Release Day Blitz – A Husband By Any Other Name By Cheryl St. John

 

Blurb

Caught in a lie….
 

 

Fourteen years ago Dan Beckett’s identical twin
took off without a word to his pregnant young fiancé or their father. Having
secretly loved Lorraine for years, Dan assumes his twin’s identity as the
first-born son, as Lorraine’s husband and father of the baby she carried.
Around the lie, he created the perfect life.


 



But now his greatest fear is coming true. His
long-lost brother is coming home—with amnesia. Dan is about to lose his tenuous
hold on this masquerade, and he must tell Lorraine the truth before Tom
remembers his true identity.
 

 

 

Lorrie built a life with Tom Beckett, the man she
loves, the father of her children—or so she believed. Her first reaction to his
confession is disbelief…and then anger and hurt. Her whole married life has
been a lie. But Lorrie has a secret of her own—a secret that never seemed
important until now.
 

 

 

Will the truth unravel the love they once shared?
What will become of their family, their children…their marriage when everyone
learns the truth?
 

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Prologue

Fourteen Years Earlier
“Sometimes I want to take off the top of your head and screw your brain in right.” Turning from his brother, Daniel Beckett gripped the wrench and tightened the last spoke on his vintage Harley, his pride and joy, as though demonstrating the procedure. “You can’t be serious.”“Never more serious in my life, Danny-boy,” Tom replied. “Don’t make like you’re so surprised.”

Dan stared up at his identical twin standing with their father’s old duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and shock stole any words he might have come up with. He dropped the wrench with a clang and stood, wiping his grimy hands on the jersey he’d appropriated from Tom.

Tom’s dark, troubled gaze swept over the shiny black bike without seeing it and returned to Dan. “I can’t stay, man.”

He turned and faced the road.

Dan struggled with the reality of just how miserable his brother was here. Tom hated the orchards and the rural Nebraska life, always had. “I know last night was bad. Dad rides you—”

“Rides me?” Tom cut in with biting sarcasm. “He has never, for one second, got off my butt for leaving college. He talks to me like I’m some kind of idiot. Like I’m an embarrassment to him, to all of you.”

Dan scrambled for words to keep his brother home. The night before, there had been another shouting match. As usual, Dan had tried to smooth things over and only gotten himself involved in the argument. Now their father was angry with both of them.

“He thinks he knows what’s best for you, Tom. Dad wants you to take over Beckett Orchards someday.”

Tom swung around, dropping the duffel bag. “I don’t want the damned orchards!” he snapped through clenched teeth. “If I stay he’ll keep bending me. He’ll make me work the farm. He’ll make me walk and talk and act like he wants me to.” The evening sun was setting behind his shoulder. “I can’t bend anymore.” His tone changed, becoming low-timbered as he confessed, “I’ll break.”

Dan’s chest ached with a growing panic. Maybe if he’d tried harder, fought harder, he could have made a difference.

“Danny, it’s me. Not you,” Tom said.

Tom always knew what he was thinking. Dan met his knowing gaze, and nodded. He shuddered to think of his father’s reaction to this. Whether Tom wanted to admit it or not, he was Gil Beckett’s pride and joy. Or so it had always seemed to Dan. Then his thoughts shifted and something in his heart contracted. “What about Lorraine?” he asked.

Tom and everyone else called her Lorrie, but Dan always thought of her as Lorraine. The name Lorraine held the air of mystery and femininity she deserved.

Tom tilted his dark head and shrugged. “What about her?”

The offhand question sparked the first flame of anger in Dan’s gut. There was a time when he’d had his own eye on Lorraine Loring, but after Tom quit college and came home, Gil had done his best to push a relationship between them, and Lorraine was crazy about Tom. But deep in his heart, Dan had harbored an insane hope that if things didn’t work out with Tom, she might turn to him. He shook his head to clear the image. “What did you tell her?”

Tom choked back a laugh. “Tell her? Man, I haven’t told anybody anything.”

“You’re going to leave without so much as a good-bye?”

Tom scraped his jaw with a thumb. “I’m sorry about her,” he said. “Dad pushed her on me. I like her,” he added quickly. “I just don’t want to marry her. Dad told me last week it’s time to take on responsibilities, get married. Well, I don’t want to marry anybody. At least not until I’m damned good and ready.”

“Then tell Dad that,” Dan coaxed. “Tell him you don’t want to marry her.”

Tom snorted. “Oh, right. And for once you think he’s going to listen? He won’t believe the farm isn’t my thing. Why would he believe Lorrie isn’t my thing either? He’d make my life hell.”

Dan didn’t argue. He knew Tom was right. It would take something drastic—something more than talk to sway the old man. “Shouldn’t you at least tell her?”

Tom stubbed his booted toe into the dirt and shook his head. He looked past Dan’s shoulder. “She’ll get over it.”

Anger seethed in Dan’s chest. In the distance a car stirred up a cloud of dust on the road. “If you’re going, get it the hell over with then.”

Angrily, Tom scooped up the bag. Their eyes met and held. On the outside they were mirror images of each other. On the inside they were as different as night and day. Dan wished like hell he could solve this problem. Wished he could say or do something that would make a difference. But he knew his brother’s discontent, and he knew, too, that there were no easy answers. He looked away.

“Dan.”

Dan waited for his brother to speak.

“Tell Mom I love her. She’s the last one I’d want to hurt. It’s just that—” he raised his face to the lengthening summer shadows “—I can’t take this anymore.”

Their mother’s stroke had left her bedridden for the past eight months. “Sure. I’ll clean up after you, Tom. I’ve gotten pretty good at it.”

Tom didn’t reply.

Finally Dan glanced around. “How are you getting there?”

Tom’s old car had needed a new fuel pump for a month. Tom hefted the bag over his shoulder. “Someone will come along,” he said with his usual careless confidence.

Dan dug in his jeans pocket, came out with the key to his bike and threw it to Tom.

Tom stared at the key in his open palm. “You’ve barely paid it off.”

“Seems like a good deal to me, trading a bike for a farm.”

Tom turned and tied the bag on the back of the Harley. He threw one leg over the seat and started the engine. Levering the kickstand up with his heel, he headed toward the open road.

Dan’s brother and his bike grew rapidly smaller until both disappeared, leaving a cloud of dust on the gravel road. An unfamiliar emptiness filled him, one he wasn’t sure how to deal with, let alone explain.

Tom was gone. His brother. His twin. Half of himself.

As though by rote, he turned, picked up his spoke wrench, dropped it into the toolbox, and closed the lid. His promise to explain things to their mother, their father, and to Lorraine closed in with suffocating heaviness. Dear God, what had he done? What had Tom done?

He slumped down on the dented lid of the metal toolbox. From inside the garage, the radio announcer predicted fair weather for the extended forecast. Tom would have a safe trip. Wherever he was headed.

A fresh shard of anger knifed through Dan’s chest. Anger at the sudden twist of fate; at being left behind, which was crazy because this was where he wanted to be; at once again taking on the garbage end of the deal and picking up the pieces while Tom went his own merry way.

An hour later, he still sat on the toolbox, chilled by the cool evening breeze, his butt numb. He was no closer to an answer. How was he going to tell his father and break the old man’s heart? It was no secret that Gil Beckett favored Thomas, the son born only minutes before Dan. Tom had the love and approval Dan craved, and he’d just thrown it all away.

Dan carried the metal box to the garage. He might as well get it over with. Come clean. Let the chips fall where they may.

Behind him, gravel crunched. He stepped out of the garage and squinted at the headlights of the car that had pulled in. The engine died and the lights went out. There was no mistaking the old Buick. Lorraine Loring got out, closed the door and walked toward him.

His heart thundered against his ribs. Not now. Not yet. He hadn’t had a chance to talk to his father, hadn’t planned what he’d say, hadn’t come to grips with it in his own mind.

“We need to talk.” Her voice trembled with something strangely like fear. Did she know already? How? Had Tom done the right thing and stopped by on his way to the great unknown? The scent of jasmine floated to him on the night air. His heart kicked into high gear. Tom was gone. Tom was gone. Tom was gone.

And Lorraine was here.

The breeze loosened a silken tendril of hair the rich color of chocolate from her ponytail.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, intuitively sensing he wouldn’t like the answer.

“Tom, I… ”

Oh, hell. Dan glanced down at the faded jersey he wore. Tom’s shirt. As she often did—as everyone did— she’d mistaken him for his brother. He opened his mouth to speak, but she stopped him by pressing her index finger against his lips. The touch struck him like a bolt of lightning and rooted him to the spot. He couldn’t have spoken if his life had depended on it.

“I’m scared,” she said, tears glistening in the moonlight.

Her fear—and the vulnerability in her eyes—did something queer to Dan’s insides.

“Tom, I—I’m pregnant.”

The evening sounds faded to silence. Her words rang in Dan’s head. She stood in front of him trembling, waiting…waiting for what? His shock? Anger? Rejection?

Rejection. Like Tom’s refusal to marry this girl, or anyone? Like his flip “she’ll get over it”? Like his leaving? Not that Tom had known, but his actions would be a rejection all the same. Lorraine—and her baby—didn’t deserve that.

“Damn,” he said, cursing his brother.

“It was just that one time,” she said on a sob. “I didn’t think it would happen.”

She bit her lower lip and Dan’s heart wrenched. “But it did,” he finished for her.

She nodded. Her gaze touched his and her chin quivered. “Tom?”

He took her delicate shoulders in his hands. It was the first time he’d ever touched her and he liked it. More than he should have, but as much as he’d always known he would. Willingly she came to him—make that to Tom—and nestled against his chest. The tremors in her body arrowed straight to his soul and rekindled his anger. How could Tom have left her like this? How?

Beneath his chin, her soft hair beckoned exploration. He tunneled his callused fingers through the silken strands. Her firm young breasts pressed against him in a delectable fashion. If he was going to tell her, he should tell her now. He could easily grow addicted to her nearness. He’d watched her for years, wanted her from a distance, but she’d been chosen for Tom.

Now this.

The thought that crept into his mind surpassed stupidity. That he entertained it in a rational state bordered on insanity. Sitting on that toolbox must have numbed his brain as well as his backside.

A soft shudder passed through her frame and her damp tears soaked through Tom’s shirt. How long he held her, he wasn’t sure. Finally sounds entered his consciousness: the motor tinging as it cooled beneath the hood of her father’s Buick; locusts in the orchards; LeAnn Rimes’ sultry voice from radio in the garage singing about underneath the starlight…’there’s a magical feeling, so right…it’ll steal your heart tonight.’

In the end, he really didn’t have a choice. No way could he make himself say the words. Tom’s gone and he won’t be back. Your baby’s father ran off and deserted you. But, hey—you’ll get over it. Had she not been pregnant, had she been someone else, he might have been able to explain things better.

But she wasn’t. She was Lorraine. And he wanted her.

‘Can’t fight the moonlight, no….’

She pulled back and gazed up, her expression so lovely and vulnerable it hurt. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

The decision was surprisingly easy. “It’s not your fault,” he said shortly. “We can get married.”

She caught her breath.

“Will you marry me?” he asked.

Lorraine nodded and burst into tears against his brother’s jersey.

 

 

 

My Review –

4.5 What would you do for Love? Stars!!

 

 

 

Thank you so very much Gossip Girls PR for sending me a copy of A Husband By Any Other Name!! I am extremely honored and grateful!! 🙂

 

 

 

This was my first time reading Ms.John’s work and it won’t be the last!! I loved that with every turn of the page I had no clue what would happen next and I was anxious throughout. Secrets, Lies, Love, Family, and Heartache collide in this emotional tale!! At certain points I had no idea what to think and I kept worrying for the characters. This book kept me on my toes and gripping my kindle till the very end!! A Husband By Any Other Name tugged on my heart strings. The lines between right and wrong are blurred and I kept questioning myself as to what side I was on.

 

 

I was glad that there was multiple POVs instead of just one and I knew what was going on in the main characters minds. Dan and Lorraine’s story broke my heart and warmed it as well. It was beautiful, sad, sweet, intense, and full of surprises! The one thing that kept popping up in my mind is – “What would you do for love?” Ms.John created such an engaging story where the truth can either make or break the characters but it’s up to them to decide if love is worth the risk! I can’t wait to check out more of her work!! 🙂

 

 

Dan Beckett was a character that like any other human being wanted approval from the people he loved. When his twin brother left he took his place. By doing so he got to be with the woman he loved. Fast forward 14 years later guilt still eats away at him daily and when his brother returns with no memory of his life it’s time for him to face the music. Even though he lied I didn’t hate him as a character. I actually adored him and the honest love that he had for his family was a thing of beauty. I didn’t like the pain he went through and my heart hurt for him. I hoped in the end everyone would know the truth so he could finally breathe and be happy. Also, I hoped his loved ones would understand even though what he had to say was major.

 

 
Lorraine was a character that wanted to make her own choices in life especially when it came to who she loved. When she discovers some life changing news not only is she worried but she’s fearful of losing everything. The first thing she did was drive to her boyfriend’s house to tell him. She never expected her that night for her life to change more. Fast forward 14 years she’s happily married with children. When her husband reveals that he’s not who he says he is her world is turned upside down. Angry at herself and even more angry at him she doesn’t know what to do. The thing is her husband isn’t the only one hiding secrets. My heart broke for her and what she went through. I understood her actions as well. I hoped in the end she wouldn’t give up on love and that she’d stay with Dan.

 

When the secrets are uncovered and the truth is finally revealed will love be enough? Or will the heartbreak be too much?

 

 

I highly recommend this book to anyone looking for a read that will make you think and make you feel all kinds of emotions. It shows what love can make people do some crazy things and we all make mistakes but it’s how you own up to them enough to move forward. I liked that even though things were serious in this book it was uplifting as well. I would love to read more books about this family especially the kids!! Now I’m craving both chocolate cake and lemon chiffon cake like the Beckett boys!! If you haven’t already One-Clicked Buy It Today!! You won’t regret reading this wonderful romance!! 4.5 Stars all around!! 🙂

 

About Cheryl St. John

 
 
Cheryl is the author of more than fifty historical and


contemporary romances. Her stories have earned numerous

RITA nominations, Romantic Times awards and are



published in over a dozen languages. In describing her



stories of second chances and redemption, readers and



reviewers use words like, “emotional punch, hometown feel,



core values, believable characters and real life situations.”



With a 4.9 star rating on amazon, her bestselling non-fiction



book, Writing With Emotion, Tension & Conflict by Writers



Digest Books is available in print and digital.

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