A Child's Wish. Tara Quinn Taylor

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      Praise for the Novels of Tara Taylor Quinn

      “One of the skills that has served Quinn best…has been her ability to explore edgier subjects.”

      —Publishers Weekly

      “One of the most powerful Superromances I have had the privilege to review.”

      —WordWeaving on Nothing Sacred

      “Quinn writes touching stories about real people that transcend plot type or genre.”

      —All About Romance

      “Quinn explores relationships thoroughly…. Her vividly drawn characters are sure to win readers’ hearts.”

      —Romance Communications

      “Quinn’s latest contemporary romance offers readers an irresistible combination of realistically complex characters and a nail-bitingly suspenseful plot. Powerful, passionate and poignant, Hidden is deeply satisfying.”

      —Booklist

      “Somebody’s Baby is an exceptional tale of real-life people who are not perfect, feel heartache, make mistakes and have to find their inner strength…. Somebody’s Baby easily goes on my keeper shelf.”

      —The Romance Reader Reviews

      Where the Road Ends is “an intense, emotionally compelling story.”

      —Booklist

      Dear Reader,

      Most of us, when we were children, spent a lot of time playing. As we grew up and responsibilities presented themselves, the child inside us was slowly buried. For some, the burial was complete and we forgot how to play at all. For many of the rest of us, playtime was minimal. We not only lost the “fun” that filled the majority of our waking hours, but we lost the ability to believe in things we couldn’t explain, to assume we’d be loved just because we existed, to wish for something with any expectation of receiving it.

      A Child’s Wish is the story of a woman who didn’t lose that ability to listen to her heart, who didn’t lose the ability to believe in the things she couldn’t explain. It’s also the story of a child whose greatest wish, and her attempts to achieve it, could cost her her life. And it’s the story of a man who trusts only what he can explain with his head, not his heart.

      A Child’s Wish feels, in part, like my own autobiography. While all the events are pure fiction, the catharsis, the coming of age, by all three of the story’s major players touched me personally. This story gave me hope and joy; it gave me not only the reminder, but the license, to play. I hope you can find the freedom to believe what your heart tells you, no matter where it leads—even if it goes against the crowd. I wish you all joy in life. I’m off to play now….

      Tara Taylor Quinn

      P.S. I love to hear from readers. You can reach me at P.O. Box 133584, Mesa, Arizona 85216 or through my Web site, www.tarataylorquinn.com.

      A Child’s Wish

       Tara Taylor Quinn

      

www.millsandboon.co.uk

      For Kevin, Rachel, Mom and Sherry, the daily recipients of my intensity, who hang around in spite of me. You are the culmination of my deepest wishes and I am grateful for you every single day.

      Acknowledgment

      Many thanks to Maricopa County Sheriff’s Office Deputy David Parra for his generous contribution to the technical aspects of this book. And for the kindness, respect and humor with which he handled my ignorance.

      CONTENTS

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      CHAPTER TWELVE

      CHAPTER THIRTEEN

      CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      CHAPTER FIFTEEN

      CHAPTER SIXTEEN

      CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

      CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

      CHAPTER NINETEEN

      CHAPTER TWENTY

       CHAPTER ONE

      “MS. FOSTER, are you alone?” Startled as the loudspeaker sounded in her third-grade classroom during her Thursday-afternoon planning period, Meredith glanced up from the sloppily scrawled math problem she’d been trying to decipher.

      “Yes, Mr. Shepherd.” She used the formality, just as she always did when anyone else was around—or could possibly be around.

      “Could you come down to my office?” The principal’s inner sanctum—the only place in the building where one could be guaranteed an uninterrupted meeting.

      Meredith dropped the purple pen she’d been using to grade papers.

      “Yes, Mr. Shepherd. I’ll be right there.”

      The beautiful March day had just taken a nosedive. She was in trouble again.

      “YOU’RE THE BEST teacher I’ve ever had, Meredith. Year after year, your students average higher scores than any other students in the district on both national and local aptitude tests.”

      “I know.” Hands clasped in her lap, one thumb rubbing the opposite palm, Meredith added, “Thank you.”

      “You’re also the teacher who brings me the most parental phone calls.”

      She occupied one of the two wooden armchairs in front of the scarred but spotless desk while the principal, dressed in casual slacks, cotton shirt and tie, stood at the window behind it.

      “I know.”

      “Those parents pay my salary.”

      “I know.”

      “And yours.”

      She nodded, pulling her hair in the process as her waist-length ponytail got caught in the

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