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When Wishes Collide

When Wishes Collide

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"A story about family love, trust, and romance with a little mystery included. Great read!" Wanda – Goodreads

In a moment of desperation, two strangers make a wish, only to discover that sometimes a wish can take you down an unexpected path ... straight toward a life-changing love.

Adrianna Cavello's life changed in an instant when a break-in at her restaurant took the life of her boyfriend and left her too traumatized to return to work. Months later, with everything she's ever wanted on the line, Adrianna makes a wish by tossing a coin into a fountain known for making miracles.

Wyatt Randall is also in need of a miracle. Two years earlier, his ex-wife kidnapped their daughter, and Wyatt is desperate to find his little girl. A new lead raises his hopes, but quickly fizzles out. When his coin clashes with another, he sees what little hope he has flying away.

Adrianna and Wyatt soon learn that they have more in common than two coins that collided. In fighting for the lives they lost, they must learn how to trust again. Only then will they discover that meeting each other and falling in love might not be what they wished for, but exactly what they need.

WHEN WISHES COLLIDE is an emotionally compelling and suspenseful contemporary romance by #1 NY Times Bestselling Author Barbara Freethy. 


"I am loving the Wish series! Adrianna was a great character in this book! A must read!!" Mary – Goodreads

"I loved this book and I'd recommend it to any romance readers out there. There was love, action, suspense, and humor all in one book. That's a great book in my book :)" Kayla – Goodreads

"Loved it! Enchanting! What a great way to begin such a wonderful story. I loved this book due to a great story-line and the depiction of the characters. Obviously well written and with a catchy plot that pulls the reader along; I would definitely recommend this book for any reader that loves a good romance." Rachel - Goodreads



Adrianna took off her white long-sleeved chef's coat and tossed it into the laundry basket in the break room of Vincenzo's Restaurant. She then released her long, brown hair from a constricting tie, feeling an immediate release of tension, as the waves cascaded down her shoulders. It had been a long, exhausting night in the kitchen, but it was the kind of exhaustion she loved. Becoming a chef had been her dream since she was a little girl, and at twenty-eight she was beginning to make a name for herself. 

Lindsay Rogers entered the room and gave her a tired smile. The tall, willowy blonde was one of the sous chefs and also a good friend, which sometimes surprised Adrianna, because they were as different in personality as they were in looks. Lindsay was outgoing, funny, and while she liked her job, Lindsay wasn't particularly ambitious. Adrianna had a quieter sense of humor and was far more focused and driven. But then she hadn't had time for a lot of fun in her life. Survival had been her single focus for as long as she could remember. One day, she wanted to get to that place where she could relax, take a breath, look around and see what she'd been missing. But that day wasn't today. 

"That last party took forever to leave," Lindsay said, as she removed her jacket. "Toast after toast until they were all drunk. Will had to call two cabs to get them out of here."

She smiled. "They were having a good time. That's what it's all about." Nothing made her happier than watching people enjoy her food and enjoy themselves. 

"I guess." Lindsay rolled her head around on her shoulders. 

"We're lucky business has been so good," Adrianna added. "The winter was very slow." 

Throughout January and February, she'd been worried that the restaurant might have to close because the owner and executive chef, Giovanni Ricci, was having health problems. Fortunately, his nephew, Stephan, had stepped in and taken over, turning things around in just a few months. She missed Giovanni's tutelage in the kitchen, but because of his absence she'd also gained more responsibility. Her life always seemed to be a mix of good and bad. 

"The customers are coming because of you," Lindsay said as she stepped up to the mirror to apply some lip gloss. "Your reputation is growing. Stephan is about a day away from making you executive chef."

"I'm not so sure about that. In sixty years, Vincenzo's has never had an executive chef who wasn't a Ricci." 

"That's true, but while Stephan is a competent chef, he's better in the front of the house. He loves to market and greet customers. You're the one who makes the magic in the kitchen, and Stephan is smart enough to know that. You're pretty much doing the job anyway," Lindsay added, as she turned around. "And you know Will is talking you up to Stephan every chance he gets."

"He's been very supportive," she said. Will Grayson was the head bartender, and her boyfriend, although, it still felt a little strange to think of him in those terms. She and Will had been friends for four years until a coworker's wedding reception and a lot of champagne had taken them from friends to lovers. 

"Speaking of Will—he seems distracted lately," Lindsay said. "Is something going on with him?"

"Nothing that I know about. He was probably just stressed with all the big parties we had tonight." 

"You're right. You need to take him home and make him feel better, as only you can," Lindsay said with a teasing smile. She moved away from the mirror, grabbed Will's jacket off the coat rack and tossed it to Adrianna. 

As the jacket flew through the air, something fell out of one of the pockets onto the floor. 

Lindsay and Adrianna both reached for it at the same time, but it was Lindsay who came up with the blue velvet box.

"Oh my God," Lindsay said, meeting Adrianna's gaze. "Will is going to propose to you."

Adrianna stared at the ring box in shock and wariness. "No. It's way too soon."

"You've been friends forever."

"But not boyfriend, girlfriend. That's new. Don't open it," she warned as Lindsay's fingers toyed with the lid.

"Why not? Don't you want to see the ring?"

"We don't know that it's an engagement ring. It could be something else."

"Only one way to find out."

"No." She shook her head and scrambled to her feet, worry and panic running through her. She wasn't ready for an engagement, for marriage, or even for a promise. She didn't want Will to give her a ring of any kind. 

"If it's a bad ring, you'll have a chance to compose your reaction when he shows it to you," Lindsay said practically, as she stood up. "You don't want to have a look of disappointment on your face. I know you would try to be polite, but let's be real, a sucky ring is not the way to start out a marriage."

"I don't want to see it," she said quickly. 

Lindsay frowned. "What is wrong with you?" 

How could she explain to someone who was as easy and casual about love as Lindsay that for her love, marriage, and family was a huge dream but also a terrifying proposition? She'd locked her heart away a very long time ago, and while Will had been chipping away at her resolve to stay detached, he wasn't even close to breaking through. How could Will think otherwise? 

"Please, put it away before he comes in here," she said shortly. 

"Okay, okay, calm down." Lindsay slipped the ring box back in Will's jacket pocket and hung the jacket on the rack. "There—it's out of sight. And we'll pretend we never saw it."

"Good," she said, blowing out a breath. 

"Can I ask why you're so rattled? I thought you and Will were happy together." Her gaze narrowed thoughtfully. "Don't you want Will to propose? I thought you two were getting along really well." 

"I haven't thought about it. It's all about work for me right now. And I thought it was for him, too." 

"Oh, I don't think so, Adrianna. Will isn't as driven as you are, but then nobody is." Lindsay gave her a soft smile. "I'm going to go. I have a late date. It's Jack—as in Jack who gives me a heart attack because he's so hot."

"Lucky you," she said, thrilled that the conversation was no longer about her. 

"Call me tomorrow. I want to know what happens with the ring."

As Lindsay left the break room, Adrianna stared at Will's jacket for a long moment. Maybe it wasn't what she thought. Perhaps the ring belonged to someone else. He might be holding on to it for one of his friends. 

Despite her rationalization, there was still a gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach.  Will had always been the one after her, the one pushing for more. But he also knew her better than anyone else, so he had to know she wasn't ready.  

With a sigh, she grabbed her own coat and bag and returned to the kitchen. The room was empty. Everyone had left, except for Will, who was staring at his phone with an odd expression on his face. 

"Everything okay?" she asked.

He looked up and nodded, but his gaze was distant, as if he were thinking about something else. 

"Are you sure?" she prodded. 

"I need to talk to you, Adrianna." 

"That doesn't sound good." 

His eyes darkened.  "It's not bad. It's just … important."

Her stomach tightened. "Can we do it later? It's been a really long night. I'm exhausted, and I just want to go home and fall into bed."

His lips turned down into a frown. "I don't think this can wait until tomorrow. I've been putting it off, and I can't do it any longer."

"Well, it has to wait a few more minutes," she said, stalling for time. If he did ask her to marry him, what on earth would she say? No would hurt his feelings. But yes didn't work either. She wasn't ready to get married. She set her bag on the counter and picked up the box she'd left out. "I promised the kids pizza." 

Disappointment and annoyance filled his eyes. "Adrianna, you told me three days ago you would call the police about those homeless kids."

"I will—tomorrow." 

"You always say that. I understand that you had problems with the system when you were a kid, but it's there for a reason. Those children need more than leftover pizza."

He was right, but she was still debating her options. About a week ago, she'd found three kids digging through the trash, and she'd given them a hot meal. Since then they'd come by the restaurant almost every night around closing time. She didn't know if they were homeless or neglected, but she knew they needed help. She also knew that they weren't going to let her help them if they didn't trust her. 

"I'll be back in a minute." She grabbed the pizza box and headed out the back door into the alley behind the restaurant. She was only a few feet away from the door when three kids emerged from the shadows. 

The oldest, a boy, seemed to be about twelve. Then there was a girl around ten, and a younger child, who appeared to be about eight. She'd tried to get their names, but only the boy had been willing to tell her that his name was Ben. He'd assured her that they had somewhere to stay; they just needed food. He'd begged her not to call the police, and his words had hit a nerve. She'd once been a child of the street and sometimes a back alley was safer than a foster home. 

But sometimes it wasn't. 

She needed to think like an adult now.   

"This can't go on," she told Ben, holding the pizza hostage until she got some answers. "You shouldn't be out alone this late. It's not safe or healthy. I want to help you, but you're going to have to tell me more about your situation."

"We just need a little extra food." 

"Where are your parents?"

"They're coming back tomorrow. We'll be fine then," he said. 

She didn't believe him. She glanced from him to the two girls. The older girl looked so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, but the younger one was alert, wariness in her bright blue eyes. 

"Can we have the pizza?" Ben asked. 

"Who's watching you until your parents come back?"

"My mom's friend," he said.

"And where does this friend think you are right now?"

"She works til late. We'll be home before she gets there." 

"Why don't I take you home?" she suggested. "I'll just get my coat and bag."

"It's not far from here. We'll be fine. You don't have to worry."

"I want to help you, Ben."

"The food is enough," he said. 

Before she could continue the argument, she heard a crash, followed by two loud pops. 

It took a second for the sounds to register in her brain. 


Her heart jumped into her throat. She'd grown up in neighborhoods where gunshots were not that uncommon, but this was North Beach, an upscale part of San Francisco. It didn't make sense. 

She looked down the alley and saw two dark, hooded figures running down the street. A sudden terror swept through her. Had the shots come from inside the restaurant?

Oh, God! 

Will was alone in the kitchen. 

She ran through the back door, praying that the shots had come from somewhere else. The kitchen was empty. 

"Will," she screamed. 

No answer. 

Running into the dining room, her worst fear came true. Will lay on the floor near the bar, blood pooling around his head. 

"No!" she screamed, dropping to her knees. 

His open eyes stared back at her, but there was no longer any life in them. 

"You can't be dead," she said, shaking her head in denial. "You can't be. You have to wake up. This is just a bad dream. You're all right."  She put her hands on his face. His skin was still warm. She needed to do something, CPR, call 9-1-1, but even as she pressed her hands against his chest, she knew it wasn't going to matter. 

Will was dead. 

Sirens split the air, and then cops were coming in the door, pulling her away from Will, asking her questions, setting up crime scene tape, and all she could do was stare at the man who had been her best friend, her lover, and if she'd never left the restaurant, maybe her fiancé.

The Wish Series is connected by the theme of wishes. In each book a wish has unexpected consequences, because sometimes what a person wishes for is not what exactly what they need. The series consists of one

novella and two complete books.

Each book in the series stands completely on its own.

  • A Secret Wish
  • Just A Wish Away
  • When Wishes Collide
  • Wish Series Box Set