“It was one stolen night. He was my soulmate and I’d never felt more alive. I couldn’t tell him I got pregnant. It would’ve ruined everything. But now his daughter wants to meet him and I need to make things right.” Another tear escaped down her cheek. “Everybody’s going to hate me.”
Three friends are rocked when a 20-year secret blows their world apart. Steamy, passionate, and unpredictable. If you like sizzling love triangles you won’t want to miss it.
Grace has kept her heart-breaking secret for twenty years – a love child she gave up for adoption. She was a penniless student – how could she raise a baby alone? Then she receives a letter out of the blue. Her long-lost daughter is searching for answers.
Her two best friends are married and don’t know one of them is the girl’s father. If Grace confesses now, the marriage will be destroyed and it will surely be the end of their lifelong friendship. But what choice does Grace have?
Set in the wilds of Poldark-country – the stormy cliffs and windswept beaches of picturesque Cornwall – an engrossing saga filled with suspense, simmering jealousy and heartbreak. Can a future be built on the quicksand of secrets and lies? Surely there can be no second chances when three friends discover they don’t know each other at all.
Described as an exciting new voice in Women’s Fiction, Sue Lilley lives in the north east of England, when she isn’t escaping somewhere else in her imagination. She is often found eavesdropping for inspiration. Her first two novels were well received. Another Summer is “an alluring example of its genre”. High Hopes is “a story that holds immense appeal for readers who like plots containing sizzling love triangles.” She is hard at work on her third novel.
They walked along the cobbled quay, heading for the pier. When was the last time she’d held somebody’s hand? Never mind clinging to him as if her life depended on it. The weather was holding although milky clouds were scudding across the sun. She prayed for the storm to hold off until she was ready to go back to Penrowan and face the music.
“When you’re stressing about something,” he said. “I know just the thing.”
The wooden kiosk was tucked away down an alley. He bought two giant ice cream cones complete with chocolate flakes and a frosting of roasted nuts.
“How many calories!”
“Too many to count. It’s made with Cornish clotted cream. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”
So much for the detox. They ate it ambling along the pier, passing fishermen who were so still and tranquil they could’ve been carved into the ancient stones. What must it be like to be so content?
Stupid tears again. What was wrong with her? She rubbed her nose, annoyed with herself for losing her grip.
“There’s ice cream on the end of your nose.”
He licked his finger and wiped it off, so unexpectedly erotic she stumbled on the cobbles. He caught her with his free hand and kissed her. She fell into it, longing to chase away her whirling concerns.
“Wow! Trying to take your mind off something?”
“What do you mean?”
“How many guesses do I get?” It was cool at the end of the pier, more exposed to the crisp sea air and the screeching of the gulls. They sat on a seat set into the stone, facing the sun and sheltered from the worst of the breeze. “I’m guessing it’s time to spill the drunken big secret?”
She longed to spill it all out. But it wouldn’t be fair on Danny when it was nothing to do with him.
“Was it a one-night stand?” he guessed.
“What are you, a mind reader?”
“I’m a captive audience. You may as well tell me…”