Hidden Intentions

Hidden Intentions

Hidden Intentions a standalone, so it can be read apart from the rest of the series.

I’m excited to share Clara’s story and many of you have been asking about it.

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Clara is keeping a dark and deadly secret from William, the love of her life. Her story is so unbelievable that if she tells him, she could lose him. If she doesn’t tell him, she certainly will.

On an overseas airplane ride, Clara finds a ring-sized jewelry box in William’s coat. Figuring that he wants to take their relationship to the next level, Clara must decide whether or not she will open up to him. Maybe she could find a way to live happily with him without exposing her secret.

Before she has a chance to decide, Clara comes face to face with an old rival who holds the key to revealing Clara’s past. Will Clara be able to win over William despite the truth, or will she lose him forever?

Excerpt #1

“He was the youngest of our family to become a lawyer, but he was persecuted because he often took on clients who were accused of being witches. It was rumored that as a young man, before he met Anna, he had been in love with one of them. Some said he never truly got over her and that was why he—” William froze, staring at a picture.

“Go on.”

William’s pulse quickened as he stared at the image. He had never noticed it before, but in the family picture, someone was hiding in the background, in between some trees. She appeared to be staring at the family—and she looked just like Clara.


He shook his head, and mindlessly rattled off more facts about the pictures. He couldn’t take his eyes off the girl that looked just like his girlfriend. If he didn’t know better, he would think that girl could have actually been her. Throw on two hundred year old clothing, take off the modern makeup, and it really could have been her.

No one had ever noticed that girl in the picture before. William wasn’t even sure how he was able to see it then. But now that he could see it, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. All those years he had looked at the albums, how had he missed it?

Sally came in and announced dinner, and William’s dad took the album and put it back on his shelf. William couldn’t stop thinking about the picture. He tried to convince himself that he was imagining it, but the image was burned into his mind, and he couldn’t deny what was there.

Obviously, it was impossible for the girl to have been Clara. Could it have been one of her past relatives? How strange that her relative would be in the same picture as one of his.

Excerpt #2

The clouds below reflected the sun against the blue sky. It was a beautiful sight, and Clara Erikson didn’t want to take her attention away from it. She was aware of the flight attendant announcing that they were getting close to Sea-Tac, but she wanted to stay above the clouds for as long as possible.

Something brushed against her back. She turned around, her eyes adjusting to the darkened inside of the plane. After blinking a few times, she smiled seeing her long-term boyfriend, William Lennox, sleeping next to her. It had been a long flight, and he had been awake most of the night, packing after a grueling week of finals.

Clara reached over and adjusted his blanket around him. He scratched his nose, almost hitting her in the process. She kissed his hand before setting it on his lap. He looked so peaceful, she wanted to climb into his seat and snuggle up next to him. The first class seats were big, but not that big.

She turned her attention back to the clouds for a little while. That was a sight she could never get tired of seeing. If she could find a way to have a home above the clouds, she would make it happen.

Her neck warned her of impending soreness, so she brought her attention back inside the plane. Another announcement: They had a half an hour until they would land. After spending so much time in the air, taking as few connecting flights from the UK as possible, thirty minutes didn’t sound so long.

Picking up her Kindle, Clara thought about what to read. She was always in the middle of a couple of books, if not more. She was a sucker for free books, and her full device was proof of that. Looking at the three books staring at her from the screen, she chose one of her favorite indie authors.

Just as she was settling into a post-apocalyptic world full of zombies bleeding rainbows, something bumped her arm. She looked over to see William rolling around—as much as he could, buckled into the seat. She put her Kindle next to her, and then fixed his blanket again. It was stuck under him, so she gave it a fast yank and it pulled free.

A little box fell from his pocket. She froze. That looked like a box from a jewelry store. It was the perfect size for a ring. She looked around to see if anyone else had seen it fall.

Clara held her breath. Should she stuff it back in his pocket, pretending that she hadn’t seen it? Or should she take a peek inside?
William said something, and she looked up, feeling guilty. He was mumbling in his sleep. A sigh of relief escaped.

She looked back to the box. One little peek wouldn’t hurt, would it? No one could put on a surprised face better than her, so he would never know if she saw it. She looked around to make sure no one else was watching, and then she looked back to him.

“William,” she whispered, barely audible. “Are you awake?”

He didn’t move.

“Do you mind if I look at the box?”

No response.

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