Book Title: Finding Fisher
Author: Dakota Madison
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: March 2, 2015
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Franklin Smith was the perfect fiancé. He was at the top of our class at Stanford and had been recently accepted to Harvard Law. But Spring Break our senior year of college changed everything. He went back home to New Jersey and never returned. At his funeral I discovered a guy I never knew. His secret past. And a twin brother, Fisher, I didn’t know existed.
Author’s Note: This book is dedicated to cover model, Joshua Scott Nicholson (August 30, 1990 - December 12, 2014). A portion of the profits from the sale of this book will be donated in Josh’s memory to Joining Hearts, Inc., a 501 (c)(3), all-volunteer, non-profit organization dedicated to providing housing support to people living with HIV and AIDS in Atlanta. Cover Photographer Eric McKinney of 6:12 Photography will also donating a portion of his profits to Joining Hearts in Josh’s memory.
As I look around for signs of life all I see are a few mangy-looking stray cats milling about, no doubt searching for rats or other varmints who will serve as their next meals.
Then I hear the faint sound of tapping. Followed by an “Oh, No!”
I guess it’s not just me and the cats here. I head toward the area from where the exclamation emanated.
An old truck that looks like it hasn’t been driven since the 1950s is behind another truck maybe from the 1970s.
There’s a man with the entire top half of his body underneath the hood of the older truck, obviously trying to fix it. All that’s visible as I approach is his bottom half, in tight-fitting Denim and black work boots.
I clear my throat, hoping to get his attention, but I get a rather annoyed “Just a minute” instead.
After sixty-two seconds pass I clear my throat again. “It’s been over a minute. Sixty-three seconds to be exact.”
He laughs. One that sounds familiar. Too familiar. His laugh sounds just like Franklin’s. A shiver runs through my entire body in response.
When he extricates himself from the hood of the car and turns toward me my knees buckle and I nearly faint.
The man grabs me just before I hit the dirt. Once he has me upright I notice that the brand new white silk shirt I’m wearing is now covered in grease.
“This can’t be happening,” I utter as I try to remember if grease can be removed from silk.
I quickly remove my stash of sanitizer wipes from my pocketbook and get to work trying to remove some of the grease from my shirt.
“I don’t think that’s going to work,” the man says.
He looks just like Franklin, but a disgustingly filthy version of my fiancé. Every inch of the guy is covered in grease and dirt. It’s like my worst nightmare come to life.
One of the few things I hate more than being disorganized is being dirty. I will do almost anything to avoid becoming soiled in any way.