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Book Description:

“A captivating story… richly woven narrative with vivid characters. A perfect story.”

From the bestselling author of The Storyteller’s Secret comes an unflinching exploration of betrayal, forgiveness, and the healing power of a second chance.

Celine’s life is spiraling out of control. She’s in danger of losing the beloved equestrian farm that was her childhood home. Her distant husband, Eric, is devoting a suspicious amount of time to a stunning new colleague. Then her young son, Brian, receives a devastating cancer diagnosis. How much worse can things get?

Felicity has uprooted her career and her teenage son, Justin, to get closer to Eric. She’s tired of keeping his secrets―that Eric’s frequent “business trips” have been spent playing family with them. Felicity is determined to get her happily ever after, even if it means confronting Celine at a delicate time.

​But when Brian’s prognosis worsens, and a transplant from Justin becomes his best chance at survival, Felicity must make a wrenching decision about her son’s well-being―and Celine must accept that the “other woman” is her only hope. In another life Celine and Felicity might have been friends. Can they put aside the pain between them to do what’s best for their families―and their own futures?

I Didn’t Know Being a Bestselling-Selling Author Meant

I had no idea that becoming a bestselling author would mean enduring hundreds of rejections before even scratching the surface of success. One of the most common questions I’m asked is what it felt like to have overnight success. The truth? I wouldn’t know.

Writing has been my dream for as long as I can remember. As a child, I devoured every book I could get my hands on and dreamed of one day seeing my name on a cover. At ten years old, I wrote my first novel—a story I cherished like a prized jewel. It was a perfect reflection of all my creativity and ambition. Looking back, though, I’m sure any editor would have had plenty to say about it.

As I grew older, my father had a different vision for my future. He often told me I could be anything I wanted—so long as it was either a doctor or a lawyer. So, I put my dream aside and followed the traditional path. I graduated from law school and began working as an attorney. But the pull of writing never left me. Eventually, I decided to take a leap of faith and return to my first love.

I poured my heart into writing—screenplays, short stories, drafts of novels—and submitted my work to agents with unshakable optimism. I was certain they would see the brilliance I felt in my own words. But instead of the validation I craved, I received rejection after rejection. Some of my proudest pieces didn’t even make it past the first gatekeepers. Each “no” chipped away at my confidence, leaving me questioning my talent and whether this career was meant for me.

Still, I refused to let doubt win. Every rejection letter became an opportunity: I gave them to my five-year-old daughter, who gleefully cut them up with her little scissors. It became a strange sort of ritual—turning discouragement into something lighter. And I kept going. I wrote more, refined my craft, and pitched my work to agents and publishers I had no business reaching out to. I was determined to see my dream through.

After years of perseverance, the tide finally turned. My debut novel, Trail of Broken Wings, was published—and the rest, as they say, is history.

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