him that she had given
birth to his son.

Once he had laid eyes on Christopher, he shocked her by immediately
proposing. Deep in her heart, she knew it wasn’t out of
love, but that Rick wanted to be with his son. He told her that he
wanted them to be a family, and she accepted his proposal, hoping
that his plans for their son were enough to build a marriage on.

A few days later, Rick drove to Long Beach to break the news
about her and Christopher and their plans to his parents. She had
been packed and waiting the day Rick was on his way back to Borrego
to pick them up and take them home, but he never made it.

The Porsche went off the road, and Rick died at the bottom of
a ravine amid a twisted tangle of metal and sandstone boulders.

Three days later, while she mourned not only Rick but the end
of a dream, the Saunders finally returned her calls, told her they
would be holding a private memorial, but that she was not invited.
She tried to understand, to make excuses for them. The Saunders
didn’t know her, they were grieving. Perhaps they blamed her for
Rick’s death. If he hadn’t been on his way to get her . . .

“Rick wanted to marry me.” She spoke softly, more to reassure
herself than anything else. “Just because he’s gone, that . . . that
doesn’t mean I don’t want his son. I gave birth to Christopher because
I wanted him. I intended to raise him by myself before Rick
found out our baby even existed. Once he saw Christopher, he
wanted us to be a family.”

“I’m afraid we only have your word on that.” Litton pointedly
gazed around the room again. “Do you honestly think he would
want his son raised like this?” He leveled his cool, emotionless gaze
on her. “Perhaps the amount the Saunders are offering isn’t
enough. If that’s the case, I’m sure they’ll up the ante.”

Christopher stirred. Caroline patted his bottom, juggled him
against her shoulder. Fear had crept in to close around her heart,
enough fear to give her a burst of courage. She stood and continued
to stare up at the lawyer.

“Get out, Mr. Litton.”

“If you’re smart, you’ll reconsider.”

“Get out.”

“You’ll be hearing from my clients again. They don’t take refusal
lightly.”

As soon as the door closed on Litton, she sat down, too drained
to move. She heard the slap of Wilt’s bare feet on the kitchen
linoleum before the sound was silenced when he stepped onto the
balding shag carpet. His heavy hand, reassuring, solid, soon came
to rest on her shoulder.

“Goddamn it to hell.” Wilt always had a way of summing things
up in as few words as possible.

She couldn’t make her mind work. Christopher was fussing,
kicking his sturdy legs, tugging at the front of her T-shirt.

“What am I going to do, Wilt?”

“Hell if I know, but whatever you decide, I’m with you.”

He cleared the back of the couch, walked around and sat in the
lima-bean-green velour chair that Litton had just vacated. A glass
of ice water in his hand dripped condensation, forming a moist
stain on the arm of the chair. His plaid flannel shirt was rumpled,
slept in; his baggy navy-blue sweatpants oozed over the sides of his
suntanned bare feet. More gray than blond, a heavy walrus mustache
hid his upper lip.

Wilt had been her rock, her savior when he picked her up on
the side of Highway 40 in Arizona four years ago. She’d been walking
alone, hitching, dazed and confused and too out of it to care
what happened to her when he pulled his rig over and offered her a
ride. After miles and hours together, he’d opened his home to her,
offered to keep her off the streets.

Over the past four years, Wilt had become the grandfather she
never knew. One day while he was painting, he gave her a blank
canvas, a few hints on blending color and •lled a palette with paint
for her. He had seen some doodles she’d done on scratch paper and
encouraged her to sketch landscapes, recognizing what he called
raw talent. Slowly, with his guidance, she learned to paint.

She came to trust him with her life and would trust him with
Chris’, too. But that afternoon, sitting there amid the dust and the
oddly comforting chaos, she had a feeling that even Wilt couldn’t
help her now.


She waited until late afternoon when he drove down to the fruit
stand for grapefruit. She dressed Christopher, packed his diaper bag.

Wilt kept his emergency money in an old Folgers’ coffee can in
plain sight on a shelf in the kitchen cupboard. He’d shown it to her
when she moved in, told her that he was being up front with her
and expected the same, even if she was just a kid. He also added that
if she ever needed the money for a real emergency, she was welcome
to it.

As she took the can down off the shelf and pulled off the plastic
lid, she figured there probably would never be a bigger emergency
in her life and that Wilt would agree.

There was a sizable wad of bills inside the can. She didn’t stop
to count them, just divided them in two and shoved the rolls deep
into the pockets of her jeans.

She grabbed an envelope from some junk mail lying on the
cabinet by the phone, found a pencil.

Dear Wilt,
There’s nothing I can ever say or do to thank you for what
you’ve done for me. You’ve treated me better than anyone has
in a long time, so it hurts me to repay your kindness by taking
your savings stash, but I’ve thought and thought, and I can’t
seem to figure out anything else to do but go where the Saunders
can’t find us.

It’ll be easier on you if I don’t tell you where I’m going.
I’m not real sure where I’ll end up, but I can only hope it will
be someplace one-tenth as good as what I’ve had here with you.

Take care of yourself and keep painting. If there ever comes
a time in my life when I can pick up a brush to paint again, I’ll
think of you.

I wish I didn’t have to go.
Love,
C.

She set the note beneath the empty coffee can in the middle of
the table where he would see it •rst thing when he walked in.

As she threaded her way through the living room, she purposely
avoided looking at all of the paintings she would leave behind.
There was a piece of her soul in each and every landscape, a
vision in every ghostly shadow •gure she’d been inspired to include
in all of them.

She’d miss the desert with its ever-changing natural drama as
much as she’d miss Wilt, but there was no looking back now.

Holding Christopher close, she took one last glance around the
living room before she shut the sliding glass door behind her. She
was scared, but she was more frightened of the Saunders than of
being alone on the road again.

She had reinvented herself once before. She could do it again.


From the Hardcover edition.

Meet the Author

The author of sixteen bestselling novels, Jill Marie Landis lives with her husband, Steve, in California and Hawaii. Her list of award-winning books includes Come Spring, Blue Moon, Sunflower, Just Once, Summer Moon, and Magnolia Creek.

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Lover's Lane (Twilight Cove Trilogy Series #1) 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 1997 Borrego Springs, California, lawyer Arthur Litton offers a million dollars to buy baby Christopher for his clients, the child¿s grandparents. The father of the child, their son Rick recently died. Caroline Graham knows she cannot win a court battle against the wealthy Saunders so she disappears with her child............................ Six years later, private investigator Jake Montgomery thinks he has found the vanished son of his deceased buddy Rick. Jake travels to Starlight Cove to meet painter Carly Nolan, single mother of six year old Christopher. Upon seeing her resemblance to a photo that Rick gave him of his fiancée, Jake concludes he has found Caroline. Jake knows reporting this would make his firm, but waits because he wants to do the right thing by Rick............................... Jake introduces himself to Carly at the gallery. She finds him attractive, but fears any relationship might expose her and Chris. Jake is surprised by her vulnerability, but believes the guilty run and hide. He wonders if Chris might be better off with his widowed wealthy grandmother. As he begins to fall in love, his actions expose Carly and Chris....................... This is a strong engaging relationship drama that hooks the reader from the start through a fully developed secondary cast supplementing the prime plot. Carly is a delightful protagonist living in fear, yet braving everything thrown at her. Jake seems too perfect as he seeks a middle ground between the woman he loves and the mother of his deceased best friend. Readers will appreciate this robust family drama....................... Harriet Klausner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this book based on all of the good reviews To me this was just so so. The heroine ,to me wasn't all that great. She was actually a criminal. And when she finds out that the hero is a private investigator, she actually got Pissed off at him and was all set to go on the run again. Just stupid.
ytcruz More than 1 year ago
A touching story about Carly, a single Mom doing everything in her power to keep herself and her six year old son safe. She is concerned her past will come back to haunt her, and in does, in the form of P.I, Jake Montgomery. The story is filled with regrets, forgiveness, and the fact that love can help heal a broken heart. I received this copy from Netgalley for an honest review. The opinions here are solely mine.
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REFRESHING STORY AND JAKE WAS GREAT.
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This was the best book ever. I read it in two days most of it on the first day. I couldn't put the book down. I read both Lover's Lane and Heat Wave and I must say that Lover's Lane was better. I love this author.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is the first book that I read by this author, it is a touching and emotional story of a mother who will do whatever it takes to keep her child, including shutting out the man that she falls in love with. This story is wonderful, i would recommend this book to anyone that loves the happy ever after. The characters are real and believeable....this book is a keeper I will definetely pick it back up and read it again in the near future.
Guest More than 1 year ago
What an excellent book! I really enjoyed this book so much I couldn't put it down. I hope Jill Marie Landis writes more books like this one. A must read.