Miranda Jones, Book 2. Chameleon

The Great Husband Search is over.

The death of her beloved father brought more than just grief. The bizarre contents of his will summoned up a cocktail of emotional confusion for Miranda.

What was this man thinking by including a stipulation that required her to marry before she turned forty? This wasn’t the dark ages. It was so unlike him to threaten her with anything, let alone it being coupled with the potential loss of half her inheritance if she failed to comply.

The whole thing became an exercise that tested her mental strength, but in the end, she had to concede that through the whole ordeal she’d gained considerable maturity. She met new identities and was forced to endure the trauma of losing loved ones.

Delving into her deepest inhibitions led her from suburban Sydney to a derelict orphanage in the swampy lowlands of Glasgow, where she found her birth mother and twin brother, Oliver. United, they returned to Sydney to start again.

On the day of their fortieth birthday, Miranda arranged a celebration at her favourite hangout, the Warthog nightclub. She felt the time was right to let her hair down and shake off the shackle of oppression she had imposed on herself.

Miranda had changed from the shy introverted woman who shunned society to become someone even she barely understood. The internet dating scene certainly opened her eyes to another side of life and through it, she discovered the scent of man. Her resurrection was underway.

Miranda had her sights set on Peter Fawcett, her solicitor. She admired him from afar but was too bashful to approach him romantically. To him, she was a mere client. A devastating revelation drove her to despair, but another had been waiting to make his move. Would he be able to make her forget Peter?