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Beautiful Evil Winter von Lavender, Kelly K. (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 10.10.2013
  • Verlag: First Edition Design Publishing
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Beautiful Evil Winter

Beautiful Evil Winter is about an international adoption from hell. When Sophia and her husband Ethan set off to Russia to adopt a baby boy, little do they realize they are headed straight into the open arms of the Mafia. To make matters worse, an untrained, inexperienced adoption coordinator orchestrates the effort to keep the American couple sheltered from the Mafia. Beautiful Evil Winter is a modern-day odyssey about the human capacity for hope, the traumas that shape our lives, and the lengths we'll travel for love.

About Kelly - My fascination with fiction began in middle school when I entered a book-reading contest and won. As an ardent fan of the resonating narrative and the cliffhanger, I decided to dedicate myself to becoming a skilled writer. When college professors spotlighted my writing in the classroom, it anchored my interest in becoming a novelist. I continued to pursue my education at UCLA where my writing earned praise from an award-winning author. Of equal and enduring importance in my life, is a passion for horses. As an avid, lifelong equestrian and horse owner, I now live on a ranch with my family, which we share with a menagerie of four-legged friends. Beautiful Evil Winter is my debut novel.

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    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: watermark
    Seitenzahl: 100
    Erscheinungsdatum: 10.10.2013
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781622874408
    Verlag: First Edition Design Publishing
    Größe: 296kBytes
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Beautiful Evil Winter

Chapter 1

"Will it happen this time? The ban announced last night-will it ruin everything? Dad says Russian law takes effect the moment it's ratified. I'm so worried, Ethan."

I rub my eyes and lean my head back while the jet engines roar in the background. My head throbs and my hands sweat as we try to begin our 13-hour journey. We've been sitting on the tarmac for two hours due to a mechanical problem.

Ethan grabs my hand and squeezes it softly, leaning over to plant a kiss on my forehead. I gaze at his face, bags frame his red eyes. I look out the window to distract myself. It's a sunny cold day, the sky clear of clouds and full of promise for flight.

"One step at a time, Sofia. We're closer than we've ever been. Remember that," he says soothingly.

Turning back to him, my body becomes rigid as anger spills over me like hot molten lava. "You're thinking the same thing I am! We should be overjoyed at the prospect of meeting our son! This is a time for celebration, a time for effervescent bottles of uncorked champagne! But this do-it-yourself adoption is a nightmare! How much longer can we handle disappointment after disappointment? The closer we think we are-the farther away we are," I vent.

The conversation with Natasha on the phone last night burns in my brain.

"Adoption very risky in Russia now. The ban make Mafia watch money very close."

How could she say that on the eve of our trip?

I play back what Natasha said. "This trip big gamble for you. l work to keep adoption away from Mafia. If I do not, police arrest you for human trafficking or Mafia take you. Better to go to prison. My name not appear anywhere, only yours. Phone will be disconnected. And I never know you."

"Hello, folks. This is your pilot I apologize for the delay. The maintenance crew is working diligently to insure the safety of our trip. Thanks again for your patience."

I glance over at Ethan, who's dozing now.

"Honey?" I place my hand on his arm, but he doesn't stir. Probably, the fatigue finally caught up with him, or... maybe he drank a cocktail, in which case he'll be comatose. I think I'll go to the restroom before the plane takes off. "Be back in a minute."

I carefully unclasp my seat belt and try to skitter by him without disturbing him. As I walk past the rows on either side, I glance at the tendrils of ear plugs reaching upward like small sun-seeking plants, and the hand-held devices, passengers attached to them like farmers admiring prized vegetables pulled from the fields.

As I reach the door, the occupied sign forces me to pause and begin to turn around.

Suddenly, I hear the click of the door unlocking.

What luck! I'll just dash in and dash out. Hopefully, I won't have to hold my breath to stay in there . My face twists in repulsion at the thought. A haggard looking middle _ aged man with a large paunch emerges and smiles too brightly at me.

That look-that look of recognition like I'm a favorite relative, but I'm not. His lids half close as he squeezes past me taking his slow sweet time. And he looks back at me before he stumbles down the aisle way.

Yuck.

I push the door open and inhale a shallow breath. The smell of pump soap greets me. All clear. I can breathe.

Ting, Ting. The strained voice of the stressed-out flight attendant echoes through the tiny bathroom cabin.

"Within the next twenty minutes, The Captain will be turning on the fasten seat belt sign. Until then, you can use your electronic devices. We apologize for the inconvenience"

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