Publisher: Harlequin
Publication Date: July 2020
She could use a shoulder to lean on…
“We’ll get through this. I promise.”
“We’ll get through this. I promise.”
Facing the fight of her life after a cancer diagnosis, widow
Roz Martin is forced to ask her estranged brother-in-law to help care for her
children. Being there for his nieces and nephew is a no-brainer for gym owner
Paul Stephens. But being there for the woman who’d betrayed him by marrying his
half brother is hard. Especially when he discovers the feelings he once had for
Roz never died…
Author bio: Kathy Douglass
came by her love of reading naturally - both of her parents were readers. She
would finish one book and pick up another. Then she attended law school and
traded romances for legal opinions.
After the birth of her two children, her love of reading turned into a love of writing. Kathy now spends her days writing the small town contemporary novels she enjoys reading.
Kathy loves to hear from her readers and can be found on Facebook.
After the birth of her two children, her love of reading turned into a love of writing. Kathy now spends her days writing the small town contemporary novels she enjoys reading.
Kathy loves to hear from her readers and can be found on Facebook.
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Excerpt, THE SINGLE MOM’S SECOND CHANCE by Kathy Douglass
Paul drummed his fingers on his desktop. “Do you want to get
to the reason you barged into my office today? I’m sure it wasn’t just to look
at me.”
Roz’s face grew hot as she struggled to keep from staring at
him. As a teenager, he’d been dedicated to clean living and his body had
reflected that. The years had been very good to him. He was six feet two inches
of lean muscle. His brown skin glowed with good health, and his face was beyond
hand-some, even with his eyes narrowed with irritation.
She took a breath but the word cancer clogged her throat,
leaving her unable to speak. To her horror, her eyes filled with tears and her
vision blurred. Blinking back the moisture, she forced herself to talk. “I need
your help.”
“With what? Not that it matters. The answer is no. We don’t
have that type of relationship. Remember? If you’d thought it through, you
could have saved yourself the trouble and me the time and aggravation.”
“Are you still holding what happened when we were kids
against me?”
“No. But I’m not willing to pretend that we’re friends
either. And since Terrence has died, we are no longer family.” He made air
quotes with his hands making it clear he’d never accepted her as part of the
family.
“Do you consider my kids your nephew and nieces? Are they
still your family? Do you still love them?”
“Of course I love them. What do they have to do with this
favor of yours?”
“Everything. If not for them I wouldn’t be interrupting your
workday.” The annoyed look on his face indicated that her time was coming to an
end. Since there was no easy way to say it and she doubted the word would
affect him the way it affected her, she just blurted it out. “I have cervical
cancer.”
He blinked and jerked as if she’d given him an electric
shock. “What?”
“You heard me.” She couldn’t say it again. Her voice wobbled
and one of the tears she’d tried so hard to hold back escaped and then slid
down her face. She brushed it away, hoping he hadn’t seen it. She didn’t want
Paul to see her cry. He might accuse her of using her tears as a weapon, and
she wasn’t pre-pared for that battle.
His mouth moved but no sound emerged. She could relate.
She’d been floored when her doctor had delivered the news. Though she’d been
sitting down, her knees had shaken like Jell-O in an earth-quake. Even now, it
was a struggle to stand. But she couldn’t worry about his state of mind. She
needed to get to the point of this meeting. “I’m going to be undergoing
chemotherapy and having surgery soon.”
When he simply stared at her, his face devoid of all
expression, she continued. “I won’t be able to take care of my kids. I have
friends who will help me but that won’t be enough. I’m going to need live-in
help. Hiring someone is out of the question. I don’t want my kids to have to
adjust to a stranger in the house in addition to dealing with my illness. If there
were someone else I could go to for help, I would. But there isn’t. Your mother
offered to postpone their cruise again, but I can’t ask them to do that. Your
father needs to get away from here in order to move past his grief and start
living again. So I need someone—you—to come to Sweet Briar.”
Paul’s head was swimming and he fought against a sudden wave
of dizziness. Cancer. Roz had cancer. The word echoed in his brain, then
slammed repeatedly against his skull. It didn’t make sense. How could she be so
sick?
She looked fine. She’d always been slender, with small
breasts, a tiny waist and slim hips, but, upon closer examination, she did
appear a little thinner than she’d been at Terrence’s funeral last year. Her
white top was a bit loose and she kept adjusting the strap, preventing it from
slipping off her shoulder. Although her face was as beautiful as ever, the
spark in her eyes had been replaced by fear and her brown skin looked dull. Her
lips trembled as she tried to smile. Apparently, her mouth refused to
cooperate, and after a moment, she gave up the attempt.
“I know it will be inconvenient for you, but you’re my only
hope. I’m determined to get well fast, so you shouldn’t have to stay for long.
And Nathaniel is old enough to help with Megan and Suzanne.”
It took a minute for her rapidly spoken words to register.
Was she still trying to convince him? Was she that uncertain that she could
rely on him? “Of course I’ll come. Whatever you need.”
Her body sagged in relief. “Thank you.”
“Did you think I’d say no?”
“To be honest, I wasn’t sure. I’d hoped you’d say yes but I
came prepared to be turned down.”
Considering that he’d initially said no before knowing what
she needed, there was nothing he could say in his defense. “When did you get
your diagnosis?”
“A week ago.”
A week? And she hadn’t said anything to him? “Why didn’t you
tell me sooner?”
Her eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? We haven’t spoken a
civil word to each other in years unless there was someone else around. As you
just pointed out, we’re neither family nor friends.”
The words sounded so much crueler now. He’d been
unnecessarily harsh. Shame battered him, leaving him speechless.
“My oncologist is working on a treatment plan. He’ll have it
together by Friday, with dates and schedules. I’ll check with you before I
confirm any-thing with him, to make sure you’re available first.”
“You don’t have to do that. I’ll be there whenever you need
me to be.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
Author bio:
Kathy Douglass
came by her love of reading naturally - both of her parents were readers. She
would finish one book and pick up another. Then she attended law school and
traded romances for legal opinions.
After the birth of her two children, her love of reading turned into a love of writing. Kathy now spends her days writing the small town contemporary novels she enjoys reading.
Kathy loves to hear from her readers and can be found on Facebook.
After the birth of her two children, her love of reading turned into a love of writing. Kathy now spends her days writing the small town contemporary novels she enjoys reading.
Kathy loves to hear from her readers and can be found on Facebook.
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