In a new year, we sometimes don’t think it means going back for a second dip at love where that love didn’t succeed before. But really, starting over doesn’t always mean starting fresh and brand new. Sometimes it means seeing things from a new perspective, starting over with a new life and new opportunities. That’s the premise of the book Desire Me Again, an anthology from Black Velvet Seductions. This collection includes stories from Annabel Allan, Patricia Elliott, R.M. Olivia, Carol Schoenig, Virginia Wallace, Gibby Campbell, me (Dee S. Knight), Alice Renaud, Jan Selbourne, Zia Westfield. While they don’t take place on New Year, they all represent a new beginning with an old love. Enjoy!
Blurb:
The hopeless romantic believes that a soulmate exists for each of us. That there is one person who makes us feel how good it is to love them. For some couples, things trigger them to push that love away. They find out too late they’ve lost true-love. Sometimes genuine love deserves a second-chance at the happy ending that eluded them the first time.
In Second Chance, Sandy Henderson had been a sweet, wholesome girl in her first year of college, sure of herself and totally in love with her high school sweetheart, Tom Pritchard. Then something happened that shattered her dreams, her confidence, her will to live. When she meets Tom again many years later, she resists taking a chance on love because of her secret, but Tom won’t give up on her. On them. Or will he, once she tells him about her past?
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Excerpt:
“Tom,” Mrs.
Henderson exclaimed. Like everyone he knew in their town, she stretched the
one-syllable word into two. Tah-um. Until he’d joined the Corps he
didn’t really know what people meant when they talked about southern accents.
Now he considered the soft consonants and extended vowels charming. Part of
being home.
Glancing over her shoulder, Tom saw Sandy stick her head around the kitchen wall. “Hey,” he called out to her. Then concentrating on her mother, he held out a bouquet. “These are for you, Mrs. Henderson.”
She flushed like a schoolgirl when she took the flowers. “How did you know that tulips are my favorite?”
He hadn’t. He’d asked the florist to put together something cheerful that an older lady might like. He hoped the brightly colored blooms might bring a smile to Sandy, too.
“Just a guess,” he answered.
“Come in, come in,” Mrs. Henderson backed up and held the door wide.
He stepped into a living room that had seen very little change in the last two decades. It was neat but held a slight whiff of shabbiness. Mrs. Henderson would probably call it comfortable rather than shabby. Tom wondered what Sandy thought of it.
Finally, the woman in question emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. The night was warm and she looked as though she’d just finished doing dishes. Her hair was damp and stuck to her forehead, and a light sheen of sweat clung to her cheeks. His groin tightened when he noticed that her shorts hugged her hips and her sleeveless blouse was slightly dampened, too, showing her white bra through the thin fabric. His mind filled with ways he could make her body slick with sweat, the ways he could make her much more than warm.
“I know I said we should try to get together before I leave, but I didn’t actually mean tonight.”
“I’m sorry to barge in, but I wanted to ask you to dinner tomorrow night.” Before Sandy could form “No, thank you,” as her lips where shaping up to do, he interjected, “And your mom, too.”
Her mother’s eyes widened and she slapped the hand holding the tulips to her chest. “Oh, my! Sandra, we have a beau!”
Sandy smiled. Then she turned to him. “I don’t know. We have so much to do here.”
“Sandra, please. It will be so much fun. I haven’t had dinner out since your father last took me, and that’s been…at least three years.” She turned to Tom. “Could we go to that cafeteria up on the highway?”
Tom laughed. “We can go anywhere you want.”
Mrs. Henderson snapped her head back toward Sandy. He knew the minute Sandy gave in. Her shoulders slumped slightly, but she smiled at her mother. “If Tom is willing to make every other man in town jealous by escorting the lovely Henderson women out to dinner, who am I to stand in his way?”
Reviews:
“Wonderful, diverse writing styles make the Desire Me Again Anthology a must read. Each story gets five stars from me.”
“Most of these short stories had such heart, I couldn't help wanting more.”
“Lots of great sexy stories. Traded
reading off w/ my girlfriend. Let's just say it worked for us! ;)
Fun. Recommend.”
After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for ménage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website. And all three offer some of the best romance you can find! Also, once a month, look for Dee’s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity. Sign up for my newsletter and have access to free reads.
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1 comment:
I absolutely LOVE the title and cover art. This sounds like a great set of stories. :)
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