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Magnolia Sisters Box Set (Book 1-4)

Magnolia Sisters Box Set (Book 1-4)

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This is a box set of all four books from the Magnolia Sisters Series.  Books are delivered by Bookfunnel for reading on any device. 

Dear Mystery Guy

Della Gold details her life in a journal dedicated to a mystery guy she had only seen at her workplace but whom she felt curiously drawn toward.

But when fascination turns into obsession she finds herself wanting to learn more about him and in her pursuit of the mystery guy she begins to learn more about herself and her mysterious past... 

Bad Girl Blues

Brigid Manderson had the blues. She wanted to go to medical school but she couldn't afford it. When her mother, an ex prostitute, invited her to work for her escort business she didn't want to but circumstances forced her hand.

Her most recent customer was the wealthy record producer, Thomas Kellier. He wanted her and he was willing to pay for the privilege of having her.

Would Brigid succumb to his wealth and charm, or would she choose the harder path of love with Dr. Nick Benedict, a Christian guy who had no idea who she really was? 

Her Mistaken Dream

Caitlin Denvers dreamed about the guy she was going to marry. Her dreams were vivid and had all come true so far, so of course this one would. But then she sees him on a TV program about notorious criminals...

 Turns out that her dream guy, Todd Taylor, has a dead wife in his past and he was the main suspect in her murder. Did he really do it? Or did Caitlin have a mistaken dream for the first time? Because surely God wouldn't want her to marry a murderer...

Just Like Yesterday

Hazel Brown lost six months of memory, which includes the summer that she conceived her son. She has no idea who his father could be. She only knows that he looks like the Benedicts, the family that owns the orphanage where she grew up...

Now that she has the means to fight to get her son from the Deckers, his adoptive family, she finds out that the handsome, single Curtis Decker is willing to share her son with her after all...

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Bungalow Seven, completed in the summer of ’98, stood out like a newcomer among the more gentrified buildings on the compound. It also had the distinction of being smaller and looking more like a house; it even had its own little lawn. With the newly planted flowers and shrubs that were artfully placed around it, it should look like a typical family home in no time.
Except that it would not be a typical home. The newest bungalow was built as a result of the kind benefactors and friends of Magnolia House, a place of safety for girls located in the lush hills of Gordon Town, St. Andrew, just a few minutes from the hustle and bustle of Kingston.
"It's gorgeous, isn't it?" Patricia Benedict looked through the matron's office window and stared at the house, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Yes, it is," Matron said dutifully. "It is small, though. Maybe we can only fit seven or eight girls in there. We will have to furnish it with two bunk beds per room."
"No." Patricia shook her head. "It looks like a home. We should run it like one. You know, have a dedicated house mother, maybe an older woman, and put two single beds per room to accommodate four girls."
Matron pursed her lips. "Okay. You are right. Can we talk about the perimeter fencing to the river? There are a couple of rips in the fence, and some of the girls are going down there to meet with boys from the community. The security firm said we should put cameras down there. If you say yes, we could take that suggestion to the board."
"That's a good idea. I'll say yes." Patricia was still staring over at the bungalow. She turned to the matron after a long silence while the matron typed out a memo on her computer.
"I have an idea for Bungalow Seven," Patricia said in the silence. "I want the new girls to be special."
"What exactly do you mean by special?" Matron Nash asked, looking up from her screen. She had the utmost respect for Patricia.
Patricia was the chief benefactress of the girl's home and took a hands-on approach to the running of Magnolia House. Her visits were usually welcomed by Matron Nash, who had been at the house serving as a matron for ten years. She had seen good Samaritans come and go, but none of them were as dedicated to the cause as Patricia Benedict.
Patricia's family had owned the main house and the five acres of land surrounding the property. Her grandmother, Martha Benedict, had turned it into a place of safety for girls thirty years ago. Back then they had started with ten girls, but now they had over fifty, and a board of trustees handled the running of the place.
"When I say special, I mean the worst of the worst," Patricia said earnestly. "I want the occupants of Bungalow Seven to be girls who have never experienced family, and who are really in know," Patricia's eyes were glowing; helping was her passion, and she took it seriously. "I want Bungalow Seven to be a place of difference for each of them."
Matron nodded. "The worst of the worst, you say. Well, I have a few cases. The state, as well as the hospital, sent some over. It seems as if every day our resident social workers are called to pick up new cases from the hospital and the State home."
She picked up a stack of file folders. "These are about sixty cases. You want to choose four from these?"
Patricia gasped. "Sixty? Oh my." She picked up the top file. "Now this sort of thing pains my heart. I always wish I could do more for these children. I mean, apart from what we are doing now."
"We are doing plenty," Matron said softly, "thanks to the donations from your family and friends. This place has helped hundreds of girls through the years. There is no place for guilt, especially on your part."
Patricia nodded. "I know, but still..."
She opened the blue colored file and looked at the picture of the little girl on the inside jacket. "Oh no, who did this to her?"
"We got that file this morning," Matron said. "My stomach turned when I saw that picture. They found her in the downtown market; she almost bled to death. She is just nine years old. Somebody slit her throat and left her for dead. She can't speak; the doctor's report said that the scar affected her vocal cords. She'll have that scar for life."
Patricia looked into the vulnerable golden eyes of the child in the picture. "No parents?"
"Nope. None," Matron said. "No missing person reports. They ran her picture and profile on the news for a couple weeks as well, but nobody has claimed her."
"Who would do this to an innocent child?" Tears came to Patricia's eyes.
Matron shrugged. "Whoever did it was an animal. That is one of the worst cases I've seen in a while, and I think I have seen them all."
"And she has no name." Patricia sighed. "When we take her, we'll have to give her a name."
Matron smiled. "So that is girl number one for the new Bungalow Seven."
"Most definitely," Patricia said decisively. "When will she be out of the hospital?"
"Another three or so weeks," Matron replied.
Patricia closed the folder. "Well, I am taking a special interest in this one. I like the name Della; what do you think?"
"Sounds good." Matron shrugged. "Sounds better than Jane Doe."
"Della Gold," Patricia said. "Gold like her eyes."
She picked up another folder and then another and still another. She paused when she read the report. "Whoa!" she exclaimed, drawing the matron's attention, who had returned to typing up her memo.
"What?" Matron asked, looking up.
"This girl showed drug withdrawal symptoms when she was a baby. She's just eight now. How awful!"
"Oh, that case." Matron sighed. "That case saddens me because her mother is an alumna of Magnolia House. We got the mother when she was sixteen, but still, we hope to make a difference. She took drugs when she was pregnant, so the child was born an addict. The effects of the drugs are still evident in the little girl. She has been through several foster families. I was going to send the file to the government's girls’ home."
"No," Patricia said, shaking her head. "She will be perfect for Bungalow Seven."
Matron cleared her throat. "Miss Benedict. The child is hyperactive. She has attention deficit disorder and is a little kleptomaniac if her foster families are to be believed. She has been through four families in the space of a year. She is better off in a state facility."
Patricia looked at the girl's picture again. Her hair was a curly mess and she had a defiant look in her eyes. Under her picture, somebody scrawled the name, Brigid Manderson.
"We'll take her. We can do much more for her here than any government facility, and if the home can't, I will personally fund her transformation."
Matron sighed.
"And we'll take this one too." Patricia put down another folder. "Definitely this one."
"Caitlin Denvers?" The matron frowned. "Why? She's not a bad case. Her parents died in a car crash. Her aunt who is living abroad is willing to support her, but she is in the hospital at the moment battling some life-threatening disease. Caitlin shouldn't even be in the system."
Patricia shrugged. "I like her."
"There's worse than Caitlin in there, much worse," Matron said, pointing to the stack. "Caitlin is normal. She has family. Her grandaunt wants her in the States with her."
"Why is she on our radar?" Patricia asked.
Matron shrugged. "Her parents died in a car crash. She has no other family in Jamaica. Social workers were thinking of temporarily placing her until her grandaunt can work things out."
Patricia tapped the file in excitement. "I know why I'm drawn to her. She seems familiar. Wasn't her father that guy who rescued a little boy from a fire last year? His name was Peter Denvers. They interviewed him on television. You remember? He was saying that he couldn't allow the little boy to die because he had a daughter the same age and they interviewed the little girl, and she said her daddy was a hero. Remember?"
"Oh," Matron said. "You are right."
"Well," Patricia said, "her father was a good man. Good deeds should be rewarded, don't you think?"
She put the folder on her small pile and then looked at the still high stack of file folders. "You choose one."
Matron grimaced. "I've always hated this part of the job, but to tell you the truth this case has been on my mind."
"Which one?" Patricia asked eagerly.
"Well, there is this girl that strangers found on the steps of a shopping center eight years ago. They found her as a baby with a little book with her name and age on it. Her name is Hazel Brown.
"Nobody has come forward to claim her, and she has been in State care for the past couple of years. The wing in the State facility where her group was housed burnt down, and she was one of the children the matron asked me to re-house."
"Well," Patricia said, "there you have it, the fourth girl. We have all the future occupants of Bungalow Seven. Della, Brigid, Caitlin, and Hazel. They are roughly the same age. They'll be like sisters."
Matron smiled. "The Magnolia Sisters."
Patricia nodded. "I like that. The Magnolia Sisters."