As a Multiple Sclerosis patient, it has become necessary for me to reinvent myself. I have ... and continue to ... refuse to lie down and die, or in this case, follow the normally prescribed drugs and treatments that do nothing to defeat my disease. I am not only surviving by pursuing alternatives, I am thriving. I do the things specialists told me I would never be able to do. I walk and hope to one day even run regularly. I retain my cognitive and creative abilities for the pleasure of my readers. Although you may never see me on my daily walk, you are welcome to read my novel(s) and in doing so, come to ask yourself, "How can the 'out of the box' protocol she has followed, help my loved one with an autoimmune disease like Multiple Sclerosis?"

Review for The Suspects Daughter

Jocelyn Fairley is adamant in seeing her father attain the position of Prime Minister. Grant Amesbury is dead set on proving Mr. Farley’s connection to the Prime Ministers intended demise. Both have no aim at each other,they are just at odds with one another. Donna Hatch has a way of tying you to a story line and her main characters effortlessly. She has done so with this one as well. I love the way I was able to step into Jocelyn’s shoes right from the get-go. She intertwines Jocelyn’s desire with Grants story goal leaving you wondering whether you should cheer for Jocelyn or for the dark persona of Grant. I strongly recommend this book to readers of all ages.

Character Casting
Always wearing a cheerful and sometimes impish smile, Jocelyn is a lively blue-eyed blond of about twenty one, who has a lush figure but thinks she's unfashionably plump. 

Tall and dark with serious gray eyes that are often snapping with sarcasm, Grant is gorgeous but has such a hard edge that he can't be considered classically handsome. A long, ragged scar mars the entire right side of his face, giving him a formidable appearance. But on the rare event he smiles, he transforms into heart-stoppingly stunning.

He’d have to walk a fine line between getting close enough to the family to covertly investigate the father without giving them any reason to believe he’d be a desirable match for the daughter. He was completely out of his element. He’d have to be polite. It was so much easier to be rude to people so they’d leave him alone, and people generally gave him so many reasons to insult them.
Softly, slowly, she reached up and touched his scar with one finger. He held his breath but didn’t pull away. She traced the raised smooth pink line from the corner of his eye down to his jaw. What would make such a ragged injury? It looked torn rather than cut with a blade.
Her attention focused on his mouth. Would a man like him kiss roughly, like his hard exterior, or would he be gentle, like the soft heart she’d seen in brief glimpses in between the chinks of his emotional armor?

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