Melody Haney has an angelic singing voice, but denies the gift after her son dies. Out of obligation, when she is asked to sing to hospitalized children she agrees. Accused of stealing drugs, from the oncology unit, she pushes away the one man who would stand by her. Dr. Devon Siegal, pediatric oncologist, doesn’t believe in coincidences. Even when faced with evidence that could damn her, he continues to believe in Melody’s innocence. He has faith she will tell him everything and love will prevail. Excerpt: Prologue Mikhail sprang up in bed as if a coil underneath her had broken through the mattress and catapulted her upright. As a prophet she hadn't experienced a vision so clear since she was prepubescent. She shoved her sweaty locks of hair behind her ears and quickly recalled the premonition to her mind, replaying each thought as if watching a high definition movie. The man glanced across the room at his wife. Could she have set him up to have his leg broken? Could his wife have stolen chemotherapy drugs from the hospital and operated a ring of child-stealing criminals? His thoughts rang through loud enough Mikhail could swear others in the room could hear them. Umm, interesting! Devon, his name was Devon. He was a pediatric oncologist and believed the woman, Melody, was the lady of his dreams and nightmares. He leaned back in the wheelchair, enjoying the moment of quiet respite. A store-bought wedding cake, looked like one from Cakes-A-Plenty, so lifelike Mikhail could taste the creamy frosting and licked her lips in ecstasy. The plastic bride slanted to the side. Where was the acrylic groom? A champagne punch swirled around in a crystal china bowl. Few guests remained at the wedding reception. Devon reached down to rub the top of his leg. Mikhail experienced the leg ache and reached down to rub her skin. He had multiple fractures, and the plaster cast created a burden for him in its disabling heavy weight. He closed his eyes. She could clearly hear his thoughts as he recaptured some of his special moments during his and the bride's odd courtship. Melody's beautiful voice ran through his mind as she sang to the children on the oncology unit. Devon recalled them arguing over a minor misunderstanding, dancing close together with her full breasts pressed against his chest, and making love. So, why was there a controversy? Why had Mikhail received the vision if no harm was done or anticipated? "Do you want us to leave, old man?" Another guy asked Devon, a cop if Mikhail were to guess his occupation. Yes, he was a detective. Devon's lust-filled glance shifted to his bride. No wonder, the chick was curvy. Mikhail smiled as he pictured Melody in his head and labeled the sexy image with thoughts of how he loved the way she moved with grace, rhythm, and of their bed romp a few days ago. Melody teased him, and he didn't get it. He didn't realize she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Yet, trust and love were present. Mikhail experienced, for the first time in her life, a jolt of envy. ... It was time to create a new Melody, one who didn't care, a woman who would only take from life instead of giving. Buy the full version of this book at Cobblestone Press or Fictionwise Copyright© 2008 jj Keller ISBN: 978-1-60088-256-2 Cover Artist: Croco Designs Editor: Nancy Baker All rights reserved.