Release Day – Ivory Tower (Secrets book 2)

I’m thrilled to announce the release of book two in my Secrets series, Ivory Tower, which shows once again how secrets can hold someone back and keep them from becoming the person they are meant to be. In this story, you’ll get to know a little more about Drea Fortier as she tries to help another couple past the secrets that are a spiked wedge between them.


The world is full of secrets…

Drea Fortier, a reclusive philanthropist whose painful past influences her belief that there can be no happily ever after for her, reaches out to help others in the hope she can transform their pain and give them hope for the future. Drea’s own story, as well as that of her assistant, Michael Smith, is slowly revealed throughout the Secrets series.

Book Two: Ivory Tower

Jenna Wilton is afraid of getting lost. On the brink of moving from a life under the controlling thumb of her mother, to the arms of her husband, she’s afraid she will never have the chance to know herself. When a mysterious note bids her to leave in the middle of her wedding shower, she slips out the back door and into a world where the choices are hers to make.

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And an excerpt:
Jenna Wilton closed her eyes and tried to shut out the hubbub around her. This was the fifth dress she’d tried on and one that put a smile on her face as she’d taken it off the rack. In a rare disagreement with her mother, she’d insisted on adding it to the pile.
Now, as the satin settled around her, so did a sense of rightness, of peace. The zipper’s teeth chuffed as the attendant closed the back. It fit like a glove, unlike the other dresses. Jenna felt the shirred bodice, ran her hands down the simple contour of the skirt. She knew the back was a touch longer to create the illusion of a train.
The soft swish of the fabric sang to her as she turned toward the mirror, her eyes still closed.
This is it. This is the dress I want to be married in. I can feel it.
Jenna opened her eyes. The loveliness reflected in the mirror validated Jenna’s vision. Her hair, more blonde than brown thanks to regular appointments, hung in soft curls to just below her shoulders. She’d keep it down. Josh liked it that way. And she liked how he played with her hair, running his fingers through it, tugging gently to pull her nearer.
The ivory, not white, of the silk, made her skin seem less pale and more vibrant. But mostly, the strapless gown elongated her throat and made non-descript blue eyes look larger than life. For the first time that she could recall, Jenna felt beautiful. This was definitely the dress.
The yank of the zipper and her mother’s shrill voice jarred Jenna back to reality and she yelped.
“Stand still,” Patricia Wilton said as she ripped the zipper down. “I told you. This dress absolutely will not do. Good grief, Jenna. You look like a plain Jane in it.”
“This is the dress I want.”
Jenna could almost see the skin tightening around her mother’s mouth.
“I will hear no more about this,” the matriarch said, tugging the strapless dress over Jenna’s hips.
Jenna glanced around the white-dress filled room, trying to calm nerves that never could quite settle around her mother. And, since she’d moved back home after her father died two years earlier, another idea of her mother’s, it meant her nerves were perennially frayed. She glanced skyward, wishing again that her father hadn’t asked so much of her. If she’d known what “be patient with your mother” had meant, she’d never have promised.


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