Having her own family is not too much to ask! Although it's been tough, sixteen-year-old Sierra Lind has assembled some good candidates. First there's the most perfect foster mom ever--Lucy Malone. And now Sierra has found her bio dad, Jonathan Brenner. With the way Lucy and her dad are making eyes at each other... Well, Sierra will have her family unit any day now.
But things go south when her dad and Lucy take opposite sides on a deal-breaker issue. And guess who's in the middle? Yeah, that's so not where Sierra wants to be. She has to fix this so that everything goes back to normal--meaning her dad and Lucy acting like they can't get enough of each other!
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May 31, 2011
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Excerpt from Finding Her Dad by Janice Kay Johnson
"See, I didn't want to just, like, email him or something. I thought I should really go talk to him. In person. You know?" Earnest and wide-eyed, Sierra twirled one lock of indigo-blue hair around her finger. Elaborately casual, she finished, "It would be cooler if I had my driver's license, but since I can't drive myself with only a permit..."
Permit. Driver's license. Email him. Him who? Lucy Malone realized, as she stared at her foster daughter in bewilderment, that her mind seemed to be scrolling backward through what had been a fairly lengthy recitation. Back to the beginning, which had been...
"I found my dad." Perfectly timed, the sixteen-year-old said it again, hugged herself and did a small end-zone dance. "Is that amazing or what?"
Lucy pressed her fingertips to her suddenly aching temples. "Wait. No. You don't have a father."
Sierra rolled her eyes as only a teenager could. "Of course I have a father. What do you think? Mom managed an immaculate conception? I mean, sure, it was close, but..."
Oh, Lord, Lucy didn't want to believe Sierra knew anything at all about conception, especially the kind that wasn't immaculate. Which was foolish in the extreme.
What else did girls--and boys--her age think about, if it wasn't sex?
What Lucy did know was that Sierra's mother had never married and had decided to have a child on her own. She'd gone to a sperm bank; yes, the closest thing to an immaculate conception that a woman could achieve. From what Sierra said, all her mother had ever known about Sierra's father was what he'd chosen to share about himself for the women shopping for sperm. Catalog copy. And how accurate was that likely to be? No guy selling sperm was likely to admit that his IQ was really eighty-five and his best skill was belching louder than his buddies.
Lucy sank onto the stool behind the cash register. "Explain," she ordered.
Thank God there were no customers in the store at the moment, a fact that wouldn't normally make her grateful. She'd opened her gourmet pet food supply store only a year before, and although business had been steadily climbing, she still sweated through paying the bills every month. But this was definitely not a conversation she wanted overheard.
"I told you!" Sierra complained. "Weren't you listening?"
"You know me. My idea of high-tech is ultrasonic teeth-cleaning equipment. I know zilch about DNA." Lucy was a licensed veterinary technician who'd gotten tired of taking orders from other people. But if there was one thing she knew, it was animals, so her choice of business made sense.
"I sent in a swab from the inside of my cheek to a lab for DNA testing," the teenager said with exaggerated patience.
"Isn't that expensive?"
"Not that much. Anyway, I was saving all the money I made babysitting and working for you."
"Okay." Lucy closed her eyes briefly. "Then what?"
Then, Sierra said, she had compared her DNA results to millions of others on a variety of online databases.
Lucy frowned. "Surely you couldn't get on-- I don't know. Whatever one law enforcement uses. Isn't that the main one?"
Sierra's sky-blue eyes gave a betraying flicker. Lucy recognized it. Aghast, she whispered, "You didn't."
Her foster daughter was going through a Goth phase. Currently her hair, shoulder length and blunt cut, was dyed blue, a change from last year's jet-black. A tattoo of a dragon twined around one slender ankle. Her nose and one eyebrow were pierced. More piercings climbed the rim of each ear. Lucy had nixed...