Release date: 3 February 2014
Deceived by her husband in the most humiliating way possible, Marissa Neil discovers nothing in her life was as it seemed. She’s asked to pick up not only the pieces of her life, but to clean up the mess he left behind as well.
Luckily, her friend and old high school sweetheart, police officer Jordan Wayne, has remained a steady part of her life, and she can count on him for help. In fact, he’s willing to do more—he’d like a second chance at showing her what real love is like.
But the courts grant custody of Marissa’s adopted daughter to another, and she finds herself tangled in still more deception and lies in the fight to bring her daughter home. When love reignites, will betrayal prevent her from having the family she’s always dreamed of?
by Erin McCauley
Erin McCauley resides in the Pacific Northwest with her three children, writing deeply moving loves stories that will have you believing in happily ever after. Find Erin McCauley at www.erinmccauley.com, on Facebook at Erin McCauley, and on Twitter.
An excerpt from The Betrayal:
It had been six days since Marissa had heard from her husband, and she couldn’t sleep. She poured water from the kettle over the tea bag and mindlessly dunked it up and down. It was hard enough to hold a marriage together, but over the last four years, his architectural firm had him working in the city almost full time and his trips home had become less frequent.
She worried Steven would show up one day and tell her they were moving to the city. She loved living in Carmel; the quaint little shops, the slower pace, and the friendly people, not to mention she loved her house and the fact the beach was just down the street. Besides, her job was here, and her patients needed her. When she told people she was a nurse at a hospice house, they almost always scrunched their faces and looked at her like she was crazy, but she felt she was making a difference. Helping people in their lowest moments, when they were searching for peace and needing to share the memories they cherished most with anyone who would listen. In some ways, they helped her more than she helped them. She held their hands, held water to their lips, and listened as they reminisced; each story touched her. Each one a lesson of sorts she could use to ensure her own happiness.
The knock on the door startled her and tea sloshed over the rim of her cup. She looked up at the clock on the wall; it was three-thirty in the morning. Walking to the door, she slid back the curtain and peered out, surprised to see Jordan. He was in his police uniform; his face somber, and nervously wringing his hands.
Flipping the lock, she pulled her robe closed and opened the door.
“I know it’s late,” he said, his deep green eyes shadowed and apologetic.
“What’s happened? Is it Lexie?” Her heart raced.
He shook his head, and swallowed hard. “Can we sit down?”
His nervousness made her uneasy. She’d known Jordan for most of her life. Not only had he been her first love, but his sister, Lexie, was her best friend. Knowing him the way she did, the news he’d brought wasn’t good.
She followed him into the kitchen and waited anxiously while he removed his hat and jacket and laid them neatly over one of the open stools at the breakfast bar. She concentrated on pulling air into her lungs and blowing it out slowly, struggling to remain silent while waiting for him to speak.
He folded his tall frame onto the stool beside her, and reached over to take her hand. Looking into his handsome, familiar face, she felt her blood rush when she saw the tears pooling in his eyes. She’d never seen Jordan cry.