Anger can lead to passion. Imagine two people arguing only to end in a deep kiss. More often than we'd like to imagine, when two people are passionate about something, the passion spills over into a relationship. They say that love and hate are much closer than we think.
In TAYLOR'S LAW, Ella and Jake are both passionate about the care of young Tessa. They both have thoughts on how she should be raised and question what the other person wants. This leads to many an argument between them and eventually leads to a passionate relationship. It's the addition of Tessa that brings the two of them together.
TAYLOR'S LAW is an award winning book filled with amazing characters and a compelling story. Readers will make their own judgement on the outcome and measure their belief's against the characters. The humor will keep them turning the pages, unable to pause until the end.
Tell me a secret and I’ll tell you a lie.
Ella Anderson adores her niece. Despite struggling to make ends meet, accepting her dying sister’s request she raise Tessa as her own is a no brainer. Until she receives a summons from a legal goliath on behalf of a wealthy stranger claiming paternity and, potentially, custody of her child.
Jake Taylor has been ripped off one too many times. Yet the letter from a woman claiming his cousin fathered her child feels real. His aunt and uncle are desperate for a grandchild. When the child’s aunt shows up in his office in place of the child’s mother, he smells fraud.
Secrets and lies bubble to the surface, threatening Ella and Jake’s growing attraction. In a minefield of divided loyalties, can Ella trust Jake to make the right decision about custody of Tessa?
Jennifer’s book is great for fans of contemporary romances where attraction blossoms into breath-stealing passion, where mutual respect leads lovers to also being friends, and where humour and tolerance enliven a deep and abiding love.
Jennifer likes to think her readers get occasional hints of the deep passion of a Nora Roberts or the unshakeable loyalty of a Grace Burrowes where love conquers loneliness, distrust and fear.
She strode towards Jake, indignation in every step. Rifling through her wallet she produced a driver’s license. The photo was unflattering but accurate, although she looked thinner in the face now.
“I’d like to see her letter, please.” The “please” had cost her. The fact she’d used it when she was angry and frightened, made Jake award her grudging respect. She wasn’t a coward.
“Do you have authority to speak on her behalf?”
“I have—had—power of attorney and enduring guardianship.” Her stricken expression said she understood the futility of her answer—both powers expired on the death of the person named. “I’m her executor.”
“We aren’t making a claim against her estate.” He wasn’t prepared to share the letter, a letter Eleanor might have written or dictated, until he’d researched Eleanor Anderson. “Do you have any other authority?”
“I have moral authority. If you even understand what that means.” She pushed a strand of hair behind her ears, drawing attention to the elegant line of her neck.
You’re in no position to accuse me of lacking moral authority.” Although Jake’s suspicions rested largely on the letter’s claim for money. She looked as if she’d like to say something but shut her mouth, her lips pressed firmly together. She smelled of honeysuckle and summer days. And he was as crazy as his uncle to be attracted by a woman who could be running an elaborate scam. “Her death does complicate the situation.”
“My niece has lost her mother, and I have lost my sister.” Her voice trembled. Either she was as accomplished a performer as her sister, or she was struggling to contain unspeakable distress. He’d refused to speak for weeks after his parents’ death in a light-plane crash. She exhaled a slow breath. “That’s more than a complication.”