{"id":3056,"date":"2020-11-10T21:01:17","date_gmt":"2020-11-11T05:01:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=3056"},"modified":"2020-11-08T22:52:00","modified_gmt":"2020-11-09T06:52:00","slug":"anthology-second-chances","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2020\/11\/10\/anthology-second-chances\/","title":{"rendered":"Please! Desire Me Again… Anthology of second chances"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Desire<\/a>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\u2019ve lost true-love. Sometimes genuine love deserves a second-chance at the happy ending that eluded them the first time.<\/p>\n

Desire Me Again is an eclectic assortment of short stories exploring a second-chance at love. The collection is as diverse as the authors who wrote them. Here\u2019s a chance to read the work of talented writers you may not have read before. Within these pages, there are blends of tender, often moving and thought-provoking stories.<\/p>\n

Featuring: Annabel Allan, Patricia Elliott, R.M. Olivia, Carol Schoenig, Virginia Wallace, Gibby Campbell, Dee S. Knight, Alice Renaud, Jan Selbourne, Zia Westfield<\/p>\n

\"MFRWSecond Chance blurb:<\/p>\n

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\u2019t give up on her. On them. Or will<\/em> he, once she tells him about her past?<\/p>\n

Buy link:<\/strong>
\nAmazon US https:\/\/amzn.to\/34NstC7<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Second<\/a>Second Chance Excerpt:
\n<\/strong>Cafeterias are big deals in the South–or they used to be. Going out to a good cafeteria was always a treat to my aunts and grandmother.<\/p>\n

\u201cTom,\u201d Mrs. Henderson exclaimed. Like everyone he knew in their town, she stretched the one-syllable word into two. Tah-um.<\/em> Until he\u2019d joined the Corps he didn\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n

Glancing over her shoulder, Tom saw Sandy stick her head around the kitchen wall. \u201cHey,\u201d he called out to her. Then concentrating on her mother, he held out a bouquet. \u201cThese are for you, Mrs. Henderson.\u201d<\/p>\n

She flushed like a schoolgirl when she took the flowers. \u201cHow did you know that tulips are my favorite?\u201d<\/p>\n

He hadn\u2019t.\u00a0 He\u2019d 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.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust a guess,\u201d he answered.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome in, come in,\u201d Mrs. Henderson backed up and held the door wide.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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\u2019d 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.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know I said we should try to get together before I leave, but I didn\u2019t actually mean tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry to barge in, but I wanted to ask you to dinner tomorrow night.\u201d Before Sandy could form \u201cNo, thank you,\u201d<\/em> as her lips where shaping up to do, he interjected, \u201cAnd your mom, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her mother\u2019s eyes widened and she slapped the hand holding the tulips to her chest. \u201cOh, my! Sandra, we have a beau!\u201d<\/p>\n

Sandy smiled. Then she turned to him. \u201cI don\u2019t know. We have so much to do here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSandra, please. It will be so much fun. I haven\u2019t had dinner out since your father last took me, and that\u2019s been\u2026at least three years.\u201d She turned to Tom. \u201cCould we go to that cafeteria up on the highway?\u201d<\/p>\n

Tom laughed. \u201cWe can go anywhere you want.\u201d<\/p>\n

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. \u201cIf 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?\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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