LITMIR.BIZ

       Copyright

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      A Paperback Original 2012

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      Copyright © Amanda Valentine 2012

      Amanda Valentine asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

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      ISBN: 9780007445899

      Ebook Edition © JANUARY 2011 ISBN: 9780007445912

      Version: 2013-09-03

       Dedication

      To Jessica and Nathan

      For making me what I am

      A mother

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Epilogue

      Acknowledgements

      About the Author

       Prologue

      One hand of the clock swept across the other, marking that brief and unstoppable moment where one day ends and another begins. Holly lay in bed rubbing the swell of her stomach and soothing her unborn child against the cold tremor of fear that had swept across her body, as unstoppable as the hands of the clock.

      It took Holly a considerable amount of effort to roll from her back onto her side. She had to manoeuvre her bump carefully while at the same time suppressing countless grunts and groans for fear of waking Tom, who was facing away from her, gently snoring. Holly nuzzled closer to him until her nose felt the familiar tickle of his untamed locks. She breathed in deeply, savouring his warm, sweet smell.

      ‘I love you,’ she whispered.

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