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Informationen zum Autor Allison Hobbs Klappentext "Returning from a quest to find their soulmates, Harlow, Vangie, and Nivea face new challenges from murder to heartbreak in this ... sequel to 'Put a Ring On It.' Harlow's dreams of happily ever after are shattered when a muffled gunshot forces her to question her new husband's character. Is Drake Morgan the determined entrepreneur she thought he was or a gangster and ruthless killer? After a bout with alcoholism and an emotional breakdown, Nivea is trying to rebuild her life, but the explosive result of her child's paternity test threatens to destroy her fragile family ties. Desperate for her new man to put a ring on it, Vangie sacrifices her morals and puts a lifelong friendship to the test."--P. [4] of cover. Leseprobe With This Ring NIVEA NO! Nivea groaned as she scanned the paper. She felt the blood leaving her face and the room began to spin. She anchored herself against her baby’s crib as she read the DNA paternity test results for the second time: Based on DNA analysis, the alleged father, Knox Bowers, can be excluded as the biological father of Mackenzie Westcott. They do not share the same genetic markers. Despite the scandal and the dissention that she’d caused within her family when it was discovered that she’d had an affair with her sister’s husband, Nivea had desperately wanted Knox to be the father of her baby. It wasn’t that she had genuine feelings for him; she didn’t. The thought of him having to pay her child support for the next eighteen years had given her malicious pleasure. But now those dreams were destroyed. She glanced at her sleeping daughter and shook her head. She should have known that Mackenzie was too pale to have been fathered by a black man. Knox was light-skinned and all, but still…the baby should have had a little more color if it were his. Livid about the test results, she balled up the paper and flung it in a waste bin that was decorated with images of Tinker Bell. No doubt, Knox had received the news, too. He and her sister, Courtney, were probably gloating. Luckily, Nivea wasn’t speaking to anyone in her family, except her father, and it was a relief that she wouldn’t have to bear witness to their smug faces. What should she do, now? She didn’t know how to get in touch with those two bartenders she’d had a threesome with on New Year’s Eve. She barely recalled what they looked like and didn’t even know their names. And what could their broke asses do for her, anyway? Absolutely nothing! Nivea pondered her dilemma. Someone needed to be held accountable. Why should she alone bear the financial burden of raising a child? She thought about the list of men who could potentially be her daughter’s father and decided to go after Dr. Bertram Sandburg. He had a thriving practice, was on the staff of several hospitals, and probably had other streams of income. The man made a shitload of money, and his support payments would far exceed the measly pittance she would have gotten out of Knox, who was still in school and only working part time. She had wanted to hurt Knox and Courtney so badly, she hadn’t thought about the bigger picture. Four-month-old Mackenzie began to fret and Nivea lifted her from the crib. The nursery was decorated in shades of pink, cream, and lilac. Nivea had put a lot of effort into making the room beautiful and cheerful, yet it was rare for Mackenzie to sleep in her own room. She preferred sleeping with her mother. A wave of overwhelming love and protectiveness surged through her as she kissed her child. “Are you hungry, Kenzie-Ken?” she cooed, patting her daughter’s back. She sat in a cream-colored...
