Mistake Me Not by Scarlett Finn
Lacie Hart must be intercepted... she knows his secret; she could unravel his web of deceit and betrayal.
Lacie believes in loyalty above all else, so when her best friend Sorcha needs help Lacie doesn't think twice. But, following Sorcha’s instructions leads Lacie to inadvertently hire the wrong PI. Unaware of her error Lacie is horrified by her body’s overwhelming attraction to this man she has only just met. Especially since every other man leaves her less than lukewarm. Worse still, Lacie believes he is Sorcha's ex, and she would never consider betraying her friend.
Ryder Stone wasn’t going to correct the little brunette who caught him in the middle of a little B and E; the case sounded easy enough and he wouldn’t want her to be taken advantage of – at least that was his excuse.
Except neither comprehend the danger ahead. Oblivious to what they’re walking into Ryder finds himself unconscious with only Lacie’s screams and his own imagination to torment him. Unfortunately, it’s not over for them yet.
Their one misstep leads them into a plot that extends close to home. Lacie has seen something. She’s in trouble and none of them know it until it’s too late and... she’s gone.
Read an excerpt:
Chapter One
‘Pregnant?’ Lacie asked.
‘Everyone will think I’m such a hussy.’
‘Well—‘
‘What?’ Sorcha snapped.
‘I didn’t say anything,’ Lacie said placing a calming hand over her best friend’s knee.
The women sat together on Lacie’s second-hand, moss green couch in the middle of her
living room; the piece positioned like an island. Lacie was beginning to envy the notion.
‘How am I going to explain this to my father?’ Sorcha asked.
All of the peace had been shattered from Lacie’s day when Sorcha had phoned from the
car to say she was on her way over.
Lacie hadn’t lived in this apartment for long but she enjoyed the quiet street and the
unassuming neighbours. Making a final decision had been easy when she’d been introduced to
the trapdoor in the bedroom floor, which led to a secret cellar. The mystery of it appealed to her
curious side.
Sorcha had been on at Lacie about certain throw pillows that were required to “disguise
the couch”. Ordinarily Sorcha was observant about the most benign things and the sincerity of
her panic only amplified when Lacie realised Sorcha hadn’t noticed the throw pillows she’d
finally got around to purchasing. But now that she’d heard the news Lacie could understand why.
‘I don’t understand how it’s possible,’ Lacie said. Sorcha narrowed her eyes. ‘I mean I
understand how but... I didn’t know you’d been with anyone.’
‘It’s Bruce’s,’ Sorcha said.
‘What?’ Lacie exhaled. ‘But I thought... he left town when you broke up, but that was
about...’
‘Three months ago,’ Sorcha said.
‘It took you three months to notice?’
‘I think I was trying to pretend it wasn’t happening,’ Sorcha said. ‘I got a test, in fact I got
a few – they all came back positive.’
‘When did you take them?’
‘This morning,’ Sorcha said lifting her purse from the floor behind her feet then
dumping out the contents on the centre cushion of the couch.
Dozens of the pregnancy tests lay between them and though Sorcha waited for a
reaction, Lacie had nothing.
‘Wow,’ Lacie said overwhelmed by the white plastic sticks scattered amongst Sorcha’s
usual purse paraphernalia. ‘You got more than a few.’
‘How am I supposed to tell my father?’ Sorcha asked. ‘I’m Catholic! He’ll go berserk.’
‘He can’t think you’re still a virgin,’ Lacie said. ‘You’re twenty-eight.’
‘Pregnant?’ Lacie asked.
‘Everyone will think I’m such a hussy.’
‘Well—‘
‘What?’ Sorcha snapped.
‘I didn’t say anything,’ Lacie said placing a calming hand over her best friend’s knee.
The women sat together on Lacie’s second-hand, moss green couch in the middle of her
living room; the piece positioned like an island. Lacie was beginning to envy the notion.
‘How am I going to explain this to my father?’ Sorcha asked.
All of the peace had been shattered from Lacie’s day when Sorcha had phoned from the
car to say she was on her way over.
Lacie hadn’t lived in this apartment for long but she enjoyed the quiet street and the
unassuming neighbours. Making a final decision had been easy when she’d been introduced to
the trapdoor in the bedroom floor, which led to a secret cellar. The mystery of it appealed to her
curious side.
Sorcha had been on at Lacie about certain throw pillows that were required to “disguise
the couch”. Ordinarily Sorcha was observant about the most benign things and the sincerity of
her panic only amplified when Lacie realised Sorcha hadn’t noticed the throw pillows she’d
finally got around to purchasing. But now that she’d heard the news Lacie could understand why.
‘I don’t understand how it’s possible,’ Lacie said. Sorcha narrowed her eyes. ‘I mean I
understand how but... I didn’t know you’d been with anyone.’
‘It’s Bruce’s,’ Sorcha said.
‘What?’ Lacie exhaled. ‘But I thought... he left town when you broke up, but that was
about...’
‘Three months ago,’ Sorcha said.
‘It took you three months to notice?’
‘I think I was trying to pretend it wasn’t happening,’ Sorcha said. ‘I got a test, in fact I got
a few – they all came back positive.’
‘When did you take them?’
‘This morning,’ Sorcha said lifting her purse from the floor behind her feet then
dumping out the contents on the centre cushion of the couch.
Dozens of the pregnancy tests lay between them and though Sorcha waited for a
reaction, Lacie had nothing.
‘Wow,’ Lacie said overwhelmed by the white plastic sticks scattered amongst Sorcha’s
usual purse paraphernalia. ‘You got more than a few.’
‘How am I supposed to tell my father?’ Sorcha asked. ‘I’m Catholic! He’ll go berserk.’
‘He can’t think you’re still a virgin,’ Lacie said. ‘You’re twenty-eight.’
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SCARLETT FINN
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Having known from a young age that writing was her passion Scarlett has spent large portions of her life dreaming up men, and women, and putting them together to see what they get up to.
“The characters write the story. I just get it down on paper for them.”
Finding her solace in books, reading and writing, have been her eternal companion through all the highs and lows in her life.
Now is time to let the characters flourish and to live forever as she shares them with you.
Good luck on your adventures.
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