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The Butterfly Girls can’t wait to begin their fourteenth annual weekend reunion, a time to renew their bonds of friendship and honor the memory of their high school friend Ava. But a dark cloud of fear soon forms in their shared hotel room when they learn that one of their former classmates has been brutally murdered. And when new evidence suggests Ava was murdered as well, the friends realize one of them might be next.
Andi is glad to be taking the Butterfly Box with her to Hawaii, where she plans to spend a few weeks participating in a reality dating show. To her surprise, the eligible bachelor, Michael Makura, soon singles her out for attention, provoking jealous acts of sabotage from the other contestants. Soon a series of unusual events disrupts the pair’s fledgling romance, and Andi starts over in New York where she begins dating a great guy and accepts a job offer from a generous, eccentric man. But when Michael unexpectedly shows up, all is not well in the Big Apple. And soon Andi comes faceto- face with the man who killed her friend—and he aims to kill her as well.
- Size: 6x9
- Pages: 314
- Published: 05/2011
About the Author
Michele Ashman Bell grew up in St. George, Utah, where she met her husband, Gary, at Dixie College. They are the proud parents of four children: Weston, Kendyl, Andrea, and Rachel.
A favorite pastime of Michele’s is supporting her children in all of their activities, traveling both in and outside the United States with her husband and family, and doing research for her books. She also scuba dives. Aside from being a busy wife and mother, Michele is an aerobics instructor at the Life Centre Athletic Club near her home.
Michele is the best-selling author of several books and a Christmas booklet and has also written children’s stories for the Friend magazine.
The boy lay on the floor, clutching his teddy bear in one hand. His face
was completely numb, and it was more and more difficult to breathe. He
knew he was bleeding on the floor, but his mom wouldn’t be mad. She’d
do her best to get the stains out, just like she had all the other times. And
right now, stains were the least of her problems. This was the third night
in a row his father had come home in a drunken rage, but tonight seemed
especially violent—even for him.
A wave of nausea came over the boy, and he steeled himself against the
urge to vomit. The blows to his head and face had left him dizzy and disoriented.
He couldn’t move his jaw, and one of his eyes was swelling shut.
A tingling in his right side had gradually grown into a white-hot pain
shooting down his back—but he didn’t have time to worry about that
now. His mom was taking a beating now, too, and she needed his help.
He usually didn’t interfere—his father outweighed him by two hundred
pounds, and all he’d ever accomplished in the past was to secure further
injuries for himself—but there was more fear in his mother’s cries of pain
tonight than he’d ever heard before.
The boy felt the fear in his chest tighten, making it hard to breathe. If
something happened to his mother, he’d be left alone with his father. And
he would rather die than have that happen.
Struggling to stand and nearly passing out from the new waves of
pain, he took in several deep breaths to help calm the nausea. To his relief,
it subsided enough for him to push himself off the spot on the floor he
called a bed.
Steadying himself on his feet, he wobbled to the door and opened it
a crack. He flinched at the heightened sounds of violence coming from his parents’ bedroom. Part of him wanted to run down the stairs and out the front door, away, somewhere else, somewhere safe. But he knew of
no such place. His grandparents lived far away, and the only other adult
he felt comfortable with, Mrs. Nelson, his fifth grade teacher, lived a few
miles out of town.
He briefly considered calling the police then just as quickly shut the
idea out of his mind. He’d done it once before, and all that had happened
was an officer being dispatched to investigate—then leaving just as quickly
when his mother had been too frightened to say anything against her husband.
The repercussions had been severe. His father had been enraged.
Besides, he doubted he could even move his jaw to speak at the moment.
His mother’s pleas for forgiveness for whatever she’d done wrong echoed
through the hallway and brought on more of his father’s vengeance. The boy
cringed as he heard the despicable names his father called her.
Many times the boy’s mother had tried to tell him that his father really
was a good man at heart, but the boy didn’t know how that could be true. If
he were a good man, why would he beat them, why would he neglect them
and subject them to the fear and horror that was their family’s existence?
No, he told himself as he stood in the doorway, clutching the frame so
tightly he felt his thumbnail chip under the pressure. He hated his father.
The man was a beast who controlled them with intimidation and abuse.
And the boy was tired of feeling frightened and hungry in the place he was
supposed to be safe.
“John, no, please. I’ll do better. I promise. I don’t know what I was
thinking. You’re right, I shouldn’t have answered the door. I didn’t know it
was the neighbor, though. I didn’t talk to him for more than ten seconds—
I told him he’d have to ask you to borrow the ladder. That’s all, I swear.”
“You’re lying. You think you can do better than me, Lillian? You’re
old, ugly, and stupid, and no one would ever look twice at you. You’re
lucky I don’t just kill you here and now to put us both out of our misery.”
The boy heard a dull thud, and his mother let out a cry of pain. “John,
His father laughed, a guttural, menacing sound.
Shaking and focusing hard so that he wouldn’t pass out, the boy crept
toward the bedroom door. If he could create a distraction, maybe his father
would leave his mother alone and fall asleep or pass out like he usually did.
Looking around, he saw his father’s shoes in the hallway, and an idea
sprang to mind. It knew it might be the last idea he ever had, but he had
to do something fast.
Grabbing the shoes, he threw them both down the stairs as hard as he
could so they hit the front door, the bang reverberating up the stairwell.
Then he rushed back to his room.
However, before he could even fully turn around, his father shot out
into the hallway like a crazed bull out of the chute. “What was that?”
So frightened he was unable to think or speak, the boy froze.
“What did you do?” his father yelled, his eyes wide and unfocused
with drink and rage.
The boy couldn’t speak even if he’d wanted to. He tried to move his
jaw, but all that resulted was another flash of white-hot pain.
Raising an iron fist, his father looked at the boy, his face growing redder
by the second and his lips curling back like a mad dog’s. “I told you
to go to your room. Do you want me to make that ugly face of yours look
As his father took one step toward him, something inside the boy
snapped. A surge of adrenaline threw him into action, and before he knew
it he was charging. With mute rage, he rammed into his Redwood-sized
Taken completely by surprise, his father lurched backward, teetering
on the top step. The boy held his breath as his father seemed to regain his
footing, his shocked expression settling back into a snarl.
But then, just as the boy was certain he was moments away from receiving
the beating that would end his life, his father fell. As if in slow motion,
the man launched backward down the stairs, the banister trembling
under the weight of his body like a wrecking ball against a house of sticks.
Head over heels, his body contorted freakishly then broke through the
thin spiral banister and landed with a resounding boom on the ground,
his head cocked at a ninety-degree angle, his eyes rolled back in his head.
The boy looked at the mangled human being below, watching for any
sign of life, any chance his father had survived. And after several moments,
when there was no movement, not even a slight rise or fall in his chest, the
boy knew with a certainty that his father was dead.
And if he had been physically able, he would have smiled.
A Suspenseful Reality Ride!!!!!
by Teri - reviewed on June 01, 2011
The Perfect Fit by Michele Ashman Bell This last installment in the Butterfly Box Trilogy was my favorite, as it tied everything up with a huge climax as to what caused Ava's accident. With a surprising and shocking prologue, it took me to about 3/4 through to figure out who was behind everything. Andi Martin, fitness guru and the only remaining to be single, decides to apply to be a contestant on the reality show Looking For Mrs. Right that was taking place in Hawaii. Before she leaves for Hawaii, Andi receives a couple ominous e-mails. On the day before she is to arrive at the plantation/mansion of where Michael Makua is waiting for his Mrs. Right, she finds herself at a beautiful Bed & Breakfast When Andi makes the first cut that allows her to stay at the mansion, she is totally in for a surprise. A few of the other contestants feel jealous of Andi because Michael chooses her for the first one-on-one date. When a few so-called accidents happen to Andi, she becomes suscpicious and alarmed. When she leaves the show to be near Chloe, who'd been injured in an accident and was in a coma, she realizes she is falling for Michael. When she visits Lauryen in New York, she and Cooper seem to be hitting it off, but Andi realizes she still has feelings for Michael and when Michael follows her to New Ylork, she's confused, as Michael isn't a member of her faith and is not sure she can forgive his checkered past as a playboy. When both Andi and M ichael's life are threatened, it brings on strength, courage and determine she never thought she had. I highly recommend this book that takes us into the world of reality TV andwhat happens when you get 24 single beautiful women together under one roof vying for the a t tentions of one handsome,rich young man. I received this review copy from Michele. Publisher: Covenant Communications, Inc.b Date Published: May 2011 ISBN: 978-1-60861-233-8 316pp
by G.G. - reviewed on May 30, 2011
Wow! Review of A Perfect Fit By G.G. Vandagriff In her latest book, which is definitely Romantic Suspense, Michele Ashman Bell whirls us through worlds we will probably never experience for ourselves. First: A Reality TV Show? I mean, that is the furthest thing from my experience. The closest I come to reality TV is being interviewed for the news! But Michele’s heroine, Andi, is an old hand at performing in front of the camera. A fitness and cookbook guru, as well as a woman who has successfully defeated an eating disorder, she has done many interviews and made and sold an entire line of videos. Dissatisfied with her dating life, she consents when her manager suggests it might be good publicity for her to try out for the Looking for Mrs. Right reality show. The gorgeous, wealthy Michael Makura is looking for a wife to share his plantation in Kauai and his interest in African philanthropies. Andi* has her own philanthropic organization in Africa: Mothers without Borders. I must admit, not being beautiful, skinny, or possessed of any stage presence, I enjoyed being in Andi’s shoes just a little bit. Especially, when her dates with Michael took her scuba diving, and exploring an island I will probably never visit, but which I have certainly seen through the beautiful descriptions the author has treated me to. A frustrated clothes hound, I loved wearing her designer clothes, as well. But the harrowing zip ride had me holding onto my zero gravity chair as tightly as I could. And the competition with the other 24 girls was something I never could have handled with Andi’s grace. However, knowing the author, I know that this is something she could have done with ease. That is one reason why it was so fun to read this book, because I could see my friend, Michele, in Andi throughout the whole book. However, this is definitely more than chick lit. Andi faces the hardest of choices between her growing attachment to Michael (which seems a perfect fit in every way) and her desire to be married for eternity. She is relieved as well as heartbroken when what seems to be a dirty trick eliminates her from the contest and sends her back to New York. She doesn’t realize that she is walking into terror. For a reason no one knows, Andi and her friends are being stalked with intent to kill. One friend has already been killed, and just recently another barely escaped a car accident engineered to murder her. Now it’s Andi’s turn, and let me tell you, the zip ride was nothing compared to what she faces in New York. Michael also arrives, absolutely set on becoming worthy to marry her, unwittingly making himself as target as well. I tell you what—I was up until 2:00 am turning pages on this one. Kudos to Michele for giving me an exciting alternate reality in every sense! *and Michele Ashman Bell