 I believe in second chances. We can only learn by mistakes and failures. It allows us to make changes and improvements. I know I'm not perfect and I'm so thankful for all the second chances I've gotten in my life. What better reason for a second chance- than love?? Author Gia Stone has an amazing book- SUNSET ON US- that released today. It's all about second chances, both ones we deserve and ones that happen by chance. The heroine of her book- Cheyenne Ford, has done some amazing things as a music superstar. But the one thing that is important to her personally is trying to find a match for a sick child. Sadly, by doing the right thing, she becomes a target and is forced to confront her own past and poor choices. SUNSET ON US is an emotional read filled with good times, steamy romance, and even some sweet song lyrics. Out now... don't miss your chance to grab this amazing story for yourself. Blurb: Every song was about him, except one. Are broken promises worse than unspoken truths? Cheyenne Ford left the small-town life of Cut and Shoot, with no intention to return. Ever. The pieces of broken gravel that flicked from her tires were not the only things she ran over with her exit. Ten years later and still the sight of her bright red hair tore into Colt Clayburne’s soul. He was not going to let her leave him again. He wouldn’t be another song for her next album. Colt promised himself he wouldn’t tend to a broken heart again. Broken hearts can mend, but painful secrets are not the same as broken promises. SUNSET ON US is a second chance romance filled with a secretive past, broken hearts, and songs that made Cheyenne Ford a household name in the Country Music circuit. Fans of Tessa Bailey and Carly Phillips’ romances will love the emotional journey of Cheyenne Ford as she strives to do the right thing, even if it means walking away from the only thing she loved. EXCERPT: Jamison smiled at her. His firm grip on her small hand twirled her body in circles onto the floor. He always circled her at least twice before he pulled her back in close. His warm cologne was like home: chopped wood, bourbon, some light aftershave, bottled up into a clean scent that Cheyenne inhaled. Their boots scrapped over the scratched-up wooden floor as the alcohol eased through her veins like a zip wire of warmth. She was going to be okay. Jamison leaned down and breathed into her ear. “Give me one more chance. I just want to dance.” “Mind if I cut in?” A deep voice from a long, long time ago crept into Cheyenne’s other ear. Her eyes spread wide open, as if she was being woken from a bad dream. She was in the Broken Spoke, in a place she never wanted to return, but Jamison’s arms around her were too real. This was not a dream. The face from her past was not a faded memory that she had tried to forget. Jamison pulled Cheyenne in tighter. With his arms around her, she was no longer frozen. She stood up straight. Her breath had been sucked from her lungs. Her chest was constricted. Breathe. She was okay. Jamison was there and so was Colt Clayburn. Colt Clayburn. She hadn’t seen this man in eleven years. Eleven long years. Age hadn’t touched him. His skin was still full of his youthful Texas glow. His eyes were a warm honey brown that drizzled into her heart and further down to the hottest place between her thighs. “Colt.” “Still my name. Are you still going by Cheyenne? Or did that change too?” BUY LINKS: |
