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<\/a><\/strong>Blurb:\n<\/strong>Second Chance in Desire Me Again<\/strong><\/em><\/a>
\nSandy 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\u2019t give up on her. On them. Or will<\/em> he, once she tells him about her past?<\/p>\n
Buy link: Sandy looked up and up, into the richest, deepest brown eyes she\u2019d ever known. They affected her just as they had since she was fifteen, sending tingles and warmth all through her. Fifteen had been fifteen years ago, but two lifetimes. When she first fell in love with Thomas Pritchard she\u2019d enjoyed an age of innocence she barely remembered, but one he brought home now with just one look, one smile.<\/p>\n \u201cTom. Gosh, it\u2019s so good to see you.\u201d Sandy didn\u2019t really mean that, but it was the polite thing to say. In reality, she\u2019d hoped she could slip into town, take care of her dad\u2019s estate and pack up her mother\u2019s things for the move back to Idaho without meeting anyone from her former life.<\/p>\n Still, of everyone she hadn\u2019t wanted to run into, Tom Pritchard. Her stupid heart skipped a beat. It was hard seeing him, remembering him. Remembering herself.<\/p>\n \u201cYou, too. I could hardly believe it was you. What\u2019s it been? Since graduation?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, I think so. Hard to believe, huh?\u201d So hard to believe she\u2019d ever been that happy, na\u00efve girl who\u2019d graduated top in their 300-student class and skipped off to college in Florida, thinking life would always be so free and simple.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is hard to believe.\u201d Tom\u2019s eyes studied her face. He hadn\u2019t looked at her as so many men had for years, that up and down leer, like a hungry lion scoping out where he planned to start eating the gazelle. No, his gaze sought out her depths, her secrets.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you back in town for a while?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d she said, subtly moving the grocery cart between them. It served as a shield from his examination and also as a layer of protection. The years had taught her that men\u2014all men, even those who seemed friendly and safe\u2014were not to be trusted.<\/p>\n \u201cDad died last year\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI remember. I\u2019m really sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThanks. Mom isn\u2019t really able to stay alone anymore, and she\u2019s agreed to move closer to me. I came ho\u2014back to move her.\u201d She\u2019d almost said that she\u2019d come home. Whitley, North Carolina hadn\u2019t been home for a very long time. Sometimes life here seemed like a dream.<\/p>\n \u201cAh. I\u2019m going to miss your mom. Not that I saw her all that often.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe told me that you would come by every now and again to see if she needed anything. That was nice. She appreciated it, and so do I.\u201d<\/p>\n Tom shrugged. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t anything.\u201d He looked into her cart. \u201cYou don\u2019t have anything that needs to be refrigerated\u201d\u2014he held up his handbasket\u2014\u201cand neither do I. Want to grab a cup of coffee and catch up? The Whitley Diner is just a couple of doors down and has the best coffee in town. My treat.\u201d He smiled. Sandy had to grab a breath at the sight.<\/p>\n \u201cI really can\u2019t,\u201d she said. \u201cI told Mom I\u2019d be home for lunch. But thanks. Let\u2019s get together before I leave.\u201d<\/p>\n Holding her hand up in the way country people have of saying hello or goodbye, she spun around and headed for the checkout. She hadn\u2019t finished shopping, but she\u2019d come back later. Or maybe she\u2019d head to the Piggly Wiggly over in Petersburg, a few towns over, in order to avoid running into Tom again. Or anyone she knew from her previous life.<\/p>\n Whitley had grown to a town of over forty thousand. How could she have met up with someone she knew in the first week she\u2019d been back? And Tom, of all people.<\/p>\n Getting her mother packed and on the road to Idaho couldn\u2019t happen soon enough<\/p>\n Author Dee S. Knight: After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. 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\n<\/strong>\u201cSandy Henderson, as I live and breathe. Can that be you?\u201d<\/p>\n![\"Second](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/SecondChance.jpg?resize=840%2C420&ssl=1\")
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\n<\/strong>A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.<\/p>\n