Francesca Sabatini came to America to take in the sights, celebrate her high school graduation, and have fun wasting time before college starts in the fall.
That’s not what happens.
Fresh off the plane and barely on American soil more than a handful of minutes, Francesca’s face is recognized by TSA scanners to be a match for a child who was kidnapped twelve years ago.
Brody Mason remembers the day Fiona Sullivan went missing during a family vacation in Italy and it’s haunted him his whole life. So when Francesca shows up at the Sullivan farm down the road, he’s compelled to figure out if this girl really is his long lost friend.
But Francesca knows she’s not Fiona Sullivan. She knows exactly who she is. At least she thinks she knows – until Brody Mason relentlessly pursues her and she begins to have feelings for him. Maybe being Fiona isn’t so bad?
Reality becomes blurred, secrets are revealed, and life will never be the same when the final questions are answered: Is she Francesca or Fiona? And where does she really belong?
J. A. Huss likes to write new adult books that make you think and keep you guessing. Her favorite genre to read is space opera, but since practically no one reads those books, she writes new adult science fiction, paranormal romance, contemporary romance, urban fantasy, and books about Junco (who refuses to be saddled with a label).
She has an undergraduate degree in horses, (yes, really–Thank you, Colorado State University) and a master’s degree in forensic toxicology from the University of Florida. She used to have a job driving around Colorado doing pretty much nothing but shooting the breeze with farmers, but now she just writes, runs the New Adult Addiction and Clean Teen Reads Book Blogs, and runs an online science classroom for homeschoolers.
"She's back," Park says.
We stare at each other.
"She's back home. At the Sullivans' house. I saw a girl coming out of the woods with Angela, and we were talking to Jake and Quinn and they said she's Fiona."
"Fiona. As in I've-been-missing-for-twelve-years Fiona?"
"That'd be the one," Case says.
"What's she look like?" My heart is beating so fast I can barely breathe. In fact, if I don't get up off this creeper I think I might pass out. I push off the undercarriage and slide out on the smooth concrete floor, then get to my feet and stand still as I deal with the blood rushing to my head.
"Long brown hair, tall and thin. She's real pretty, actually."
"Looks kinda like those pictures you see of her at the library bulletin board, except older, of course," Park offers.
"What about her eyes?" I ask.
"Gray," they say together.
"Like a weird gray color, like silver almost," Case says. "I could see them from across the parking lot. It was strange, that color. Did she always have those eyes?"
I have to turn away before I say it, that's how shaken I am. "Yeah. She always did."
That's who that was last night.
Fiona. I say it to myself again and let out a long breath.
"She doesn't speak any English, though," Case adds.
"What?" I laugh this time. It breaks the spell and I manage a real sentence. Sort of. "How the hell does that happen?"
"The kidnappers had her in Italy this whole time, so she speaks Italian." They both shrug.
Maybe that's why she didn't say anything last night. But at least she doesn't know I was talking shit about her when I was leaving. "Is Sean home?"
"Nah," Park says. "He's at work today, otherwise we wouldn't have been there."
I nod at them as the wheels spin in my mind.
My feet are walking across the driveway towards my dirt bike. I'm on automatic pilot right now, I've got one thing on my mind, just one thing. I start up the bike and spin gravel as I speed down our driveway towards town.