“Sweet as Honey is a warm, wonderful book filled with delightful characters, humor and tenderness. Jennifer Beckstrand writes lovely stories, sure to touch your heart.”RaeAnne Thayne, New York Times bestselling author
Smart, kind, and good-hearted, the three Christner girls are affectionately known as The Honeybee Sisters in the beloved Wisconsin Amish community where, under the care of their aunt, they've grown into skilled beekeepersand lovely, sought-after young women. . .
Though she has blossomed into a beauty, Lily Christner doesn't really believe it. Deep down, she still feels like a lonely, gawky teenager. Maybe that's why she's all but promised herself to Paul Glick, the one boy who never teased her in her awkward girlhoodunlike Dan Kanagy, whose creative name-calling left her in tears many a time. Now he's back in town after two years awayand being surprisingly sweet, suspiciously attentiveand making Lily unsettlingly yet deliciously nervous. It seems Dan wants Lily's forgivenessand her heart. But can he convince hernot to mention her protective schwesters and aendithat despite the past, her future lies with him?...
Praise for Jennifer Beckstrand and her Matchmakers of Huckleberry Hill series
"Full of kind, sincere characters struggling with the best ways to stay true to themselves and their beliefs." Publishers Weekly
"Readers will treasure this series and put the first outing on their keeper shelf." RT Book Reviews
"A delightful voice in Amish romance. Sweet and funny." Emma Miller
About the Author
Amy Melissa Bentley is a professional stage and screen actress. A member of SAG-AFTRA, she has performed in Scotland, New York City, and throughout Connecticut.
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Sweet As Honey
By JENNIFER BECKSTRAND
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.Copyright © 2016 Jennifer Beckstrand
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Dan Kanagy stopped his open-air buggy in the middle of the deserted road and turned on his flashlight. Shining it along the roadside, he squinted into the darkness.
There it was. The sign that marked the turnoff to the lane he was looking for, a big, white board decorated with flowers in every variety of paint color imaginable. In bold, black letters it read: BEWARE THE HONEYBEES.
Dan had never been able to figure out if that warning referred to the large number of hives that dotted the Christners' farm or if it referred to the Christners themselves. The community had nicknamed them the Honeybee Sisters a dozen years ago. The three Honeybee schwesters were pretty enough and smart enough to be intimidating, and they lived with their aunt, who was said to be slightly odd. At least that's what Dan had been told. He'd never met the aunt, the aendi, but he knew the Honeybee schwesters well. He'd gone to primary school with all three of them.
The youngest, Rose, had seemed so delicate that Dan had feared she'd break if he looked at her the wrong way. Poppy Christner had punched him in the mouth on more than one occasion, and the eldest, Lily, was too wonderful for words, and entirely too wonderful for a plain, ordinary boy like Dan Kanagy.
Beware the Honeybees indeed.
Holding the reins with one hand and the flashlight in the other, Dan turned his horse, Clyde, down the long lane. It was a good thing he had his flashlight. At two o'clock in the morning under a new moon in late May, the darkness was profound. Clyde's hooves clip-clopped over a small wooden bridge just wide enough for a buggy or a car to pass over. The light of his flashlight reflected off a pond of still water meandering under the bridge. Maybe pond was too generous. It looked more the size of a puddle.
Across the bridge, the lane curved to the right. A variety of tall and short bushes lined the lane to his right, some thick with leaves, others abloom with flowers. To his left, he could just make out a row of beehives, standing guard over the farm.
The line of bushes came to an abrupt stop as he got to the end of the lane. To his left, a small barn loomed above him. A house stood to his right fronted by a lawn full of dandelions and a wide flower bed bursting with blooms. Even by the light of his flashlight, they looked wonderful-gute. The bees probably thought they were wonderful-gute too.
Dan jumped out of his buggy and tiptoed up the path of flagstones that led to the house, not sure why he tried to be quiet. He was about to awaken the whole house. It couldn't be helped, but he still felt bad about interrupting their sleep like this.
He walked up the porch steps, tapped lightly on the door, and listened. Nothing.
If he wanted anyone to wake up, he'd have to give up trying to be subtle. He rapped his knuckles five times against the sturdy wooden door. Holding his breath, he listened for signs of movement from within. After a few seconds, a faint light appeared behind the front window curtains. The door slowly creaked open, and Dan found himself nose to nose with the barrel of a shotgun.
He should have paid more heed to that sign.CHAPTER 2
Dan's heart pounded like a two-deep team of horses as, still gripping his flashlight, he slowly lifted his hands above his head. Lord willing, he had a long life ahead of him and hadn't quite figured out how he wanted to die, but getting shot in the head was not it.
The woman on the other end of the shotgun wore a neck-to-toe white nightgown and a seriously ferocious scowl on her lips. She had fashioned her salt-and-pepper hair into a braid that rested on her shoulder like a strange pet. Dan couldn't begin to guess why he noticed her hair at a time like this, but it seemed to be tinged a light shade of blue. Lovely and odd at the same time.
This must be the aendi.
Dan had been warned she was strange, but a shotgun to the face was not quite what he had expected. He hoped "strange" didn't mean "crazy wild woman apt to shoot unsuspecting boys who came to her house."
The three Honeybee schwesters, all clad in baby-blue flannel nightgowns and matching braids, flanked their aunt on both sides. Lily, with that cute upturned nose and bright, intelligent eyes, held the lantern and frowned in Dan's direction. Poppy folded her arms and scowled at him while Rose looked so terrified, Dan nearly felt compelled to gather her in his arms for a brotherly hug.
"Ha! We finally caught you," said the aunt.
Lily drew her brows together. "It appears more like he turned himself in."
The aunt motioned in his direction with the barrel of the gun. "What do you want? Come to confess?"
He certainly hoped her trigger finger wasn't sweaty. "I mean no harm. I've come with a message for Lily."
The aunt, Poppy, and Rose turned to Lily with wide eyes.
The shotgun seemed to droop slightly. "You must be Aunt Honeybee ... I mean Lily's aendi."
"My name's Bitsy. But you can call me Hyacinth, if you like."
A laugh escaped Lily's mouth before she pursed her lips together and resumed her determined frown.
Bitsy glanced sideways at Lily with a smile dancing in her eyes if not on her face. She lowered the shotgun halfway. "Don't you like Hyacinth, Lily? It's very British."
"Hyacinth is awful fancy and takes too long to say. We like you as plain, sensible Aendi Bitsy."
Bitsy scrunched her lips to one side of her face. "The curse of an Amish woman, always having to be plain and sensible."
Dan lowered his hands slowly and carefully. "My name is Daniel Kanagy. We've never met, but your nieces and I went to school together. I've been away in Pennsylvania for two years, so maybe they don't recognize me. I got back yesterday morning."
"Did you forget where you live?" Bitsy asked.
Dan glanced at Lily. "You remember me, don't you? I called you Amtrak in school." Amtrak because she used to have these really cute braces that looked like railroad tracks across her teeth.
Bitsy scowled and raised an eyebrow and the shotgun. She looked at Lily. "Is he the one who ... ?"
"Jah," Lily mumbled, lowering her eyes. "He's the one."
Is he the one who what? The one who they were planning on murdering tonight?
Bitsy's expression was not neighborly. "Do you want me to shoot him?"
Dan pasted a smile on his face as if he were in on the joke. The Amish were pacifists. Bitsy was teasing him.
Lily sighed, reached out, and nudged the barrel of the shotgun so it pointed to the floor. "Nae, Aendi B. Don't shoot him. We've both grown up since then."
Grown up since when? Had he missed something important? And why in the world had he offered to be the one to fetch Lily Christner? Aunt Bitsy would never have pointed a gun at Dat.
Well, most likely not.
Bitsy rested the gun at her side and leaned on it like a cane. "So, what do you want at two in the morning, Daniel Kanagy? If you're here to try your chances with one of the girls, you'll have to come at normal hours like the rest of the boys."
In the excitement and sheer terror of having a gun pointed at him, Dan had almost forgotten what he'd come for. "It's about my mammi."
Lily gasped and put a hand to her mouth. "Is she okay?"
"She's taken a turn for the worse. It won't be long now, maybe before morning. She really wants to see you before she goes."
"Why didn't you say so in the first place?" Bitsy scolded.
"Well, because ..." he stammered, "there was a shotgun pointed at my face."
Bitsy harrumphed. "There was no need to panic about it."
Dan nodded, trying to be agreeable. He and Bitsy obviously didn't see eye to eye about that. "I'm here to take Lily to Mammi's house if she wants to go. The whole family is gathered to say good-bye."
Lily handed the lantern to Poppy. "Of course I want to go. Give me a few minutes to get dressed."
She disappeared up the stairs while the other three continued to stare at him. Did he look that frightening? He only had a day's growth of whiskers on his chin.
Rose finally broke the uncomfortable silence. "Why don't you come in and sit at the table while you wait?"
Bitsy nodded almost imperceptibly, propped her gun against the wall, and stepped back so Dan could enter.
He stepped into the house as if it might explode — as if someone might start shooting at him if his boots were muddy.
The main floor of the house looked to be mostly one big room. An ample kitchen with a large butcher-block island stood to his left, a sitting room with a fireplace, two sofas, and two overstuffed chairs to his right. A heavy wooden table, large enough to seat a dozen comfortably, sat right in front of him.
The honey-colored wood floor had seen some use. It shone like it had just been polished, but scuff marks and scratches marred the entire surface. And had someone taken a swing at one of the floorboards with an ax?
Dan pulled a chair from the table and sat, never taking his eyes from Bitsy's face. He wanted to be ready in case she pulled a knife on him.
Rose took a coffeepot from the cupboard. "I'll make you a cup of kaffee."
"Jah, okay, denki," he said. Even though he'd already had two cups before coming, he instinctively knew it would be best to agree with everything and not give Bitsy an excuse to pull out a peashooter.
Bitsy and Poppy folded their arms and stood over him, like two giant maples guarding the forest. "Hold out your hands," Bitsy said.
Dan tried to act as if he saw nothing amiss with this request. "I ... I ... what did you say?"
"Do you have any bee stings?"
Dan held his arms out straight while Bitsy and Poppy examined them. He pushed his short sleeves above his shoulders, just in case they wanted to be thorough.
Bitsy nodded. "You have the muscles of a hard worker."
A grin pulled at his lips as he lifted his trousers legs. Might as well let them inspect up to his knees and be satisfied. Satisfied with what, he hadn't a clue.
This night was getting stranger and stranger by the minute.
Poppy turned her face away when he exposed his legs, but Bitsy chuckled and took a good look. "You have a sense of humor, Daniel. I'll give you that."
He gave her a self-deprecating smile.
She gave him a self-satisfied one. "You're clean, but I still need to know where you were last Monday evening?"
Rose brought a steaming mug of kaffee and a slice of some sort of cake to the table. "Bee Sting Cake," she said, setting the plate in front of him. "Lily made it."
The two-layered cake was golden brown with what must have been a whole tree of slivered almonds on top. It looked irresistible. The Honeybee Schwesters were well-known for their baking skills.
"We shouldn't accuse him, Aunt Bitsy," Rose said. "He's a guest in our home."
"I got back from Pennsylvania yesterday," Dan said. "I've been there for almost two years."
Poppy frowned and slid her arm around Bitsy's waist. "He didn't do it, B."
Bitsy slumped her shoulders. "I know. But it would be very convenient if he were that easy to catch."
Bitsy and Poppy each slid a chair from the table and sat down. Rose sidled into the chair farthest from Dan. He drank a sip of kaffee and took a bite of cake. It melted in his mouth and almost made up for all of the uncomfortable staring.
Almost. Three pairs of eyes bored into his skull. He supposed it was only to be expected. He was a relative stranger sitting in their kitchen in the middle of the night trying not to drown in the kaffee Rose had graciously brewed for him.
Rose spoke as if she hoped no one heard her. She'd been timid like that in school. "We're sorry for unjustly accusing you. Aren't we, Aendi Bitsy?"
"Unjustly accusing me of what?" Dan asked, guessing that the apology had something to do with the inspection of his arms.
Bitsy squared her shoulders. "You're right, Rosie. I shouldn't have been so hostile. He's still out of my good graces, but I'm sorry for thinking he could be low enough to hurt our bees."
Why was he out of Bitsy's good graces? They'd only just met.
Poppy glanced at Dan. "Last Monday night, someone tipped over one of our hives."
"Are the bees okay?" Dan said.
Bitsy pressed her lips into a hard line. "We think so. One of the supers is cracked and we lost some brood, but the queen is alive and the bees are still foraging."
"We figure whoever did it must have gotten stung at least a dozen times before he could get away," Poppy said.
Bitsy raised an eyebrow. "Be on the lookout for someone with an unusual amount of bee stings."
What was an unusual amount of bee stings? Dan hoped he'd know it when he saw it. He took another bite of cake, which was turning out to be the best thing about the whole evening. "Do you have a dog? A dog would warn you if someone trespassed onto your property."
Bitsy propped her elbow on the table and rested her chin in her hand. "We have a cat."
Was that a tattoo on her wrist? It looked like a picture of the honeybee, but Dan averted his eyes before he got a good look. He didn't want to gawk.
An Amish woman with a tattoo. Had that ever been done before? And he couldn't be sure, but he thought maybe she had three holes in each ear where earrings might go. Who was this woman, and had the bishop ever gotten a good look at her earlobes?
It made his head hurt thinking about trying to figure out Bitsy Honeybee.
A large, puffy ball of brilliant white fur brushed up against Dan's leg. After all he'd been through tonight, his nerves were a little tight. He nearly jumped out of his skin.
Bitsy rolled her eyes at the ball of fur that turned out to be a fat kitty. "She's not much of a security system. Doesn't make a peep at trespassers and wouldn't attack a robber even if he had a slice of bacon wrapped around his neck."
Dan tried to imagine a place where robbers wore bacon as scarves.
Bitsy picked up the cat and went nose to nose with her as if she were scolding a young child. "Some watch-cat you are, Farrah Fawcett. You're supposed to protect the family from danger."
The cat seemed a little put out with Bitsy's lecture. Her tiny pink nose looked as if she had pressed it against a window and squished it flat. Her eyes glowed bright mustard yellow and her mouth curved in a perpetual frown. Bitsy nuzzled the cat's head against her chin before handing her off to Rose who cooed and cradled the cat in her lap.
Dan's lips twitched into a grin. Bitsy had named her cat after a bathroom fixture? "I suppose the shotgun works if the cat doesn't."
Bitsy waved her hand in the direction of the shotgun propped against the wall. "It's not loaded. I don't believe in guns."
She could have fooled him.
Dan's heart did a little flip when he heard Lily coming down the stairs. For years he'd had a crush on Lily Christner, even if she had completely ignored him since eighth grade. Right before he had left for Pennsylvania, Lily had started going to Dan's mammi's house to read to her. Lily's kindness and Mammi's letters only served to keep her fresh on his mind for two whole years.
Of course, nothing could ever come of his infatuation. Paul Glick was the twenty-foot-high brick wall that stood in his way. And Dan had never been good at climbing walls.CHAPTER 3
While she pinned her hair into a tight bun, Lily seriously considered sneaking down the stairs and out the back door and driving herself to Dan's mammi's house. The thought of being within a mile of Dan Kanagy sent her into a panic. The thought of being in the same buggy made her ill. What would Paul say? He hated the very sight of any member of the Kanagy family. Even the thought that Lily read to Erda Kanagy three days a week made Paul break out in hives.
She growled in frustration. Hitching up the horse and buggy at two in the morning wasn't practical, and Dan had gone to all this trouble to fetch her. She would ride into town in his buggy, but that didn't mean she had to talk to him. Or look at him. Or fret about him.
Unfortunately, she would have to hear him if he chose to speak. If he called her "Amtrak" one more time, she thought she might burst into tears.
She quickly slipped out of her nightgown and into her dress. She chose the blue dress because Erda liked blue, even if she couldn't see it anymore. Lily felt a hitch in her throat. Was Erda really going to God tonight? And how would Lily fill the hole in her heart when Erda left her?
Lily had already taken her contacts out, so she slid on her old pair of thick glasses. Her eyesight was terrible, and before she got contacts, Dan had teased her persistently about her glasses. She had to give him credit for creativity. He never called her something unoriginal like "Four Eyes." Instead he called her "Coke Bottle" or "Scuba Diver" or his most hurtful favorite, "Frog Eyes."
She'd spent a lot of afternoons after school watering her pillow because of Dan Kanagy. It had been eight years since then but the memories still stung like a hive of bees.
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I enjoyed this book a lot! I will look for this author!
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YEP! Another WINNER for Jennifer! A favorite author, a new series, and already looking forward to the next book! This was a delightful book and has just a touch of mystery and a few giggles. Jennifer never fails to pull my into her books and anxiously looking for more! Aendi Bitsy, also know as "B", is the character in this series that keeps things interesting, lol. Thank you Jennifer for another great book and I highly recommend it as a great read!
Wow, what a fabulous engaging page-turner! I adored the humor and dialogue between the lovable characters. Amish certainly have their own struggles and they are not immune to worldly temptations and heartache. This story draws you in and makes you family. The three sisters are unique and full of wonderful personality. Aunt B is so delightful that you can’t help but fall in love with her. Lily certainly has past hurts following her and it doesn’t help that Dan was the center of those. Now thrown together they both have growing up to do and some soul searching in order to realize if they are meant to be together. Paul made me scowl every time he came onto the page. I wanted to fight for Lily and shove him in the dirt! Only a good book could make you want to get in the story and root for your heroine. This is not your average Amish story – you won’t be sorry picking this one up and reading it! Mystery, danger, romance, witty banter, family angst, interesting characters, lovable pets, and so much goodness abound on these pages!!! READ IT! I received this from Celebrate Lit for an honest review.
I Recommend This Book Strongly I enjoyed reading this book very much. It’s one of those books you don’t want to put down or have come to an end. The Honeybee Schwesters are three sisters as different as can be. Their Aunt B had been living English for two decades but returned to care for the girls after the death of their parents. The four raise bees and make a living from the honey. Paul Glick had befriended Lily, the eldest sister, in eighth grade when she wore braces and coke bottle glasses and thought herself ugly. He never let her forget that either. Dan Kanagy had given her nicknames that he thought were endearing but she took them as mean. Aunt B had me in stitches….she is absolutely hilarious. Her wit and her shotgun will have you laughing too. Read the story of the Honeybees. Would Lily tire of Paul constantly putting her down and trying to mold her into a perfect Amish wife or does she feel she owes him for his loyalty? What is Aunt B doing with a shotgun anyway and why does she think she needs it?
Sweet as Honey is the first book in The Honeybee Sisters series by Jennifer Beckstrand. This book is absolutely wonderful. I was hooked on it right from the start with these most delightful characters that you are sure to fall in love with. There is so much love, hate patience, faith, trust, devotion in this story. This book is sure to be a hit. I am so looking forward to reading the rest of the books in the series. Be sure to grab a glass of sweet tea as you kickback and enjoy this most wonderful book. I received a copy of this book for my honest review. 5 stars.
Everyone knows that you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar and the Christner sisters have plenty of honey. But who's the fly they catch and who's the fly they really need to catch for Lily? Paul Glick has already been caught in the honey, but is he the right one? He might just be a bad fly...full of insults and hurtful remarks to his girlfriend, Lily. Dan Kanagy returns to the Wisconsin Amish community after two years away, but Lily has never forgotten him. All through their school years, he called her names that hurt her feelings. Unfortunately, he's still using these same names. Paul Glick was the only one who befriended Lily at school when Dan picked on Lily, and he's not very happy with Dan returning to town and hanging around his girlfriend. Lily's sisters and Aendi (Aunt) aren't too sure that they like Dan either, but he sure becomes helpful on the honeybee farm. Will Dan endear himself to the Christner sisters and Aendi Bitsy or will she marry Paul even though her heart isn't quite feeling happy around him? The Christner sisters are so sweet and they deserve the very best. I fell in love with these sisters and their Aendi and felt badly for the way the community treats them. Their own grandparents didn't treat them as I would have wished. This book drew me into the story and made me root for the girls. I wanted the best for them and felt like they were my own best friends instead of characters in a book. It was very interesting to learn so many facts and details about the bee keeping and honey making business and the author had obviously researched this extensively. Many Amish facts are presented as well which will be informative to readers who are new to the Amish faith and ways. I rated this book 5 stars and am already anxious to read book two in the series. I received a copy of this book from netgalley in exchange for my honest review.
Sweet as Honey by Jennifer Beckstrand is the first book in The Honeybee Sisters series. The Honeybee Sisters (Lily, Rose, and Poppy) live in Bienenstock, Wisconsin with their Aunt Bitsy (Elizabeth Kiem). Their parents died in an auto accident. Aunt Bitsy returned to the Amish faith (after living Englisch for 20 years) to raise the children. Aunt Bitsy is a wee bit eccentric (which I loved), but she is also loving and God fearing (she talks to God out loud). The four of them raise bees and make money from their honey (and other bee related products). They sell the honey to Paul Glick’s father who runs the local general store. Paul made friends with Lily when they were in school and have been together ever since. Lily and Paul are expected to marry. Then Dan Kanagy returns to town after living in Pennsylvania for the last two years (where he tried to forget about Lily). Dan has had a crush on Lily since they went to school, but he has an awkward way of showing his affection. He believes the special names he calls Lily are endearing, but Lily finds them offensive (but she never told Dan this little tidbit). Dan slowly works his charms on the family and Lily. Dan sees how Paul treats Lily (she already has self-confidence issues) and wants to help her. Paul continually puts down Lily (mental abuse instead of physical), but Paul states he is trying to teach her how to be a proper Amish woman (that is how he explains his insults). Then Dan discovers that Paul is cheating the Christner’s on their honey. He wants to help, but Lily really needs to be the one to stand up to Paul. Lily is responsible for the selling of the honey and the books for the business. Will Lily be able to step up to the task? The Christner family is also dealing with sabotage on the farm. Someone is sneaking onto the farm at night (painting warning messages on the barn door, taking down clothesline so clothes are in the mud). Why is someone doing this to them? Can they find out who is responsible? Sweet as Honey is different from other Amish fiction novels, and I have to admit that I had a hard time reading it. The mental abuse Paul inflicted on Lily really hit home with me (I suffered from it for many years). Sweet as Honey is nicely written and has a good pace (which makes for a quick and easy read). I thought Lily was too naïve (can anyone really be that oblivious in this modern age). I give Sweet as Honey 4 out of 5 stars (I liked it). Paul’s character is an exaggerated version of a villain (he was overdone like a caricature). I think the author did it to show the difference between Paul and Dan (because was written as a happy-go-lucky, caring individual). Sweet as Honey addresses an important issue and Jennifer Beckstrand did a good job at showing how someone should handle an abuser. Will I read the next book in the series? Yes. I will read the next book in The Honeybee Sisters series. I received a complimentary copy of Sweet as Honey from NetGalley (and Kensington Books) in exchange for an honest evaluation of the novel.
This is an interesting take on Amish romance/fiction and that may be because the Aunt that raise these sister's had been out in the world for about 20 years. This is the story of Lily. She grew up homely and naturally became lovely. As she was growing up, the boy that she was most interested in teased her the most...actually he never really understood that what he was doing was teasing and hurting Lily. So Lily formed a friendship with another young man -Paul - this turned into an engagement of sorts. The boy who teased her -Dan -has never forgotten her and is now back in town. Now things are going to get VERY interesting indeed. I have to say that I found Lily somewhat spineless and I'm not sure if that is the Amish coming out in this character or if she really was spineless. Paul is the über creep of the story and you most likely will come to hate him (or at least dislike him) as much as I did. I learned a ton about bee keeping, and while that can be good, in my opinion, it did not add that much to the story and I hope that the next two sisters books have more story and less 'lessons'. I am looking forward to the next two books. ARC supplied by publisher.
This is the first of three books about the Christner girls, and their delightful Aunt Bitsy, and their means of support raising Bees. When we first meet them, Dan Kanagy dares to walk on the dandelions, oh no, a terrible infraction. Dan is not very well liked, by the Christner family, but especially Lily, as he had teased and insulted her all through her school years. Lily, has very low esteem, but a heart of gold, she took it upon herself to go and read to Dan’s Grandmother, when her health was failing. Lily found comfort in Paul Glick, a chunky self-important, young man, who constantly reminds her what a horrible person Dan is and what he has said about her. You will want to go and help Lily as you see her verbally abused time and time again, and it is not what you think. This is a sweet Amish story with a very untraditional Aunt, wearing earrings? Did I see a tattoo? You are going to be quickly absorbed in this read, and hope that our girl makes the right decision, and is not led down the wrong path! I received this book through Zebra Publishing, and was not required to give a positive review.
Ilike the aunt