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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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Baby Girl – #fridayfiction
For the rest of that summer when Mama and Missus Carter settled at the kitchen table with their coffee and complaints, I’d slip out the back door, go down the block and help Ryan fix up their house. By the time school started we’d cleared the weeds out of the yard, nailed the shutters back in place and painted the whole downstairs.
I know it sounds like a lot of work, but it wasn’t. When you’re doing something with somebody special, work doesn’t feel like work. I liked Ryan. A lot. I liked when he high-fived me or bumped his hip up against mine. I liked when our hands touched and when we sat together on the back step. In a way that’s hard to explain, being with Ryan was like being with Daddy. He made me feel good about myself and happy to be near him.