Book 1 in the Promise Cove Series
She’s a middle-aged rule follower. But there aren’t any rules for a dead husband with secrets, a new life in the wilderness, or a second chance at love.
Kelly Richards spent her life doing the right things: teacher, wife, mother, community volunteer. But life is changing. Her children are leaving home, her husband died, and her grandmother has left her property in the middle of Montana wilderness. She’s determined to sell the place quickly but life has other plans: old friends, a forgotten passion, and a lost love.
Ryan Svoboda has finally achieved peace after a grueling career in the New York City police force. He creates sought-after art and lives peacefully in a small mountain cabin. He’s never forgotten the young woman he’d once cared deeply about, but was too shy to ask out.
When she’s forced to return to the tiny town of Promise Cove, a chance encounter with a first love sends her reeling.
Spending time with Ryan renews Kelly’s feelings for him, but her life is in California. She needs to return to her duties. Besides, Montana is full of trees, wild animals, and winter blizzards.
Seeing Kelly makes Ryan realize he’s always been missing a piece from his life, but he refuses to leave Montana, even for the woman he loves.
When a blazing forest fire threatens the small town, Kelly has to face her fears of the unknown. Will she run back to the security of the rule book? Or give herself a second chance at happiness and love?
Return to Promise Cove is the first a later-in-life contemporary romance series set in a small town of artists on a northwestern Montana lake. Curl up in your favorite beach or armchair and enjoy this feel-good romance.
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Books in the Promise Cove Romance Series
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A blue Ford Explorer was parked next to the house. Good thing she had locked up. She pulled in next to it, grabbed her parcels and headed around the building to the front door that looked out over the flower garden. While she couldn’t see anyone, she could hear the bangs of someone hammering out of sight.
Should she call 911? Was there anyone to help besides the man who’d been in the store?
She looked around for something solid. By the time someone got here, the person would be gone. This was rough and tough Montana. It was up to her to defend her property.
And she was so ill-suited to the task, she had to stifle a laugh as she searched through the kitchen drawers. Finally, armed with a rolling pin, she marched out the front door and stalked in the direction of the noise.
A tall, sturdily built man stood by one of the cabins, hammering a board beside a window. As she drew closer, walking as stealthily as she could, he seemed to tense slightly, then relax.
“I know you’re there,” he called out. “Wait a moment while I get this last nail in.”
How did he know? She’d been quiet.
Finally, he turned, his hammer still in his hand. In a good fight she’d last ten seconds. But she gripped her rolling pin more firmly in her hand.
He looked down at his hammer. With a smile he said, “How about we both put down our weapons and introduce ourselves.”
Suddenly, she felt foolish. Quickly, she placed her implement on a nearby bench.
He put his hammer on the ground, raised his hands so she could see they were empty, then walked toward her, his dark brown eyes taking her measure, like he was trying to determine if she was friend or foe.
About her age, maybe a little older. His brown hair was shaggy, as if he cut it himself, and his face held decades of experience, not all of it good. There was something about him she recognized, although she didn’t know what. His movements were easy, far more natural than John’s had ever been.
“You must be Kelly Richards,” he said, holding out his hand. “Bruce told me you were here. I’m Ryan Svoboda.”
She took his hand as he said his name and everything clicked into place.
Ryan, the boy she’d crushed on when she was a young teenager, the one who’d given her her first kiss.
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