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Just Come Over (Escape to New Zealand)

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Author: James, Rosalind

Binding: Paperback

ISBN: 9781728874449

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Author: James, Rosalind

Binding: Paperback

Number Of Pages: 400

Release Date: 14-01-2019

EAN: 9781728874449

Package Dimensions: 8.5 x 5.5 x 1.2 inches

Languages: English

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Product Description Rhys Fletcher is not in love with his sister-in-law.That would be a very, very bad idea, and he doesn’t entertain bad ideas. He also doesn’t lie to himself.Both of those things can’t be true, so he’ll do what he’s done since the long-ago night when his brother, Dylan, turned up in an Auckland bar after a brutal rugby match between their two teams, and introduced his new girlfriend—a dark-eyed, impossibly short, much-too-young girl named Zora.He’ll lie.Now, his brother’s gone, and Rhys is back in New Zealand and settling into his new job as the head coach of the Auckland Blues. Surely, being there for Dylan’s widow and their son is the right thing to do. He can control himself. He’s had forty years of practice. Until he gets a call from his lawyer, and flies to the States to find that handsome, charming, endlessly irresponsible Dylan has left yet another loose end for his big brother to sort out.This one is six years old. And her birth certificate says she belongs to Rhys. From the Inside Flap He might be in the Twilight Zone, but he was working on a plan. After that, he stopped paying attention to them and asked Casey, "Do you know what this is?" He touched the silvery disk on the doll's necklace. "It's a necklace," she said flatly. Her expression said, Obviously, and he had to smile. "It's a paua shell," he said. "Or it's meant to be. Moana's traveling from the homeland, across the seas, with Maui's help." Which covered everything he knew about the film. "She's going to New Zealand. She's going to become a Maori." She wasn't looking at him like he was stupid anymore, anyway. She was just looking at him like he was crazy. "That's not in the movie." "No, it's not. But it's something you know in your heart if you're Maori. I'll bet you knew it already." He reached inside his own shirt and pulled out the pounamu pendant on its black braided cord. "Just like I do. See, I have the hei matau. The fish hook pendant, for the sea and for determination. Mine has a muri paraoa as well, a whale tail, on the other end, for speed and strength and protectiveness. That's all the important things. This was carved from a jade boulder that came from Tasman Bay, which is where I come from as well. It touches my skin and roots me to my family, to the ancestors, to our mountain and our river. Moana has a pendant, too. It reminds her where she came from, and who her people are." There you were. Logic. Rationality. And a bit of magic as well, maybe. You could need magic, if your mum had died. That might be the reason for the T-shirt. Casey's eyes had flecks of gold amidst the green and were as extravagantly dark-lashed as Dylan's had been. Right now, they were fixed on his, like nobody had ever told her to look down, to look away, and she wouldn't have listened if they had. There was as much intensity in her slim form as in any player about to run out onto the field, too, when she said, "My mommy said that. She said I was Maori, like Moana, and someday, Maui would come across the ocean for us and take us home. Nobody else said that, though." "Except me," he said. "That's because I'm your dad. You see how that works?" First time he'd said the D-word. "I don't think so," she said, and he thought, Now what? She went on to tell him. "I think you're Maui." "Nah, sorry," he said. "I'm not him. Maui is much bigger. He's also a demigod. I'm not even a semi-god." "He fished up the ocean with a fish hook," she pointed out. "And you have a fish hook." "Because I'm Maori. Not because I'm Maui. Every Maori has a pendant." "I don't." "That's because it has to be a gift. Nobody's given you yours yet, that's all." She wasn't getting heated. She was just frowning. Ferociously. Her eyebrows were asstraight and as black as his, too. She said, "That doesn't make sense. Ifeverybody has one, I would have one. It makes sense that you're Maui. You'rebig like Maui, and your hair's like his." Her eyebrows were as straight and as black as

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