Ribbon of Light
By Claire Yezbak Fadden
Genre: Women’s Fiction
Book Description
Julie Rafferty’s life-long dream is within her
grasp. But just as the toy company she founded verges on becoming a
multi-million-dollar enterprise, her husband abandons their marriage.
Trevor had no choice but to walk away from
Julie. How else could he show his wife that the business was her priority, not
him and their three children? His drastic stunt backfires though, jeopardizing
the family business and seemingly pushes Julie into the arms of a younger man.
Just when Julie and Trevor find their way back
to each other, a ruthless competitor escalates a bogus lawsuit. Together they
plot to reclaim control of the toy company, only to uncover a shattering
betrayal that puts them in unimaginable danger.
Can they overcome their dreadful mistake and
reclaim the passion, trust and commitment that once drew them together? Or will
the greed of an evil man irreparably destroy everything they hold dear?
About the Author
When she’s not playing with her granddaughters, Pennsylvania
native Claire Yezbak Fadden is writing contemporary women’s fiction. Her books
feature strong women who overcome life’s challenges, always putting their
families first.
There's a special spot in Claire's heart for carousel horses –
quite possibly the result of watching “Mary Poppins” 13 times as a young girl.
She loves butterflies, ladybugs and confetti! Just ask anyone who's received a
birthday card from her.
The mother of three lives in Orange County, California with her
husband, Nick and three spoiled dogs.
Claire’s work as an award-winning journalist, humor columnist
and editor has appeared in more than 100 publications across the United States,
Canada and Australia. Ribbon of Light is the third novel in
her Begin Again series.
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EXCERPT
Before Julie placed her purse on the desk, Leanne handed her
three phone messages, two from Gary and one from a local reporter.
“Oh, and I thought you might want to read this,” Leanne handed
over an article printed off the Internet. “After your meeting with Bennett
Burnside, I remembered reading this from two years ago.”
The story recounted the
case of a family from Georgia. The parents of a ten-year-old had won $100,000
in compensatory damages and $9.9 million in punitive damages in a lawsuit
against MaxOut Toys. The suit claimed their son permanently lost partial use of
his right hand after playing with BlastAway, a handheld video game manufactured
by the start-up company. The article read in part:
“Because of their
negligence, this young lad is unable to perform any of the normal activities a
boy of ten would enjoy,” their attorney said, arguing that MaxOut management
knew the dangers of overuse of their product and was required to provide
consumer warnings. “Young Benji is now designated as a special needs student.
On the Little League field, Benji can’t pitch, play first base, or even bat
properly.”
Julie remembered Mort
Gunther’s appeal to the ruling. An appellate court upheld the original judgment,
forcing the fledgling toy manufacturer to file for bankruptcy.
Funny. She hadn’t seen Mort since he lost his company…until he
introduced her to Bennett Burnside.
Leanne handed Julie a
copy of another news item dated months later from the Global Business Briefs
section of the Wall Street Journal,announcing Game Masters’
acquisition of bankrupt MaxOut Toys for an undisclosed amount.
An icy surge ran down
Julie’s back. She set the papers on Leanne’s desk and clenched the journalist’s
phone message in her hand.
Roberta Perkins, San
Marcel Mercury News. Please call before 2:00 p.m.
While placing the call,
Julie licked her lips, a nervous habit she had since a child, waiting for the
phone to connect.
“Ms. Rafferty, thank you
for returning my call.” Roberta Perkins’s monotone voice replied. Julie
pictured her more as a Helen Thomas-style journalist than a wide-eyed Lois
Lane.
“An unnamed source on the
San Marcel Narcotics Task Force claims the US attorney’s office is requesting a
court order to confiscate your company files. Would you care to comment?”
Julie collapsed in her
chair, her legs no longer able to support her. “What did you say?”
“Is FunWorks actually a
front for money-laundering?”
“I don’t understand the
question,” Julie said, her voice shaking.
“It’s the first step before the Narcotics Task Force initiates
an investigation,” the reporter said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Nervous energy soared
through Julie’s veins. “The Narcotics Task Force? What is this all about?”
“The task force received
a tip that FunWorks launders money for drug traffickers.”
“What a ridiculous
allegation.” Julie’s pulse quickened, and her hand flew to the silver crucifix
dangling on a thin chain around her neck. She fingered the cross and took in a
deep breath.
“May I quote you?”
“Quote me? For what?”
“For the article I’m
working on. You did know you are under investigation?”
Julie didn’t respond.
“In my experience,
allegations of federal law violations are taken very seriously by the United
States Attorney, especially Del Evans’s office,” Roberta said, suddenly
sounding supportive. “If I were you, I’d call my attorney.”
“I have no comment about
the allegation,” Julie managed to say. “I will remind you, though, that a libel
suit can be very expensive. In my experience, newspaper publishers fire
irresponsible writers whose sloppy work costs them money.” Julie disconnected
the call and threw the cordless phone across the room.
Now those jerks had gone
too far.
She retrieved her phone.
Twenty minutes later,
after waiting on hold, a clerk in US Attorney Del Evans’s office informed her
that Mr. Evans was unable to take her call. The clerk couldn’t say anything
about the allegations, but she confirmed that contacting a lawyer would be a
good idea.
“How long do these
investigations take?” Julie asked.
“Hard to say,” the
droning voice replied. “Every case is unique. When it’s connected to money,
sometimes the IRS and the DEA get involved.”
Julie held the phone
receiver near her ear for a minute or two listening to the dial tone.
The IRS and the DEA?
Burnside wanted FunWorks
so much, he sicced the Feds on me. Why?
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