Steadfast (True North, #2)

by Sarina Bowen

In the minus column, I was now a convicted felon. I’d served thirty-six months for possession and vehicular manslaughter. I had very little money and even fewer friends.

When I was seventeen, I thought Jude was sent to me from heaven. When I was eighteen, I let him take me there. When I was nineteen, he broke both my heart and my family.

If the night got any trippier, I’d probably start clicking my heels together and singing Judy Garland tunes.