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A euphoric summer romance between Vivienne and Jonathan ends abruptly when an attack leaves Vivienne in a coma.
Jonathan races against time to find her attacker without clues to guide him. But after Vivienne is released from the hospital, a firestorm of scandal threatens to engulf her, and the ocean becomes her only way out.
Jonathan had rescued her before, but now his heart is on the line. Will his love be enough to save her?
Vivienne, torn between getting justice or protecting Jonathan, must hide the truth of the attack and the life growing inside her.
But not all evidence is meant to remain hidden or be buried.

I’ve never seen the soul of a murderer before—these eyes in front of me right now grant me access. They look like they belong to the man I buried six months ago.
The brown eyes staring back at me are calculating and unforgiving, as if he'd been waiting for this moment. He's wearing a state trooper uniform. That must be why the guards let him in. But for the life of me, I can’t understand what he wants and why he thinks tying me up and slicing me open will make me give anything to him, even if I could.
I have less than ten minutes to live. Five of those I’m spending to figure out who sent him. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, counting down to my last breath. I’ll probably leave this room in a body bag—unless Cher finds me now. I’m cold, getting colder as a persistent stream of crimson oozes from me, and my sister is the only person I can think of who’s brave enough to save me from this demon. If I survive, she will never forgive herself for ignoring my SOS messages. If I don’t make it, God help this son of a bitch. For his sake, I'd better live.
I wanted to go on “Maury” ten years ago. Now I understand why Dad was so dead set against the idea. He knew something that I didn’t.
The man towering over me looks just like my father. Same eyes, jawline, and height. His whole damn face looks familiar. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I’m looking at a ghost. Something in my gut tells me that even if I could, no amount of pleading would save me. He’s here to make sure I don’t walk out of here alive.
My cries are muffled, swallowed by the darkness closing in around me. My head falls backward, then off to the side. That’s when the man with my dad’s face calmly walks out the door, leaving me to bleed out.
Contrary to popular belief, the Jacket is not merely a coat or protective gear you wear to stave off the cold during the winter. It's a weapon forged from words, meaning to wound and shame. The wearer of the jacket is the poor guy whose woman steps out on him and brings home a “belly."
The Jacket is me—that’s what everyone calls me from the day the doctors pulled me out of my mother’s lifeless womb and placed me into the arms of my father’s judgmental siblings. For more reasons than one, the jacket has been the bane of my existence.

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"Go get, read and keep it." From the moment I read the title and the first few lines of the first chapter I knew it was a must read to the end. I was thrilled to go on the reading journey. It was to my full satisfaction. She had just the right words, lines and imagery. Thank you Cherry Dawn I am ready and waiting on you for more.
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I cannot say enough wonderful things about this story. From the mysterious dark cover and the description written on the back I knew this book would be about incidents of violence, trauma, and undying love. It grabs you from the very beginning and keeps getting better and better. Immediately, you just want to know what happens next. I read it so fast because the story is truly addictive. Now I have to slow down and digest it- this book is unbelievably good, very well written, perfectly paced, and keeps you engaged throughout. This will make a great gift- man or woman. A story that must be shared.

"For readers of edgy suspense, BAD SEED delivers! The author read an excerpt during a Prince George's County Memorial Library System event earlier this year and hooked everyone. Can't wait to read the whole story!"
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"Thank you again for the gift of a copy of your compelling novel. I read it in one sitting.
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"Wow! you did a fabulous job! Well Done! I am really impressed with the pace and flow of the story. " -Michele M.

“A brilliant, spellbinding, and tear-jerking portrayal of resilience.”
- Edward M.

"I was hooked from the beginning."
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"From the very first chapter, I was hooked! The tension, the atmosphere, the way you wrote Vivienne’s experience in the grove... had my heart absolutely racing. You’ve created an incredibly vivid world that feels cinematic, suspenseful, and emotionally raw in the best way possible. Just wanted to thank you for sharing such a powerful story. I honestly can’t wait to see where it goes next.
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