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When young Cheryl Ann leaves home, she thinks her path is straight…until she’s forced to make a choice she could never have imagined. The man in her life makes it clear: either pick your baby or pick me, he says. Suddenly, Cheryl finds herself at a crossroads. She makes a decision that will change her life forever, and that decision causes a chain of events that will lead Cheryl to a completely unexpected place.
Baby Girl is a mother’s story. It’s about the greatest sacrifice a mother can make when she wants only the best for her child. It’s about falling in and out of love, of losing and finding one’s self. It’s about the perilous journey from passionate young love to happy true love and understanding the differences between the two.
Baby Girl is a book that readers won’t want to miss because it’s a story they won’t forget.
From the Author:
This book is based on a true story…a story that is heartbreaking at times but will leave readers with a better understanding of what a woman will do to protect her child. When I first heard this birth mother’s story I was touched by it, so much so that I needed to know more. When I knew more, I knew I needed to write my novel. The result is Baby Girl.
ADVANCE PRAISE FOR BABY GIRL:
“It encompasses all the emotional highs and lows I expect of Bette while telling a brilliant story of a woman lost, then found.” – Elizabeth, Goodreads reviewer
“Bette has written another beautiful, emotional story. I fall in love with every book and character she creates.” – Susan, The Book Bag
“I can honestly say Bette has outdone herself with this one. I could not put it down and when I was finished I had tears streaming down my face from the sheer beauty of this book.” – Mommysmoose Goodreads Reviewer
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The first time I laid eyes on Ryan Carter was the day he and his mama moved into the Ballinger place. The house had stood empty for three, maybe four years and was considered an eyesore even for Spruce Street.
Rumor had it that Alfred Ballinger bought the house with intentions of fixing it up, but he died just three months after they moved in. The whole three days he was lying in a casket waiting to be buried, his wife, Martha, sat by his side. Then once he’d been laid to rest she went back to the house and closed the curtains, and that was the last anybody ever saw of her.
According to Mama Martha Ballinger was just waiting to die, but it took almost twenty years to happen. In all that time not a single repair was made to the house. It sat there with the paint peeling and the shutters hanging loose. When the lawn got to be knee high, one of the neighbors generally came by with a lawn mower or weed whacker and cut it back.
The Ballinger place is only two doors down from us, so we were among the first to catch hold of the stench. It was in the early spring when Mama flung open the windows to air the house out. After two sniffs, she knew something was wrong.