Christian Sucato had spent his life wondering why he was abandoned at birth. When a DNA test matches him to a brother, Christian hopes that he will finally find the answers he’d always been searching for. However, he’s not quite prepared for the answers he’s about to get.
Zoe St. John had thought she’d put her past and her family behind her. She’d accepted that her future would not have a happily ever after. Further, she was quite happy to be surrounded by her friends and fully embraced a future growing old surrounded by cats and dogs. At least, those were the plans until Andrew Lankford enters her life once again.
Andrew Lankford had spent years looking for his mother and sister and as a last result decided to try the popular DNA tests. What he hadn’t counted on was being matched with a potential brother. He didn’t have a brother. Yet apparently he did. Through his brother, he also finds the one person he never thought to see again—his best friend from childhood—Zoe St. John.
But, once the dust settles, will more fractures upset Christian’s world?
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary11 Ratings on Amazon - average of 4.5
10 Ratings on Goodreads - average 4.4
“But he’s sooo cute.” I hold the two-month-old Cavanese up to Christian Sucato’s face. “Aria needs a puppy.”
“Aria can have a puppy when she’s old enough to take care of one.” Christian gently pushes the puppy away from his face. “Since I’m still changing Aria’s diaper, I think that’s a few years off.”
Aria is Christian’s ten-month-old daughter, cute as a button and needs a puppy. My three favorite things in the world are puppies, kittens, and babies. I’ll only ever have puppies and kittens, but that’s okay. For the most part, I like animals better than people anyway.
“She is a darling,” Bethany, Christian’s wife, takes the pup and scratches him behind the ears. “What kind of dog is it?”
“A Cavanese.”
“What the hell is a Cavanese?” Christian asks.
“A King Charles Spaniel and Maltese mix,” I answer. “The owner of the Spaniel was a breeder, but then decided they didn’t want to be bothered after the pups were born.” I hate it when people breed irresponsibly.
“It’s a shame we don’t have time to take care of him,” Bethany snuggles the pup.
“I can barely parent and I’m sure I’m screwing up,” Christian says. “I’m not going to screw up a dog too.”
“You’re a wonderful parent,” I argue. “Aria is perfect. You guys are perfect. She’s loved, fed, bathed, and properly diapered. That’s all that matters.”
“And we don’t do dogs in a house with Dylan,” Christian reminds me. “He’ll have a fit the first time the dog pees on the floor.
I roll my eyes. “Dylan never needs to know. Not if you keep the pup in the basement with you.”
