Showing posts with label #secondchanceromance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #secondchanceromance. Show all posts

Sunday, March 7, 2021

Lucky in Love – You Bet! By Jan Scarbrough


When I was a young woman, I didn’t feel so lucky in love. I was head-over-heels in love with my first husband, the father of my children. You guessed it. The marriage didn’t last.

Fortunately for me, I was eventually lucky in love. My husband Bill and I have been married twenty-one years.

The years in between were hard: raising two children by myself, dealing with the ex, working a day job. However, I never gave up hope of finding true love.

That’s probably why I like to write second chance romances.

Second chance romance is a romance trope.


Sophie Pembroke in a blog called The Top 12 Most Powerful Tropes in Romance Novels listed it as one of the popular twelve.
• Friends to Lovers
• Forced Proximity
• Fake Relationship
• Enemies to Lovers
• Marriage of Convenience
• Accidental Pregnancy/Secret Baby/Suddenly Parents
• Second Chance Romance
• Best Friend’s Brother/Sister
• Workplace Romance
• Royalty, Sheikhs, Celebrities and Billionaires
• Amnesia/Mistaken Identity
• Runaway Brides, Best Men and Wedding Planners

She defined a trope like this: “Trope: (in a romantic novel) a plot, theme, device or character used so often that it has become a convention within the genre.”

There’s a debate about what constitutes a “second chance.” Is it when the same couple gets back together probably years later? Or could it be a person, who has lost her first partner, finds love again with a new one?

The idea behind my Bluegrass Reunion Series, for the most part, is about the same couple coming together again after a period of time. Sometimes I throw in a “secret baby” or a single mom—and of course, a horse or two.

In other books, my heroine will find her lucky in love partner with a new guy, someone she’s just met.


If you like second chance romances, you’re in luck! Today, I have a fun surprise to share with you...


I’ve teamed up with 50+ fantastic authors to give away a huge collection of Second Chance Contemporary Romance novels to 2 lucky winners! 
The Grand Prize winner gets a BRAND NEW eReader!

You can win my novel DARBY: Ghost Mountain Ranch, plus books from authors like Shirleen Davies and Piper Rayne.
 


Enter the giveaway by until March 10 by clicking here bit.ly/SecondChanceRom-Mar21
 
Good luck and enjoy!

 

Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Steamy Summer Days with @MaddieJames #LastChanceBeach

I've been a water girl since I was a kid. I remember learning how to navigate a boat dock in my very early years--you know, how to balance getting into the boat without slipping between dock and boat and into the water. My sister and I would fish for bluegill, laying on our bellies on the dock to pull them up, look at their pretty scales, and then release them. We also learned to fish off the banks and "creek fish" if that is such a term. This was all stuff we did with my dad.

Family fishing - Depositphotos_223819174
When I turned fifteen, dad asked if I intended to keep fishing with him now that I was older. I hadn't thought that I wouldn't--but I think he saw the signs of boys taking up more of my time, and wondered if fishing would go by the wayside. He said, "Well, I'm going to have to buy a license for you when you turn 16." Turns out he didn't have to buy that license and our fishing days pretty much ended.

Sometimes I regret that--but when you're fifteen, life is different.

My mom was the beach bunny. She'd pack us up, haul us to a nearby beach where she'd meet her friends, and we kids would all play in the lake and sand all day, under the watchful eyes of the moms. Sand in our swimsuit bottoms. Water up our noses. Sunburns on our shoulders.

We loved it.

When I was in the eighth grade, the Army Corp of Engineers built a dam about five miles from where we lived, which created a huge lake and recreational area. The beach went in the next year and back then, we all boasted that it was the largest inland beach in the state of Ohio. It still could be, I don't know. That was over 40 years ago.

But throughout high school in the summer, we were there. Every day. So was my mom, most days, but no longer were we under her watchful eye--my sister and I were somewhere else trying to catch the eyes of the lifeguards. Those were steamy, fun-filled, lazy, and unforgettable summer days. I treasure the memories. Mostly I wish that I could still fit in my bikini--sort of. 

College came and went. So did marriages and divorces. And babies, and later on grandbabies. Beaches, however, were a constant. As I shared in this post on Gems, I passed the love of water--and the beach--on to my progeny. While my kids and I spent our share of time at the lake--my parents had bought a lake house by then--I also introduced them to the ocean. After 20+ years of ocean beach vacations, when any of us say we are "heading to the beach" we know exactly the one we are talking about.

So, all that said, how could I say no to the opportunity to contribute to a box set called Last Chance Beach: Summer's End? Well, I couldn't. I'm super excited to share that my story, That One Summer, will be included in the #romancegems Last Chance Beach box set releasing in early August. Here's the blurb for the story and officially, my cover reveal! 

THAT ONE SUMMER

Twenty years ago, Lia Langston left Last Chance Beach, leaving behind friends, a really good job offer, and the young man she’d fallen in love with that summer. The breakup hurt them both—but she was expected back home in Chicago where a job was waiting. From there, she meandered through life—marriage, a child, divorce, career—yet, there was one constant. She never missed the annual week at Last Chance Beach with her college girlfriends.

Same week, same beach house, same beach town. The routine was safe and predictable. By the time beach week rolled around every year, she was more than ready.

Except for this year.

When Zach Allen—the young man she left behind—steps back into her life, she must face the twenty-year-old consequences of her leaving. Will Last Chance Beach allow her a second chance at love?

WON'T YOU JOIN US AT LAST CHANCE BEACH?

Read about the legend of Last Chance Beach written by Joan Reeves here, and get a full description of the box set by visiting Jan Scarbrough's post last week. 

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And...while I have you, I'll also share that I have a Sweet to Heat Summer Romance Reads box set on sale right now at all ebook retailers. Grab your set for 99cents by the end of August. Don't let the steamy summer days go by without binge reading this set! 


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And don't forget our July Rafflecopter! You don't want to pass up a chance to win an Amazon gift card, right?


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Friday, February 7, 2020

Second Chances at Love by Jan Scarbrough #RomanceGems


Most of my books are about second chances from a non-traditional Gothic novel like Tangled Memories to my upcoming release Ghost Mountain Ranch: Darby. My characters make the most of their second chances.

Second chance at love is a popular romance trope. An article in the reedsyblog defines “trope.”

Tropes are plot devices, characters, images, or themes that are incorporated so frequently in a genre that they’re seen as conventional…. At their core, tropes are really just things that are familiar. And people enjoy the familiar.

In my Bluegrass Reunion stories, my heroes and heroines have another opportunity to make things right for themselves and learn to love again.
  
Kentucky Cowboy—She dumped him in high school, because he was a risk-taker.
Kentucky Woman—She loved him when she was a teenager, but they never connected.
Kentucky Flame—She had his baby, but he left not knowing the truth.
Kentucky Bride—She rejected him once, but he’s willing to try again.
Kentucky Rain—She’s divorced and moves next door to handsome guy from high school.

Kentucky Blue Bloods—She dumped him, and he wants revenge. 

As the old saying goes, Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Human beings have a huge capacity to learn from mistakes. Maybe that’s why this trope resonates with me. I’ve made mistakes. I’ve also fixed my screw-ups, tried again, and made things better for myself. I’ve grown up. I’ve matured.

This year I celebrate my twentieth year of marriage to my second chance Bill. Thank you, Bill, for putting up with me for twenty plus years. I hope you’ve enjoyed the ride. 



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Saturday, June 15, 2019

Bluegrass Homecoming Series on #KindleUnlimited by Jan Scarbrough


Sometimes books take many paths to publication.

I wrote the novel Secrets a few years ago, choosing to explore a romance about a woman caught between the past and her desire to create a new life for herself. I wanted to submit the manuscript to a traditional publisher, but was advised at the time by another author that this publisher did not like forty-year-old heroines. Huh? So, I wrote the book anyway, and I titled it A Father at Last. A small press published it. Well, I do read my reviews, and when one reader said the title gave too much away, I changed it to Secrets.

Flash forward. The small press went out of business. I got my rights back. However, I wasn’t ready to release Secrets. I’ve learned books do better in a series. So, I decided to make Secrets part of a series called BluegrassHomecoming to explore my favorite theme of second chances.

But Secrets, the original, takes place in Indiana. I changed its setting to Kentucky. Then I figured I needed a lead-in story. I wrote the love story of baby boomers Howie and Grace. Ta-da! The Prequel was born. Their granddaughter Colleen takes center stage in the third book, Nom de Plume.


And you know what is so ironic? Since the time several ago when I wanted to write about a forty-something heroine, seasoned romance has come into wider acceptance.

What about you? Will you read a romance about an older heroine?

The three-book BluegrassHomecoming is now on Kindle Unlimited. Check them out!

Don't forget to enter our June Giveaway.

To enter our June Giveaway, visit our Monthly Giveaway Page. 


Friday, March 15, 2019

Wearin' the Green @kathleenlawless #romancegems


       
My family originally hailed from Ireland in the 1880’s.  They landed on the east coast of Canada and eventually migrated as far west as they could go.  I guess the ocean was in their blood, as it is in mine.  Dad is turning ninety this year, and years ago started a tradition of buying me a card each year to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day.  As you can see, I have amassed quite a collection, which I proudly display each year.  I get a little emotional when I think, one year, there will no longer be a card in the mail from him.


Dad was always a big fan of my writing and Callie’s Honor is his favorite of my stories.  He doesn’t really know what Bookbub is, but he was excited to hear they will be featuring his favorite book on sale for .99 the day before St. Patrick’s Day.  Sounds like a good omen, wouldn’t you say?  Here’s an excerpt.

Rafe angled Callie's chair around till they faced each other
and he had one knee on either side of her. "You don't
trust me, Callie. Now just why exactly is that?"
Callie averted her gaze.
   His free hand snaked between them. Thumb and
fore- finger pinched her chin, turning her face back around to
his. "I expect an honest answer now."
Eyes steely, chin thrust forward, Callie met his gaze.
Her skin burned every place Rafe held her; "I don't trust
any man."
She expected him to release her like a hot rock.
Instead, he took his time about it. Slowly his fingers
uncurled from around her wrist. Slower yet the fingers
imprisoning her face gentled, till their touch bordered on
a caress. "Why's that?"
     Feeling her hands tremble slightly, she knotted them
in her lap, away from his gaze. "Never met a man yet who
gave me any reason to trust him. Including my pa and my
older brother."
     "I see." Rafe sat back in his chair and crossed his arms
over his chest. "In that case, apology accepted." He
extended his right hand toward her, leaving Callie little
choice but to slide her hand inside his. She was conscious
of the warmth of his skin, the callused, leathery feel of his
palm and fingertips. The sensations chased clear up her
arm in the most unsettling of ways.
He didn't let her go right away. Instead, he raised her
hand to his lips and pressed a kiss on the spot where he'd
removed the sliver. Then he did something that caught
Callie totally off guard. He guided her wounded thumb
slowly to outline the contour of his lips, bottom and top.   
 Callie felt as if melted wax spilled through her limbs in
a heated rush. Opening his lips, he pulled
her thumb just inside the hot moist cavity of his mouth and
gave a slow gentle suck that she felt clear down to her toes.
"Since you don't trust me, anyway," Rafe said, his
breath touching her forehead like steam rising from hot
water. "I guess it won't make much difference if I kiss
you."
"Don't." The word barely escaped from the tightened
muscles of her throat.
With one finger beneath her chin he tilted her face up
toward his. "Any woman smells this good, she needs kissing
if only as a thank you from the lucky man close
enough to notice. "
Callie trembled clear down inside her boots as he lowered
his head to hers.




In the meantime, I am working hard on a new American Historical Romance series, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.  Hot off the press is the prequel, Before The Brides, free when you sign up for my reader list to receive alerts about fan pricing, new releases, and free promos.  http://eepurl.com/bV0sb1

If you’re already on my list, don’t worry, you will receive an alert telling you how to download your very own copy.





In the meantime, don’t forget to enter our Luck O the Irish draw for your chance at some really great prizes.  Have a Happy St. Patrick’s Day, and may your beer be as green as the money in your pocket.