“Sasha…”
She flattened her palms against her ears, trying to shut out the ghostly voice.
“Go away,” Sasha whispered back. “Please, Nadine, leave me alone….” A shudder wracked her body. Had she lost her mind? She was arguing with a ghost. But was Nadine a ghost? Was she really dead? No one had found her body, just the blood.
Suddenly Sasha heard another cry. Annie’s. The storm must have awakened the child.
“Sasha…”
She ignored the whisper as she kicked back the covers. The nanny was closer, but Sasha had to go to the little girl. She needed Annie, needed to hold her to soothe herself. Her bare feet padded against the worn runner as she felt her way down the hall. The nursery door stood open and lightning flashed through the window, illuminating the room where the child slept peacefully again in the crib.
In the corner, the rocker moved to and fro….
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The Substitute Sister
Lisa Childs
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To Stacy Boyd—my helpful, insightful editor.
To Kimberly Duffy w/a Lindsey Brookes—
for unwavering friendship and support—love you!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lisa Childs has been writing since she could first form sentences. At eleven she won her first writing award and was interviewed by the local newspaper. That story’s plot revolved around a kidnapping, probably something she wished on any of her six siblings. A Halloween birthday predestined a life of writing intrigue. She enjoys the mix of suspense and romance.
Readers can write to Lisa at P.O. Box 139, Marne, MI 49435 or visit her at her Web site www.lisachilds.com.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Sasha Michaelson—She’s lost her twin on Sunset Island, but she’s in danger of losing her heart and her life, too.
Reed Blakeslee—The lawman’s determined to protect Sasha, no matter the risk…physically or emotionally.
Nadine Michaelson—She’s always resented her twin—enough to lure her to danger?
Charles Norder—Sasha’s ex-fiancé had left her for her sister. How obsessed had he remained?
Albert Jorgen—The lawyer handled all of Nadine’s personal affairs.
Roger Scott—How resentful was he that Nadine had stolen his inheritance?
Mrs. Arnold—The housekeeper served herself first.
Jerry—Does the gardener know where all the secrets are buried?
Barbie—The young nanny resents her new employer as much as her missing one.
Annie—The toddler now calls her aunt Mommy, but will she lose this one, too?
The Scott Mansion—The old Victorian house is alive with hatred and ghosts.
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 One
Sasha stepped before the long oval mirror, peering at her reflection to adjust her veil. The gauzy lace hindered her sight that day, her wedding day; foolish trust blinded her every other day. Frustration jangled her nerves, so that when she lifted the veil, her shaking fingers rent the fabric, leaving it in tatters across her face.
But it wasn’t her face staring back at her through the suddenly fogging glass. It was her twin standing there, shiny black hair flowing around the shoulders of the lacy white gown,
