Jessee Bradford, a respected young veterinarian in Santa Barbara, California, comes home to find his wife Serena and baby daughter Sofia missing. Jessee fears they have been kidnapped or worse. The FBI investigators believe his wife, the only daughter of a wealthy philanthropist who never approved of their marriage, simply abandoned Jessee and took their child with no intention of returning.
After months of fruitless searching, Jessee relocates to his grandparents’ home in Iowa, where he takes over his grandpa’s veterinary practice. There he finds the family closeness he’s been missing and falls in love with a female equestrian Laura. When Jessee and Laura attend a gallery opening of an artist named She, the paintings remind Jessee of his wife Serena’s art work. Thus begins Jessee’s search to find She while his future with Laura teeters precariously on the edge until the truth about She is discovered.
THE ROMANCE REVIEWS HINT: Laura's dog's name is BREWSTER
The author weaves a story rich in detail and emotion, it deals with realistic situations and issues that occur in everyday life. This is a powerful and compelling story that masterfully intertwines issues that occur in real relationships: love, loss, betrayal, recovery, redemption, closure, second chances, and moving forward. While I enjoyed how the story unfolds throughout the book, the last quarter of the story is full of enough drama, suspense, surprising twists and turns, and romance that makes it so hard to put down until you reach the satisfying conclusion.
Taken Away is an emotional story that is so much more than the usual contemporary women's fiction novel. This is a story that will captivate you and pull at your heart strings, it will make you ponder about the complexity in relationships, and it will leave you emotionally spent but fulfilled with its wonderful ending.
“Hey, Bradford, aren’t you goin’ to class today? It’s too early in the semester to go skippin’ out, bro.”
My friend Brian was a joker and never left well enough alone. Every word out of his mouth blared loud enough for anyone walking through the quad in the middle of campus to hear.
I stopped dead in my Jordans and took a deep breath. My head was killing me, and Brian knew how to push my buttons. Why did he always act like my freaking mother?
“I’m cutting class today, Brian. Is that okay with you?”
“Another all-nighter, Bradford?” He cackled like the Wicked Witch of the West, and my head throbbed.
“Could you just take notes for me, and I’ll get ‘em later?” I hated English Lit, and Brian had taken notes for me before. I figured it was no big deal this time, either.
“Dude! No can do. I’ve gotta leave class early to see my advisor about changing my schedule around for soccer practice. You’ll have to take your own notes.” He paused, grabbed my shoulder. “You okay, bro? Your face is all red. Better get outta the sun.”
Curling my lip in a sneer, I shrugged off his hand, did a one-eighty, and headed for class. Guess it wouldn’t kill me to spend the next fifty minutes trying not to fall asleep at the back of the classroom.
The lecture hall, a huge, domed room that held up to four hundred students, had a stage at the front and a podium equipped with a microphone, so those of us in the nose-bleed section could still hear the professor. It was my favorite spot–less chance I’d be called on to answer any question the teacher might have about the book I was supposed to be reading.
I’d just slumped down in my seat when someone whispered near my right shoulder. “Do you have a pen or pencil I can borrow?”
I turned and gazed straight into the biggest, bluest eyes I’d ever seen outside of those television commercials for dry-eye problems. Long, blonde hair draped over several books perched on her lap. Sun-bleached bangs hovered above eyebrows a shade darker than her hair. Her mouth curved into a smile, and I held my breath, captivated by the gleam of her straight teeth.
She leaned closer. “I said, do you have an extra—“
“Yeah, sure.” I grabbed one of the pens I kept tucked in my shirt pocket and handed it to her.
“Thanks. I don’t know what happens to all the pens I buy every semester. They disappear into the netherworld or something.” She smiled again. “I’ll return it to you at the end of class.”
My heart hip-hopped, flipped, and dive-bombed into my stomach. She resembled the winning model I’d just seen on the front of that month’s Sports Illustrated captioned “The Top Ten Beach Beauties of California.”
“I’m Jessee Bradford. Nice to meet you.” Lame intro, but at least she’d know my name. My mouth clamped shut, and my throat felt sort of scratchy. I swear, it was as if I’d forgotten how to speak English.
“I’m Serena. I usually sit down in front, but I was so running late. I got totally stuck at the beach, painting the waves.”
A long, transparent purple skirt flowed over her knees where it met with tanned bare feet. She wore a toe ring, something I hadn’t seen since high school. It suited her somehow. Kinda went with the rest of her outfit, which wasn’t much. A sleeveless ribbed top exposed full breasts, dark perky nipples protruding beneath the thin cotton. I detected the faint scent of lavender and instinctively inhaled deeply. Intoxicating.
The professor began his lecture, so I kept my mouth shut. He had a habit of calling on students who, in his words, thought of the classroom as a “social interactive venue.”
Serena took notes, scribbling away furiously. She looked up every few minutes, brows furrowed in intense concentration.
Me? I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t get her face out of my head. That smile. The way her expression changed when she said she’d been at the beach, painting the waves. She struck me as a free spirit, carefree, sort of a hippie.
The next forty-five minutes I spent staring at the professor like a zombie, trying my best to appear engrossed in whatever he was saying. But I nodded off every few minutes. Each time my head drooped toward my chest I’d pop back up to soldier-straight position and take a quick peek at Serena, just to make sure she hadn’t been an illusion.
My eyes fluttered open again when my notebook shifted. A hand splayed across the empty page.
“Hell-lo?” Serena dipped her head in front of my face. “Class is over. Not that you’d notice.”
I glanced around the room. Students clogged the exit doors. A hot blush crept up my neck and face. Great. I just made a super impression on this girl with my engaging conversation, coupled with my avid interest in our English Lit class.
“Sorry. I must have been thinking about something else,” I mumbled and headed toward the nearest exit. I felt a tug on the back of my shirt. Turning around, I came face-to-face with Serena’s enormous blue eyes.
A pen dangled from her fingertips in front of my chest. “Do you want to come to the beach with me? It’s another gorgeous Santa Barbara day.”
I took the pen from her slender fingers. I didn’t need to think twice about my answer. “Sure. I’m through for the day anyway.”
That was a bald-faced lie. Equine Physiology class started in ten minutes, but Brian took excellent notes. I didn’t need to worry.
We meandered across campus. She walked on the grass, feet mincing through the greenery like a wood nymph from a child’s storybook about fairies and princesses.
“So, Jessee Bradford, what do you do for fun?” She flitted around me like a dragonfly, her skirt billowing in the mild breeze.
I reached out and grasped her hand. “I loan pens to female students who don’t come prepared for class.”
She didn’t let go of my hand, and my heart thrummed. My cheeks burned and I dipped my head.
“You get embarrassed too easily, Jessee Bradford. But it just makes you more handsome. Are you shy?”
Her smile showed teeth so white they sparkled. I felt beyond embarrassed, but at the same time, I was mesmerized. My tongue morphed into a piece of sandpaper, scraping the insides of my mouth. I swallowed and looked up at the cirrus clouds edging toward the dormitory buildings on this side of campus, giving myself a few seconds to cool down.
“I do volunteer work in my spare time. Don’t have much opportunity for fun. I’m majoring in Veterinary Medicine.”
The breeze blew one long piece of perfectly straight blonde hair across her face. I reached out and tucked it behind her ear.
She slowed to a standstill, and my fingers slipped through the end of the strand then rested on the curve of her waist.
“Volunteer work?” She laid her forearm on top of mine and squinted up at me, shadowing her eyes with her other hand.
“At the Santa Barbara Animal Shelter. They host a free spay and neuter clinic every other weekend.”
She twisted away and ran toward Skye Beach. I followed her to the bottom of the cliff’s stairs and stopped to watch her skip to the edge of the water where the seaweed floated in and out with the swiftly encroaching tide. Skidding to a halt, she slipped when a wave splashed the bottom half of her skirt, and she reached out to grab my hand.
I took hold of her outstretched fingers and pulled her toward me to break her fall. She turned in my direction. Her full breasts grazed my cotton shirt, and she looked up and smiled.
I don’t know what I was thinking, but I lowered my mouth to hers in an extra slow, searching kiss. My God, I wanted this to last forever.
The way she pressed her body closer to mine indicated I hadn’t offended her, and I savored every second of our lingering kiss. Once again, I detected the faint scent of lavender, and my head reeled.
When I kiss a girl I keep my eyes open. Serena pulled back, her eyes remained closed for several seconds, and I hoped that meant she enjoyed it.
“What about you, Serena? What do you do when you’re not painting the waves at the beach?”
She leaned into a backbend in my arms, her hands stretched far out above her head like a ballerina, as if reaching to the ground. My hands tightened around her waist so she wouldn’t fall.
After bringing her body upright, she grinned and placed a finger on my lips, rubbing it slowly from side to side, her mouth set in a serious line.
“I’m an art major, but I knew how to paint before I came here.” Her bottom lip stuck out in a pout.
“Then why’d you enroll at U.C.?”
She continued to trace my lips with her finger, and I found it hard to concentrate. I just wanted to kiss her again.
“My father said he wouldn’t—“ she made air quotes with her fingers “—gift me my inheritance early, if I didn’t get my degree. This is my last year.”
“So when June rolls around you’ll receive enough money to live independent of your parents?”
She dropped her finger from my lips and turned her head toward the waves. A crisp, light breeze blew off the water, and her nipples stood erect under her stretchy top.
“Daddy said he’d give me the majority of my inheritance now instead of waiting until, you know, he dies. Yeah, that was the deal.”
All of a sudden her body language changed drastically. She turned and faced the ocean, her folded arms tucked under her breasts, brows furrowed, mouth set in a straight line. Gone was the happy-go-lucky expression I’d seen since we left class together.
I moved to her side, put my arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze. “Let’s get outta here.”
She glanced up at me, eyes glassy. Her lips quirked up in a half-smile. “Okay.” Stretching up on her toes, she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Where are you taking me?”
I turned my wrist to check my watch. “It’s almost eleven o’clock.” I lifted my eyebrows. “Do you like pizza?”
She grabbed my hand and ran toward the stairs leading up from the beach, laughing, dragging me behind her. Her mood was infectious. We raced to the top of the stairs where I playfully tackled her from behind. We fell on the grass, out of breath from scrambling up forty feet of steps.
Her breasts moved up and down as she lay on her back, staring at the sky, her breathing labored. “Vegetarian,” she managed to puff out. “ But…hold the... anchovies…I hate anchovies.”
I leaned over her, blocking out the sunlight, and our eyes met in a concentrated stare. “You’re beautiful, Serena.”
She raked her hand through my hair and pulled my face closer to hers. Her lips were warm and soft, her tongue hot and moist. My left thigh inched its way over, until I lay on top of her. The sound of her sigh was all I needed to push me over the edge.
She managed several words between kisses. “We should go.”
I slid off her and slumped onto my back on the grass. “Wow.”
“You’re going to fall in love with me, Jessee Bradford.”
My head spun. Had she just said what I think she said? I sat up and looked over at her. “Why’s that?”
Her hair splayed out over the grass like a Japanese fan, tiny daisies peeking through the blonde strands. Every inch of her perfectly oval face was tanned, and a light sprinkling of freckles spread across the apples of her cheeks and nose.
“Because you can’t help yourself, Jessee Bradford.”
I had trouble remembering what I’d asked her and shook my head. Had she said I was going to fall in love with her?
“You know we almost look like twins.” She touched the side of my jaw with her fingers and smiled. “Both of us blond and blue-eyed. But I’m missing the dimple on the right side of my mouth. And the cleft in my chin.”
I stood up and stretched out my hand. She grabbed it and pulled herself up.
“Let’s go, Serena...?”
My mouth fell half-open, and I peered at her. “As in Middleton Veterinary Hospital?”
“The same.” She walked toward the center of campus, her sheet of hair swaying side to side.
As soon as her words coalesced in my brain, I ran to catch up with her. “Your father’s the philanthropist? That David Middleton?”
“The third,” she answered, her tone haughty yet playful.
“And you still want to eat pizza with me?”
She whipped around so fast I almost smacked into her. “I don’t give a crap what my parents think about the men I go out with,” she cried, eyes flashing.
I stepped back, stretched my arms in front of me, palms facing outward. “Whoa. I was just teasing. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
She closed her eyes, angled her head downward, and sighed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you.” She grinned as if she was hiding something. “I already told you. You’re going to fall in love with me, Mr. Bradford. Now let’s go to Bertolucci’s. I’m starved.”
O-kay. She overreacted about being a Middleton and going out with someone like me. Perhaps she was one of those roller coaster types, up and down with their emotions. I had no clue. I didn’t know her.
We walked the rest of the way in silence. She grabbed my hand and swung it back and forth, skipping past the Student Union building and dormitories. I jogged beside her on our way to the parking lot.
She appeared to have gotten past her anger or whatever it was. And if she wasn’t pulling my leg, this meal would be very enlightening.
My future girlfriend was the heir to a family fortune.