I’ll stop right there. I don’t want to give away the story details.
I had requests after requests for a sequel from readers who not only fell in love with the main characters, Chance and Carly, but they also had a soft spot for Duke and Lila, secondary characters. Honestly, the idea tweaked my fancy, but there was a problem. A BIG problem. I just couldn’t find Duke and Lila’s story. I’d gotten about two chapters in and my motivation squandered. So, I stuck their lifeless story on the back burner.
Three stories and a year later, I pulled Duke and Lila out, dusted them off and decided they deserved just one more shot. What more can I say but I became a writing machine. Their story flowed like water. Within several weeks I’d written Second Ride Cowboy. Another few weeks later and I’d signed a contract with Lyrical Press. It is scheduled to release this year.
This is why I am re-introducing Second Chance Cowboy. It was my favorite story. I cried. I laughed. I sympathized. I poured all of my emotion into each word, page…to the end. I hope you’ll check Chance and Carly out.
I am giving away a pdf copy of Second Chance Cowboy. To enter to win, leave
a comment and an email address. One lucky winner will be chosen randomly.
Good luck and best wishes!!!
Fate has other plans for them. Carly’s fall down some stairs leaves her with amnesia…but that’s only the start of it.
Can deception bring a second chance at love or will it forever destroy an already broken marriage?
Available At: Amazon Kindle – B&N Nook - I-Tunes – Lyrical Store
Excerpt:
Carly squeezed her hands into fists. “My poor husband. How difficult it is for him to manage his inflated ego and keep his zipper closed.”
“We’re divorced, remember?” His voice reeked of sarcasm.
She groaned in irritation. Her pulse pounded in her ears like the beating of a drum. Her claws were showing.
Chance didn’t blink an eye as he gazed at her across the room. “Honey, I can keep my pants zipped just fine. Problem is, you can’t keep your fingers off my zipper.”
Carly’s palm itched to slap him. “We live in a small town, Chance. How do you think it’s possible we haven’t run into each other more than three times in the last two years?” She cocked her chin. “Let me fill you in. I’ve done everything in my power to keep from bumping into you. Do you realize how difficult it is to plan my schedule weeks in advance so I don’t have to see you? Is that a description of a woman who can’t keep her fingers off your zipper?”
“No, more like a woman who’s afraid she’ll forget what screwed up our marriage in the first place, realize she’s made a huge mistake and get her ass back home.”
“Humph, fat chance that’ll ever happen.” She fumbled with the sheet in irritation and gave her hair a toss over one shoulder.
Damn, he did have a point, although she’d never admit it to him.
“Yeah, right, Carly, because you can’t ever forgive and forget, can you? You think you’re the only one who has lost, don’t you?” His eyes became steely pools of green. His voice turned low and controlled. “I lost Devon, too. He was my son–our son. How long are you going to keep blaming me for his death?”
Carly swallowed the painful lump in her constricted throat. “I don’t blame you.”
“Could have fooled me.”
“We both know why I left.”
“We do?” His bitter laugh split the air with its razor-sharp intensity. “I know you want to hold on to the belief that I am the bad guy who drove you away, but isn’t it time you took half the responsibility for the failure of our marriage?” A trace of compassion softened his expression. He tugged on his shirt and finger-combed his hair.
“It wasn’t my fault you cheated.” Once she said it, she wanted to yank the words back. Too late, just like their relationship.
“You’re a broken record, sweetheart. It’s not worth denying the accusation any longer. Maybe eventually you’ll believe your words and feel justified in leaving. Devon died, Carly. He’s gone and we can’t change the truth. One of us needed to make the decision to let him go and I made it. I held out hope you’d eventually find a sliver of forgiveness in your cold heart. I guess I was wrong.”<
The old wound broke open and her lungs emptied of oxygen. She wanted to lash out at him, tell him to go to hell, but the words didn’t come. Instead, she whispered, “I’m going to the bathroom. When I get back I want you gone.”
“Carly, you’ve become an expert at sucking all the joy out of your life and pushing away anyone who reaches out to you. You’re living in a self-made prison, founded on guilt and pain, and there is no key to unlock the cell door.”
Suffering from years of hopeless romantic notions with sexy, sassy heroines and bad-ass heroes taking residence in her mind, Rhonda decided to write, bringing the stories alive. With baby on hip and laptop on the other, and a couple of years later, Rhonda has published six eBooks with a handful of spicy love stories waiting for the final touches.
When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you will find her with her children, watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places, doing (or trying) yoga, and finding new ways to keep her smile bright.
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Rebekah Kelton...you have won!!! Congrats!!! I will send over your free copy. Thanks so much and enjoy !!!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Ronda!!! I am so excited to read this book, and its all really rainy here so im going to cuddle up with the book tonight.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the intro, Rhonda! I love second-chance stories!
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