Looking Out the Window: Second Chances, A Love Anthology Featuring Five Sweet Romances and a Rafflecopter Giveaway
A Warm Welcome to the Second Chances Authors
E.A. West
Pravina Maharaj
Patricia Kiyono
Kathy Bosman
Leenna Naidoo
When a couple falls in love, sometimes their relationship doesnāt work out and they part ways. One day they may meet up again. The sparks fly. The hurtful memories rise to the surface. Is it possible for them to heal the rift between them and start all over again? Can they have a second chance at love? Or is it too late? Find out in this feel-good anthology of five unique, sweet romances. All proceeds go to charity: HIC Children's Home, Newcastle, South Africa.
True love never dies, but can it overcome mistakes of the past?
When Felicia Coronadoās soon-to-be ex-husband kidnaps her daughter on a remote mountain road, she must rely on the assistance of a group of soldiers in the area for a training exercise. Sheās stunned to discover the soldier in charge is the high school sweetheart she never thought she would see again. Lieutenant Mark Benson never stopped loving Felicia, even after she dumped him before their senior prom. Now, six years later, he learns the truth behind why she left him. Can he forgive her for the past and give her a chance for the future once her divorce is final, or will he help find her missing daughter and leave Felicia behind?
E. A. West Writer
Author of sweet and inspirational romance.
Giovanniās Christmas Bride:
Mistletoe Magic: Two Passionate Hearts. A Christmas Wedding to Remember.
Italian billionaire Giovanni Ferruccio had sworn never to forgive Brennan Shaw for breaking off their engagement and marrying his cousin Anthony.
Five years later, when fate delivers a widowed Brennan and her young son Luca to Giovanni's door, he is determined to discover the reason for Brennan's betrayal. But after one too many kisses under the mistletoe, Giovanni realises he canāt let go off Brennan and wants to make her his Christmas bride.
Pravina Maharaj
Writer of: Passionate, contemporary romances.
Flowers for Maddy
Sometimes the roadblocks in your life arenāt as high as they seem.
Maddy Benningās life has been full of missed opportunities. Sheās had to settle for commuting to local colleges rather than attending the school she and her high school boyfriend had chosen, and spend all her time either working or taking care of her mother. Sheās resigned herself to a life void of excitement and love. Meeting Jake again opens new hurtsābut can it lead to new joys?
Jake Warner gave up his teaching position to return to his Lake Michigan hometown and care for his father. But it looks like the job is more than he can handle on his own. While looking for appropriate care, he runs into a girl from his past. Years ago, their parting had been painful. But was there more to the story than heād realized?
Patricia Kiyono
Writer of both contemporary and historical sweet romance. She likes to incorporate the lakeside setting of her West Michigan home in her contemporary works.
What Treasure from the past will Dale find?
Bridget is the new chairlady for the Treasure Hunterās Club, a hobby sheās taken up to fill the loneliness after breaking up with her boyfriend Dale. The magic has left her life too, or so it seems, because the magic matchmaking photo album told her Dale was the right man for her. So when her ex-boyfriend walks into the club meeting, sheās barely able to make her speech. Dale canāt believe heās in the same room as the woman who broke his heart and made him lose interest in dating. Being together for a night might be too painful to bear.
Kathy Bosman
Writer of sweet contemporary and fantasy romances and occasionally other genres like fantasy or womenās fiction.
3 Million eyes, 2 desperate hearts, 1 second chance.
Munro Calliston needs to win a few million. Vivian Francis needs to win back Munro. The TV reality show Treasure Seekers seems the perfect route to a win-win situation...But can two so very wrongs ever make things right?
Leenna Naidoo
Writer of contemporary suspense with a dash of fantasy and romance. She also dabbles in science-fiction and fantasy, and blogs at www.leennanaidoo.wordpress.com
Story Excerpts:
Escaping the Past
by EA West
Rain poured from the dark clouds, making the winding mountain road slick. Felicia Coronadoās hands tightened on the steering wheel as she fought back panic. Ramonās truck hugged the rear bumper of her car. Speeding up didnāt increase the distance between them; it only made the car harder to control. She glanced in the rearview mirror, meeting her five-year-old daughterās frightened brown eyes.
āMama, why is Papa chasing us?ā Raquelās quivering voice sent an arrow straight through Feliciaās heart. Her daughter had already endured far too much fear in her young life.
āI donāt know, mi hija.ā Yes, you do! He wants to kill you and take your daughter to Venezuela for who knows what horrible reasons. She would never let that happen. No matter what it took, she would protect her daughter from Ramonās cruelty.
Felicia slowed to round a curve, and Ramon fell back. Her relief was short-lived as the road straightened again. She glanced back in time to see his pickup truck shoot forward.
āHold on, Raquel!ā
She barely had time to brace herself before the truck connected with the back of her car. Raquel screamed as the car lurched forward, but Felicia couldnāt reassure her. She had all she could do to keep the car on the road. Ramon rammed the back of her car again, sending it sliding across the wet pavement. A huge tree loomed ahead. She fought the wheel, but it was no use. The car slammed into the tree, crushing the right front corner. A second impact from behind smacked her head against the steering wheel, and blackness crept into the edges of her vision.
āMama!ā Raquelās shrill voice penetrated the fog in Feliciaās mind.
Before her sluggish thoughts could form into any kind of reassurance, Ramon had wrenched open Raquelās door and was pulling the girl out of her booster seat. Felicia tried to protest, but Raquelās screams drowned out anything she said. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, and she forced her way out of the car as Ramon carried her daughter away.
āRamon! Let her go!ā Felicia shouted into the storm. āYou have no right to take her from me!ā
He turned his cold eyes on her. āThis child is my daughter. I have every right to take her.ā
āYouāre breaking the restraining order! Give Raquel back to me or youāll face more charges.ā
Ramon laughed, his expression full of hate. āStupid woman. You think a piece of paper and empty threats will stop me from taking my daughter with me? You are a bigger fool than I thought.ā He picked up his pace as he headed for the woods.
āRamon!ā Feliciaās scream didnāt stop him, and she watched helplessly as he disappeared into the forest with her daughter in his arms.
Giovanniās Christmas Bride
by Pravina Maharaj
She looked up, stunned to see the man sheād never thought to face again. Not after five bitter years.
Giovanni Ferruccio. Italian billionaire, philanthropist and jet-setting playboy.
At thirty-five, Giovanni was one of the most eligible bachelors in New York. Brennan had followed his life and career through the media. She knew he was never short of female companyāoften seen with actresses, models, and wealthy heiresses.
As Giovanniās dark gaze locked with hers, Brennan forgot to breathe. Her mind flew to ten years ago when theyād first met. Sheād been a twenty-year-old waitress, paying her way through college. Giovanni had been twenty-five with a steely determination to succeed in the world of business. Heād just launched his first Information Technology Company and was in the process of expanding his business when theyād met.
Brennanās life changed forever when Giovanni had stepped into the cafĆ© where she worked. It was five days before Christmas on a snowy Saturday afternoon. Giovanni had insisted she sit with him while he had a coffee and pumpkin pie with fresh whipped cream. Her boss at the cafĆ© was shocked when Giovanni laid down a bundle of notes.
āIām buying more than your food and drink. Iām also buying the company of your pretty waitress,ā Giovanni had told the man, with an air of arrogance.
If it were any other customer, Brennan would have been incensed by such audacious behaviour but immediately there was something about Giovanni that tugged at her. It was more than his darkly handsome features or his Italian accent. Sheād served many handsome men at the upmarket Manhattan cafĆ©, but none had made her pulse race.
Intrigued by the stranger, Brennan agreed to sit down with him, and thereafter Giovanni began visiting the cafĆ© often, always paying a small fortune for Brennan to sit with him. Their encounters fed the gossip mill of the restaurant staff and had the female staff mooning over Giovanniās sex appeal.
Soon Giovanni began seeing Brennan away from the cafĆ©. Brennan suddenly in a relationship with Giovanni discovered she was helplessly in love. She graduated from college and Giovanni was blazing his way through the business world. Then one Christmas Eve, Giovanni stunned her by proposing. It had been the happiest moment of Brennanās life. But her happiness was short-lived because ten months later she broke off their engagement. Her world had come crashing down around her ears. Giovanni was left gutted by their breakup and Brennanās heart broke into a million tiny pieces.
āBrennan Shaw,ā Giovanni said, the deep timbre of his voice sending a shiver down Brennanās spine and jerking her back to the present.
āWelcome to my home,ā he added, sounding anything but welcoming.
āI didnāt know you lived here.ā Brennan dragged her gaze away from Giovanniās face. Luca stared at his mother with wide, dark eyes, sensing the tension in the room.
Giovanni entered the room, his gaze never wavering from Brennan.
She bit her lip self-consciously. She knew she looked a mess. Her usually lustrous honey-blond hair hung limp and damp, her woollen dress smudged with mud was molded to her thin frame, and her face lined with exhaustion.
Drawing breath, Brennan met Giovanniās obsidian gaze. āPlease, can I use your phone? Iād like to call a taxi,ā she said, grateful that her voice was steady.
āI insist you stay the night,ā Giovanni said like the spider might have said to the fly.
Brennan gritted her teeth. āThank you but Iād rather go home.ā
āItās not a night to be out with a child,ā Giovanni pointed out, glancing at Luca.
Brennan wanted to scream with frustration. How could fate be so cruel to deliver her on the doorstep of the man who hated her most?
Flowers For Maddy
by Patricia Kiyono
She turned her soft gaze to him. āWhat about you? I heard you and your choirs have been winning all sorts of awards. I even saw you and your group perform on one of the morning news shows.ā She frowned. āIs your school on break now, or did you retire already?ā
āI resigned. Dadās got health problems, and someone had to take care of him, now that both Mom and Sarah are gone. In fact, heās in Rest Haven, too.ā
Those expressive eyes glistened. āIām so sorry, Jake. That had to be so hard, losing half your family in an instant.ā
He nodded. āDad hasnāt been the same since then. I didnāt realize until I came back how much it affected him. Itās like he has no will to live and sees no reason to care for anyone, including himself.ā
āIām so sorry. Your dad was always such a strong man.ā
āYes. I used to hate that about him. Now I miss that strength.ā
She opened her mouth, and Jake expected she would say something about her mother, but she clamped her mouth shut and nodded. He decided to change the subject away from parents. āHowās Jeff?ā
She frowned then, and he wondered why the question would bother her. āJeff died eighteen years ago,ā she told him.
He stopped in his tracks. āI-Iām so sorry. What happened?ā
āCancer. We were going through fertility tests when they found it. He was gone two months later.ā
āMaddy, Iām so sorry.ā Sheād been a widow all this time?
She nodded her acceptance of his sympathy, and they continued their walk. āThanks. It was rough, but he made me promise Iād get my degree. He knew how much Iād wanted to go, and he made that possible.ā
Jake digested that. āI always thought youād changed your mind and didnāt want to go to school.ā
āNever! I cried for days each time mom told me I hadnāt been accepted.ā
āEach time? How many schools did you apply to?ā
āU of M, Eastern, and MSU, as well as several private schools. Actually, I was accepted at a few of them, but I couldnāt get any financial help, so I couldnāt afford it. Thatās why I went to Community College, and then commuted to Grand Valley.ā
He walked in silence for a few moments. What she said didnāt match with his memory of events, but he wasnāt about to argue. āWhy didnāt you tell me about any of this?ā
Her eyes narrowed. āI did. I wrote to you.ā
āI never got any letters from you.ā
āNever? I wrote almost every day. Mom said we couldnāt afford that much postage, so Iād put a weekās worth of letters in an envelope. I wrote for weeks before I finally gave up. ā
He ran his free hand through his hair. āI swear I never got those letters. If I had, I would have called you. I could have transferred or taken some time off until we could find a place to go together.ā
She pursed her lips together. Did she doubt his sincerity? āI guess it doesnāt matter now. We canāt change what happened, and eventually we both got what we wanted.ā
Maybe you did. I settled, and my poor wife knew it.
His Treasure
by Kathy Bosman
Since Bridget had told him it was over, heād turned into some kind of Cookie Monster with women. He chewed them and spat them out within weeks of their first date. Could it be something to do with the gnawing feeling of being not good enough? If Bridget didnāt want him, there must be something intrinsically wrong with him. Theyād grown so close in a space of a few months, and then sheād told him āenough.ā Her reasons still didnāt make sense. Heād bared his soul to the woman, but she didnāt seem to care.
Swallowing a sudden lump in his throat, he closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the tension release out of his clenched fists and jaw. He needed to forget her. Heād always been outgoing, had plenty of friends, been rather popular. Some quiet, studious, poetry-obsessed college student shouldnāt destroy his self-esteem so easily. Nope, she wouldnāt. Heād forget about her. He wouldnāt give her the joy of making him miserable.
āWhy did you think Iād help you, though?ā he couldnāt help asking Ebon. āYou know I donāt talk much nowadays.ā
āYouāre still a chick magnet despite often acting like a forty-year old with six kids and no time for fun.ā
He pursed his lips. He didnāt want to be a chick magnet anymore. Why did he have to be born with such good geneticsābroad shoulders, tall, good hair, flat abs, āsparkling blue eyesā as the girls would say, and a charming, dimpled smile?
For once, he wished he could be like Ebon, plain and ordinary, medium-height, skinny arms, bit of a paunch, ash-brown hair. He looked at his friend and punched him in the arm.
āHey, why did you wear that stupid golf shirt again?ā
Ebon picked up speed and glared at the traffic in his way. āYou donāt look any better in that stupid white T-shirt. What, you think youāre Adonis or something?ā
Dale laughed and his mood picked up as Ebon joined him in cackling.
They soon arrived outside a chapel which seemed to be teeming with life. Several women had gathered by the entrance, all young and hip-looking with their skinny jeans, sleeked hair, and shiny lipstick. He sighed inwardly. Maybe this wasnāt such a good idea, after all.
āToo many chicks,ā he muttered, but Ebon didnāt hear him. Instead, he headed for the entrance with a confident stride. The guy had suddenly grown in boldness. Heād hide behind Ebon, then.
He desperately tried to spot some male company in the crowd, but nothing. Maybe the guys were inside. How to weave through the crowd of girls? He saw a path and headed straight for it, for once not caring about introducing Ebon to everyone as he usually did. Once inside, he could breathe again and sucked in several calming breaths while looking for a place to sit. He found seating near the back. If Ebon complained, heād say it was to get a good vantage point to see all the women. The plastic seat wasnāt too comfortable and the buzz from the doorway made his heart-rate climb again, especially seeing that buzz heading inside. He tried to take in the traditional dĆ©cor of the chapel and imagine he lived in medieval times and had chosen to be a monk. A smile filled his face at the thought. His thirst for adventure wouldnāt make him a good monk, though. But the thought calmed him. Phew, he really had developed a dislike for girls.
The swarm came down the aisle and hovered around, giggling over their seat choices. One of the bees headed for the front and fiddled with the projector set-up. Fuzzy, dark-brown curls at the back of her head caught his eye and his palms grew sweaty. She looked a lot like Bridget. Great. Now the leader of the club was a Bridget look-a-like. Turning around, she scanned the room with all seriousness.
He blinked.
No-o-o!
Three Millionās A Crowd
by Leenna Naidoo
Before the reunion of Team Academia was complete, another car hurried down the drive and into the car park. Munro took a deep breath and steeled himself. This was Vivian, he knew. The car door took almost a minute to open, Munro imagining Vivian frantically searching for something sheād deemed vital and had forgotten. Or was she losing her nerve and on the verge of thumping the chauffeur on the back and screaming at him to, āDrive! Just drive!ā He held his breath. Sheād done that before, and Vivian was nothing if not predictable emotionally.
The door opened too fast, swung back alarmingly, and was pushed back again. She was still curvy, her skin that natural olive, looking respectable in her glasses as she stepped out in Capri cargoes, a cotton shirt, and hiking boots. Then she stumbled as a familiar backpack tumbled out behind her. She stuck her head back in the car, and emerged a few moments later with a shawl, closed the door, opened it, then slammed it shut again. She looked nervously around as the car pulled away, before hefting the backpack onto her shoulders, balancing precariously as she did so.
Munro breathed in, not realising heād been holding his breath, then shook his head. That Woman hadnāt changed a bit. His grin was pure wickedness. He wouldnāt have to create any drama, it still followed her around like a dog on a leash. All he would have to do was drag her along and make sure they were always in the Top Three. He glanced at the other four teams and the sixth teamās lone member ā a dumpy man with veldskoene boots who looked liked a miner. He could do it, he had to.
Iād only just arrived and my nerves were shot. Where was Munro? Already breaking out in a sweat, I walked along the burning beige walk towards the odd-shaped tower of Maropengās entrance. Iād never visited this museum and discovery centre celebrating palaeontology and astronomy. All the other contestants were standing in the shade of the entrance, making their faces hard to distinguish. I should have worn my sunglasses.
And there he stood, feet apart, arms crossed with his sun-bleached, tousled hair making it appear like heād just left the beach. Heād always made me feel safe and protected beforeāmy rock in a crazy, unpredictable world. Heād been the one whoād always caught me when I fell, the one person in the world whoād thought Iād been more than enough for him, whoād loved me just as Iād been, though Iād known I was far from perfect ācos everyone else told me so.
I couldnāt breathe. My stomach lurched and crashed like an alien trying to birth itself. I gulped in air as I met his smile and brilliant eyes with their hostile expression.
Who was I kidding? I had absolutely zero chance of winning Munro back, not after what Iād done. So why had he agreed to Audreyās suggestion, even welcomed it?
āYou made it,ā he said. āNo change of mind?ā
I cleared my dry throat and tried to unwind my hands from my shawl. āNo, of course not.ā My voice was a croak. I cleared my throat again. āHow are you?ā
āNever better.ā His eyes were as feral as his grin though his voice was as smooth as ever.
My stomach heaved. I couldnāt figure out if it was fear, lust, or nerves. I dropped my bag and ran off to the ladies, certain my breakfast wasnāt going to make it to the starting line.
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