Resorting To The Truth
In love we trust…She may have found the twin sister she never knew she had…but Charlotte Harrington also lost her mother. And now she’s lost her artistic inspiration, too. Escaping to a lush tropical resort is her best shot at getting something of her own back again. She just needs to focus and somehow not let Sam Briton’s guarded smile distract her.Managing a hotel and single fatherhood puts plenty on Sam’s plate, Charlotte gets that. And the suspicion in his deep blue eyes can only lead to big-time trouble for a woman who struggles with the truth. So why is she driven by the need to convince him that love is worth opening his heart?
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In love we trust...
She may have found the twin sister she never knew she had...but Charlotte Harrington also lost her mother. And now sheâs lost her artistic inspiration, too. Escaping to a lush tropical resort is her best shot at getting something of her own back again. She just needs to focus and somehow not let Sam Britonâs guarded smile distract her.
Managing a hotel and single fatherhood puts plenty on Samâs plate, Charlotte gets that. And the suspicion in his deep blue eyes can only lead to big-time trouble for a woman who struggles with the truth. So why is she driven by the need to convince him that love is worth opening his heart?
Sam felt himself drifting closer to Charlotte.
Her lips were slightly parted, moist from the drink sheâd been sipping. He wondered what her mouth tasted like...
âHey, you two, come on out on the dance floor!â
He didnât know who yelled, but it was enough to sober Sam. âWould you like to dance?â He asked the question the way heâd been doing everything since Charlotte arrived at the resortâwithout thinking it through.
Charlotte blinked and stood up. Sam took that as an affirmative.
He rose from his chair and followed her to the makeshift dance floor, where she turned to face him. How much trouble could they get into dancing to this fast-paced Taylor Swift song anyway?
But they no sooner got into the rhythm when the song ended and a slow ballad came on.
Sam did the only thing he could think to do. He put his arms out and she unhesitatingly slid against him, as if theyâd been doing this for years.
This was a very bad idea.
If you read Allie Millerâs book, Catching Her Rival, then youâll be happy to know that this is her twin sisterâs story. Wondering what was in that letter Charlotte found? You donât have long to wait!
Resorting to the Truth begins with Charlotte Harrington reading that letter from her deceased mother, which turns Charlotteâs world upside down. Thankfully, Sam Briton enters her life, even if they have a rocky beginning. He had a problem with Charlotteâs twin sister, Allie, several years earlier, and he naturally assumes Charlotte is just as dishonest. Unfortunately, Charlotte doesnât help her case with some of the decisions she makes...
I hope you enjoy reading Charlotteâs story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Happy reading,
Lisa Dyson
LISA DYSON has been creating stories ever since getting an A on a fifth-grade writing assignment. She lives near Washington, DC, with her husband and their rescue dog with a blue tongue, aptly named Blue. She has three grown sons, a daughter-in-law and four adorable grandchildren. When not writing, reading or spending time with family, Lisa enjoys traveling, volunteering and rooting for her favorite sports teams.
For anyone searching for their roots, may you find happiness in whatever you discover
A special thank-you to my friend Chief David Parenti, Belmont Fire Department, Belmont, New Hampshire, for sharing his incredible knowledge about fire procedures. Any mistakes are entirely my own.
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Two months ago
CHARLOTTE HARRINGTON SAT alone in her living room, clutching the sealed envelope bearing her name, which was written in her deceased motherâs handwriting. The August sun had set a while ago. The only illumination in her Newport, Rhode Island, home was the fluorescent bulb in the lamp on the end table next to her.
She had no idea how much time had passed since her recently discovered twin sister, Allie Miller, had left with Charlotteâs neighbor, Jack Fletcher. Theyâd helped Charlotte unload her car after sheâd returned from her Boston art show and wanted to give her privacy as she read her motherâs last words.
Charlotte placed the envelope on her lap and wiped her damp palms on her jeans. Sheâd crinkled the edge of the envelope from grasping it so tightly the moment sheâd found it buried in a box of ticket stubs and other memorabilia her mother had saved. If not for the phone call that evening from Felicia Malone, a woman who claimed Charlotteâs mother had been seeing Feliciaâs husband nearly three decades ago, Charlotte wouldnât have gone searching for clues to the truth in her motherâs memory box. Charlotte had stored the box under her bed to sort through later, thinking nothing of significance was inside. The way the letter had been hidden under other memorabilia, she could only assume she wasnât supposed to find it until after her motherâs passing. The idea made Charlotte even more curious about the letterâs contents.
