A Father for Daisy


AFatherforDaisy_w9937_750Thirteen years ago, at her senior prom, Gillian Crane did the unthinkable – she became drunk for the first time and lost her virginity to an unknown man. Later, when she found out she was pregnant, her unloving, unyielding mother threw her out and told her never to return.

Gillian succeeds in building a new life for herself in New York City, vowing never to see her childhood home again. But when she learns her mother is dying, she drags her twelve-year-old daughter back to hell on earth, also known as Barnesville. Once again caught in small town life amongst old friends and enemies, her past comes back to haunt her, turning her world upside down as the question still remains. Who is the father of her child?



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This was home to her.
Not this house. Not the woman upstairs. No, it was these two wonderful, warmhearted people next to her that meant home to her. Andrew, her best friend, who had always been there for her and whom she knew she could trust with anything, and Alma, the warm, motherly woman who without second thoughts had opened her arms and her home for Gillian.
“I saw Daisy outside, fearlessly leading her gang toward the pond, shouting something about building a submarine to go after that big fish all the old guys insist lives there.”
“I bet she is. That girl has an adventurous side I’ve never seen anything like. If it weren’t for me holding her back with all the strength I can muster, she would have climbed Mount Everest by now.”
“Why hold her back?” Andrew squinted at Gillian over his cup of coffee. “She’s twelve years old. I think she’s ready to face the world. If I remember correctly, we weren’t sitting idly at her age.”
“You don’t have any children, do you?”
Andrew shook his head. “No, I don’t. But that doesn’t mean I don’t understand the constant worry of being a parent. I’m thirty-one, and my mother still pampers me.”
“I do not!” Alma gasped, outraged.
“Yes, you do.” Andrew grinned, blowing his mother a kiss.