In My Mother’s Footsteps by Forbes Arnone
Anela
Alborn’s life is a lie. After growing up without the love of a father, her
mother reveals his identity. Tragedy strikes and she sets off on an adventure
that leads to more than she could ever imagine. Bumping into Christian Sivers
distracts her from the real man of her dreams, her father. Will he live up to
her dreams? And does she follow in her mother’s footsteps?
Excerpt—
My brown,
wooden, antiquated cottage sat on top of a hill in Sausalito. The shingles were
bleached out from exposure to the sun’s rays. A beautiful, naturally-worn deck
wound around the small chalet and gave me one of the best views in town. The
bold, red peaks of the Golden Gate Bridge were visible through the light haze
of fog over the ocean. With the hot sun working overtime to clear the sky, the
fog always seemed to linger around the tops of the bridge. To my left, I could
look down and see the rocky shore that the tourists often frequented. The slick
brown and black seals liked to sunbathe on the boulders at the water’s edge.
People would gather to take pictures or have lunch in one of the quaint
restaurants that overlooked the choppy, aqua-blue ocean.
I had grown up
in Sausalito my entire life. With the exception of when I went to Berkley, I
hadn’t adventured into the city much. Sometimes, I'd take the ferry to Angel
Island with my mountain bike and take leisurely rides or run the hills. I
hadn't done that since I ran out of my mother's house, either.
Now that I had
packed up all of her belongings — with the exception a few things I wanted to
keep — I was exhausted. As I sat on the deck of my small cottage and stared out
into the vast ocean, I felt anxious about the file that sat on my lap. Lennie
had given it to me at his office three days before and I had yet to open it.
The fear at what I'd find seeped in and turned my stomach.
Focusing my
attention, I looked down at the folder and decided the time had come to face
whatever was inside. My hands trembled as I lifted the two metal prongs and
opened the flap. I tipped the folder upside down to empty the contents, finding
the usual white sheets of paper that were full of legal jargon. How I wished I
didn't know what they meant. Sifting through it all, I found a copy of the deed
to the house, which stated that it had been transferred to my name. Also, there
was the pink slip to my mother's car to be filled out and mailed to the
Department of Motor Vehicles, and a small envelope with my mother's messy,
artsy script on the front. One word had been written on it: Anela.
Author
Bio--
Jennifer
Garcia’s (aka Forbes Arnone) love of travel began when she traveled to the West
Coast to visit her father at the age of three. Her home until she was sixteen
was a small coastal town near Boston. She currently resides in Los Angeles with
her husband, two sons, and two dogs.
Her
lifelong love for reading and writing was put aside for many years while she
made her way in the world and nurtured her young family. Even though she is
older, and life never seems to settle, she’s finding her way while attending
college full-time in pursuit of a B.A. in English Literature. She also runs a
business, and is still caring for her family. Believing she can do it all, with
the help of her family, she worked on her first novel during the late hours of
the night while balancing the rest of her life during the day. Her hard work
paid off, as her first novel, My Mr. Manny, will be published August 2013.
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