The Redenzione Series Book 1
by Perryen Livingston
Genre: Romantic Suspense
“You have guacamole on your shirt and you’re wearing Wonder Woman slippers. Super classy.” I lean down and lick the guac' off my shirt. That stuff costs extra.
“I called you to come over so we could watch trash TV and make fun of people. You used to love doing that. Carson has made you nice. I don’t like it.” The truth is, I adore Carson. He adores Lando and that’s what matters. It’s about time Lando found a man who is quality.
“Sugar, you know that I will sit here all day and talk smack, but that’s not why I’m here.”
“I’m going to try and find my father today. I think it’s time. I’m scared. What if he doesn’t want me anymore? It’s been forty-one years and he probably has a wife and kids. Francessca acts like she never had a kid and hasn’t told a soul. What if I’m a secret that Jamieson has kept, too?”
“You won’t know unless you try. You should prepare yourself for the possibility that he’s moved on and not looked back but you also need to have a little faith. Your dad is not your mom. You are nothing like Francessca, maybe you are more like him. What does Gracen think you should do?”
“Gracen supports whatever I decide. He hasn’t looked into Jamieson, yet. He is waiting for me to tell him what I want to do. I think that knowing Jamieson wanted to keep me when I was a baby has given him hope that he’s not a threat to me emotionally. He did say that forty-one years can change a person. It’s changed me.”
I turn the TV off and grab my laptop off the coffee table. It’s time. Lando scoots closer so we can do this together. We’ve always been there for each other during the hard times. We might give each other a hard time, talk smack, and play jokes on the other but at the end of the day, we are ride or die. Best Friends Forever. As I log into my Facebook account, I feel Lando’s hand on my boob. He’s scooping guac’ off my shirt with a chip.
“Seriously, Lando, and you think I’m not classy?” It makes sense he’d do that. We share most things. Men are pretty much the only thing we don’t share.
“Hurry up! I’m jonesing to see your hot dad.”
“You think he’s going to be hot? What exactly makes you think that?”
“Well, sugar, you are beautiful. Remy, God forgive me, he’s my godson, is handsome. You don’t look like your mom so…”
Facebook is up and my finger is hovering over the search bar like it’s going to bite me. I can do this. I can do this. I type in Jamieson Drake while Lando chomps chips in my ear. Right as he’s about to put another chip into his mouth, I swat it across the room.
“I was going to eat that!”
“You’re distracting me. You’ve gotten crumbs on my laptop. If you are this spun up about my dad, how do you think I feel?”
“I have peanut M&M’s and Twizzlers. I brought stress snacks, let’s find your dad.” I grab the package of Twizzlers, rip them open with my teeth, and grab a whole handful.
“There are so many Jamieson Drakes. Some don’t have pictures.” I scroll down a long list of Jamiesons but I stop on one photo. I click on the profile and I can’t breathe. I know that I’ve found my dad. This Jamieson is sitting on a Harley, sunglasses on, and a smirk on his face. I have that same smirk. It’s kinda my thing. Lando has Facebook pulled up on his phone and he sees it, too. He saves a picture from Jamieson’s photo album to his camera roll. Weirdo.
“Look at me. I want to see something.” I turn and Lando holds his phone up beside my face.
“Take my phone and go look in the mirror, sugar. This has to be your dad.” I go into our guest bathroom and shut the door and lock it. I have a death grip on Lando’s phone but I can’t look yet. I need a moment. Lando is right outside the bathroom door. He knows I need to do this alone.
“I know you are afraid to look and I would be, too, but it’s now or never.” I take a deep breath, count to ten, and face the mirror. I bring Lando’s phone up to my face and stare at our reflections. There he is, my dad, staring right back at me with the same nose, lips, and smirk. All of these years, I thought my mom and I would look like twins—sisters, at least. My dad, I am the female version of him.
“Lando, call Piper, please. I need her to come over. She’s the one who encouraged me to look for him.” I’m staying right here, locked in the bathroom till she gets here.
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Perryen Livingston is a Southern-raised, Sicilian born, self-proclaimed rebel Belle. She is a lover of espresso, great books, all things Chanel, and Great Danes.
Perryen spent two decades traveling the world with her Air Force husband and two sons. In 2016, she finally was able to put down roots in Central Florida— the land of sunshine, beaches, and Disney.
Always one who needed to be creative to thrive, whether it be ballet or fashion design— Perryen knew her next adventure lay between the pages of a novel, her novel.
When she’s not writing, Perryen lives the domestic life wifein’ and momin’: lint-rolling dog hair off her signature-style black leggings, walking around barefoot, and spending time relentlessly loving on her family.
Little Dove is her first book in The Redenzione Series and will have two more books to follow. You can stay up to date on what’s happening next by following her on social media.
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