Spotlight & Giveaway: Second Chance Dad by Joan Kilby

Posted September 14th, 2022 by in Blog, Spotlight / 24 comments

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Joan Kilby to HJ!

Hi Joan and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Second Chance Dad!


To start off, can you please tell us a little bit about this book?:

SECOND CHANCE DAD is a sweet, second chance-at-romance story. Widowed single mom, Sarah, has mixed feelings when her high school sweetheart, Daniel Hunter, returns to their small town after a lengthy absence and hires her to manage his new eco-resort. To put it mildly, their relationship, past and present, is complicated! After Daniel left to pursue a pro football career, Sarah, angry and lonely, married his brother at a low point in her life. When her husband proved unable to father a child, Daniel donated sperm. A year after Sarah’s son was born, her husband tragically died fighting a forest fire. Now Daniel’s back, Sarah is free, and long buried feelings between her and Daniel resurface. But with all their baggage, both are wary of getting involved again. Will he stay this time? Will she let him be a real father to his biological son? Can they even work together, let alone find their way to becoming the family they both secretly dream of?

Please share your favorite lines or quote(s) from this book:

“What I feel for you is real love, man to woman. Not friendship, or father-of-your-son love—although I feel those, too.” Daniel’s blue eyes were brilliant and impassioned. “True love. It’s what I have to give, and what I want from you in return.”


What inspired this book?

The theme of log homes runs through all three books in my Sweetheart, Montana series. I love the warmth and beauty, and the use of natural materials. For Daniel’s eco-resort, I’ve basically created my personal ideal holiday getaway. Lots of activities like hiking, boating, and swimming, and when I want to be lazy, a great room with a big fireplace and massive comfy furniture. There’s also a cozy, well-stocked library, and a games room for the evening or when it’s raining. A top-notch restaurant with fabulous food. Luxurious bedrooms with a rustic feel but all the modern conveniences. And it’s all environmentally sustainable so staying there is a guilt-free indulgence!


How did you ‘get to know’ your main characters? Did they ever surprise you?

Sarah first appeared in SAY I DO as a close friend and co-worker of Brianna, the heroine of that book. As a single mom Sarah is hard-working, independent, and fiercely protective of her little boy. I got to know her by putting her into situations, such as when Daniel, her son’s biological father, returns to town after years away and offers to pay child support. She’s just lost her job and part of me was thinking, don’t be stupid, girl, take the money. Instead, Sarah refuses. Her independence was hard-earned and, not knowing what Daniel’s after, but aware she still has feelings for him, she’s wary of letting him into her and her son’s life.

Daniel is a professional athlete dealing with retirement in his mid-thirties. He’s not only challenging himself by starting a business, but he must somehow counteract Sarah’s image of him as a womanizer and a party guy who’s ‘here for a good time, not a long time’ and prove to her he can be a good husband and father. I got to know him by putting him in situations where he’s forced to explain his past behavior to Sarah. He turned out to be a lot more vulnerable than I’d expected, and for reasons I hadn’t thought of initially.


What was your favorite scene to write?

It’s hard to choose a favorite scene! I’ve condensed a couple of snippets from one scene for brevity where Sarah and Jeffy, her three-year-old, have just joined Daniel at the Cherry Pit diner.

“My daddy was a fireman,” Jeffy said, arranging dog figurines in his Paw Patrol dinosaur rescue vehicle he’d placed before him on the table.
“I know,” Daniel replied. “Len was my brother.”
“He rescued dinosaurs,” Jeffy added gravely.
“Did he now? That was very brave of him.” Daniel sent Sarah an amused glance.
Sarah smiled back, filled with a complicated mixture of love, loss, and pride. Daniel’s hair was still damp from his impromptu dive into the lake to recover the Paw Patrol vehicle after Jeffy had accidentally driven it off the end of the pier. Len and Daniel were equal heroes in her son’s eyes. But it was a little awkward to talk about her late husband with his brother – her high school sweetheart. Awkward and painful.
After the waitress had taken their order, Daniel leaned back in the booth and gazed around at the retro diner. “This place hasn’t changed a bit. Do you remember when you and I used to come here back in high school? Our very first date was the day our team won against Kalispell, forty-eight to twenty-six.”
“I’m amazed you remember those details,” Sarah said.
“I remember the important things,” he said.
“Like football scores.” She gave him a dry smile.
He leaned forward over the table. “You wore a nubby sweater in shades of green and gold.”
“Okay, now I am impressed. My grandma knit me that sweater from variegated yarn.”
“I don’t know what the yarn is called, I only remember that the color matched your eyes.” His gaze met hers and held.
For one suspended second, she was sixteen again, a cheerleader crushing hard on the captain of the football team. That he’d seemed just as smitten had sent her into delirious daydreams of a future together. A log house on the lake, a couple of kids…
Abruptly, Daniel broke the eye lock and sat up straighter. “So,” he said briskly. “I’ve reviewed the applications for general manager.”
“Yes?” She straightened, too. They’d met to talk about the job, not to reminisce about their high school dating days. Managing his eco-resort was an amazing opportunity, bigger than anything she’d done before. She needed to grab it with both hands. But even talking business, his turquoise-blue eyes were as dazzling as sunlight on water. How on earth was she going to concentrate on work with this guy around?


What was the most difficult scene to write?

This snippet is from the leadup to the black moment. It was hard to write because I had to dig deep into the emotional conflict without making them seem like horrible people. You’ll have to read the whole scene in the book to see if I succeeded!

“Marry me, Sarah. Let’s be a family,” Daniel said, placing his hand on hers. Behind him, the log fire crackled with a warm glow.
She searched his gaze for the love she yearned for. Instead, what she saw was guarded affection and determination. So much for her fantasy about him taking her in his arms and sweeping her off her feet. Gently, she pushed his hand away. “Is this about me, or Jeff?”
“It’s about both of you,” he said. “Marrying makes so much sense, for Jeff, for us, for our parents—heck, even for the eco-resort.”
“Marriage is about love, not being rational.” She gave a short, painful laugh at his dispassionate proposal. Even after all these years, he still didn’t get it.
“You’ve already turned me down once, you keep your distance… So I assume you don’t… care for me in that way.” His voice was tight and controlled, his eyes now even more reserved. “But I believe we could make it work if you give us a chance.”
“You want to be a father to Jeff and that’s wonderful,” she said. “He adores you and needs you in his life. But I’m not going to marry you just to give my son a dad no matter how much I want to make him happy. I can’t marry if there’s no love.”
“I do love you,” Daniel protested. “I tried to stop your wedding! What more proof do you want?”
“You never said you loved me. You only told me I was making a mistake marrying Len!” Sarah cried. “How could I believe you wanted me when you hadn’t contacted me for years, even before I was with Len? How much was stopping the wedding about your feelings for me, and how much was it about you not wanting your brother to have me?”
The flicker in his eyes told her the accusation had hit home. The knowledge pierced her like an arrow. She hadn’t really believed it. Daniel wasn’t like that. Except he was, and now they both knew it.


Would you say this book showcases your writing style or is it a departure for you?

SECOND CHANCE DAD is very much my usual style – realistic characters, an emotional story told with a light touch, well-developed secondary characters, and a strong feeling for setting.


What do you want people to take away from reading this book?

That true love can be revived even after a couple have been apart for a long time and maybe hurt each other, even if unintentionally. But it takes a willingness to open up and be vulnerable, and to honestly explore their emotions. If they can overcome the barriers that broke them up in the first place, as a reader I feel confident they’ll stay together, and for me, that makes for a really satisfying romance.


What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned?

I’m currently preparing for self-publication a Harlequin Superromance for which I regained copyright. It needs a bit of updating but the story is still very contemporary and much in the style of my Tule books. I’m giving it a new cover, and a bit of a polish. Pub date TBA.


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Excerpt from Second Chance Dad:

“Hi, Mom, are you up?” Sarah Hunter called as she entered her mother’s house on the outskirts of Sweetheart. It was a half hour before she usually dropped off her three-year-old, Jeffy, but she wanted to get to work early. It was going to be a big day.
Milo, her mother’s French bulldog, tore down the hall to greet them and then raced back the other way, barking excitedly. Jeffy took off after him. “Milo, here, boy.”
“I’m up.” Heather Mills came out of the kitchen in a quilted blue dressing gown and slippers and scooped her grandson up in her arms, tousling his fine brown hair. “Goodness, you’re getting tall.”
“I got a truck.” Jeffy thrust his toy at his grandma for her to see.
“Thanks for taking him early.” Sarah left Jeffy’s stroller on the porch and carried in bags containing a change of clothes, a snack, and a few of his favorite toys.
“No problem.” Her mom set Jeffy back on the floor and smoothed out her silver bob. “Have you heard yet?”
“The mayor is going to call me this morning,” Sarah said. “I’ll have to go down to the council offices and sign a new contract, then make a few calls to let people know. Do a little happy dance.” Arms raised, she gyrated on the spot.
“Congratulations in advance.” Her mother hugged her, smiling, too.
“Thanks,” Sarah said. “I know I shouldn’t count my chickens, but I can’t help it.”
She’d been acting tourism director for the past six months ever since Brianna, the previous director, left to start her own IT consultancy and run for a seat on the local council. Now that Brianna had moved on, no one in Sweetheart was more qualified or experienced than Sarah at the job. She’d helped Brianna set up the tourist information center and together they’d organized the first ever cherry blossom festival.
The past two years since her late husband Len had died had been tough, both emotionally and financially, but she was holding her own. Once her new position was official, she could start making definite plans—renovate her bathroom, replace her aging car, maybe take a short vacation.
“I ran into Daniel the other day when I was walking Milo,” Heather said casually, referring to Len’s brother. “He was at the high school, watching the football team practice.”
“I would have thought he’d be too busy at the eco-resort for things like that.” Sarah ruthlessly suppressed the spark of interest she felt at any mention of Daniel. Back when they’d dated in high school, she’d been so sure that he was the one, but he’d left right after graduation to play pro football without a backward glance. Sure, he’d tried to get her back years later, but he’d left it until the eve of her wedding to his brother, Len, to tell her she was making a mistake! What kind of fool did he take her for?
Now Daniel had come home to Sweetheart and had bought an eco-resort on Flathead Lake. The whole town was abuzz with news of the local hero. Well, not her.
“We had a nice chat,” her mother went on, taking no notice of Sarah’s dismissive tone. “He says the main lodge is at lock-up stage and they’ve started work on the interior.”
“Did I bring in Jeffy’s snack bag in?” Sarah asked, glancing around. She so did not want to talk about Daniel.
“Here it is.” Her mom held up the insulated lunch bag. “Daniel does sound extremely busy, though. He’s doing all the hiring himself.”
“What does an ex-football player know about staffing a hotel?” Sarah said. “He should hire a management company and go back to Dallas or Malibu or wherever he lives.”
“Sarah, he’s moved back here.” Her mother was mildly reproachful. “I’m sure he’s going to get experienced help, but he seems to be enjoying getting the resort up and running.”
“Whatever. I’ve got to go.” She bent to give Jeffy a hug and kiss. “See you tonight, sweetie. We’ll have pizza and ice cream to celebrate my new job.”
“Have you even seen Daniel since he’s been back in town?” her mother asked as she followed Sarah back down the hall to the front door.
“I haven’t seen him since he was here last May during the cherry blossom festival.” She wished her mom would drop the subject. “He’s called a couple of times, but I missed the calls and I haven’t had a chance to get back to him.” Truth was, she’d deliberately avoided returning his calls.
“You should get in touch,” her mom said as they stood outside on the porch. “It’ll be nice for Jeffy to have his uncle living here again.”
Sarah searched her handbag for her car keys. Daniel wasn’t just Jeffy’s uncle, but her mother didn’t know that. Now that Len had passed, only she and Daniel knew that Jeffy had been conceived using sperm donated by Daniel. Len’s idea, not hers. Len couldn’t father a child but he’d wanted to have a kid related to him by blood, so he’d swallowed his pride and resentment and asked Daniel. Sarah’s mixed emotions about carrying Daniel’s child had made for some sleepless nights while she wrestled with the decision. In the end, she’d gone along with it because she’d badly wanted to start a family and because a baby might strengthen her and Len’s struggling marriage. Classic mistake.
“Why don’t you like him anymore?” her mom asked, lowering her voice so Jeffy wouldn’t hear. “You must be the only person in town who isn’t thrilled he’s here.”
“I don’t dislike him. I just don’t get what all the fuss is about when he’s hardly been around for the past fifteen years,” Sarah said, snagging her key chain.
His voice message saying he couldn’t wait to see Jeffy she took with a grain of salt. If he was so interested in the boy, why hadn’t he come around more over the years? She didn’t want Jeffy to get too attached to his ‘Unca Dan.’ Her son had already suffered significant loss in his young life with the death of his father. She would hate to see him bond with Daniel only to lose him, too, when Daniel got bored of his eco-resort—as he surely would—and left again for greener pastures.
“He’s very generous,” her mother said. “He’s donated to every charity in town.”
“He’s helped a lot of people,” Sarah conceded. She paused, searching for a plausible reason to explain her reluctance to see Daniel. “Len didn’t get along with him.”
“Oh, well. Len.” Her mom’s mouth thinned.
“Please don’t start.” Instantly, she wished she hadn’t invoked Len, tired of defending him to her mom. She’d stayed with Len long after she’d known marrying him was a mistake. Daniel had been right, damn him. But even with hindsight, she wouldn’t change a thing because that would mean not having Jeffy and that was unthinkable.
“Well, I’m sorry, but a volunteer fireman with a wife and baby shouldn’t race into the teeth of a wildfire against the orders of his captain to try to rescue a stubborn old hermit who ignored evacuation orders,” Heather said.
“Len received a medal,” Sarah reminded her. “He saved the old man’s life.” Len had had his faults and weaknesses, but he’d had his strengths, too. He hadn’t been a bad man; just not the right man for her.
“And lost his own.” The creases around her mom’s eyes and mouth deepened. “Daniel, now—”
“I’ve got to go.” Sarah blocked her own pain and anger. She had too many other things on her mind today to brood over her conflicted loyalties. “Will everything go according to plan with Jeffy? You don’t have any meetings or errands?”
“No, I’m all clear. The hand-over to childcare will run like clockwork.”
“Thank you so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Sarah leaned up to envelop her mother in a warm hug.
Jeffy’s daily routine was complicated, but they had it down pat. Sarah dropped him off at her mother’s before work. Her mom cared for Jeffy for a couple of hours and then took him to preschool at nine a.m. She picked him up again at noon, fed him lunch, and then dropped him off at child care for the afternoon before going to her part-time job at the library. Sarah picked Jeffy up from child care after work around five thirty.
Now and then, the tightly choreographed schedule was thrown out of whack. Sarah’s mom was sick, or the child care center had an emergency, or Sarah couldn’t pick Jeffy up on time. Even when it all ran smoothly, it was a long day for a three-year-old. And it was a lot to ask of her mother who, much as she loved her grandson, had work and hobbies and a life of her own.
Fifteen minutes later, Sarah unlocked the door of the tourist information center. Flipping on all the lights, she went through the outer public area and into her office.
Dropping her handbag and jacket, she clicked her computer awake and opened her inbox, swiftly scanning the new messages for an email from Mayor Kimble. Nothing. She checked her landline but the light wasn’t blinking so no voice mail messages. Well, it was early, not even eight o’clock.
She got to work, chasing down the autumn banners she’d ordered for the town and which should have arrived two days ago. Then she started preparing a proposal for a Thanksgiving celebration at the town hall to present to the council for approval. Once she was confirmed as the new director, she wanted to hit the ground running.
Every ping of incoming email made her pounce on her inbox. Still nothing from the mayor. Should she call him? No, he wouldn’t have forgotten this was the day he’d promised to let her know the council’s decision. He was busy, too. He would get to her as soon as he could.
She updated the white board Brianna had bought during her time as director. Local events in various stages of planning were marked on a hand-drawn calendar in multi-colored inks. As the dates approached there would be decisions to make, phone calls to place, and myriad small tasks to complete.
Sarah got huge satisfaction from making sure that everything ran smoothly, from getting flyers printed on time to training the volunteers that manned the desk. The council hadn’t hired another assistant to fill her old role after Brianna left but she expected that would happen once she was appointed director.
Just after ten o’clock, she heard the ping of another incoming email. It was from the mayor’s office. Her pulse kicked up but before opening it she forced herself to complete the note she was writing to herself with an idea for a harvest farmer’s market.
At last, she opened her inbox, clicked on the email, and waited the maddening two seconds it took load.
Finally, it came into view.
“Dear Sarah, I regret to inform you…”
She blinked, not comprehending. She read the email again. And a third time. Finally it began to sink in. She hadn’t gotten the job. The council had voted to hire a complete outsider, a marketing man from Denver. This couldn’t be happening.
She read the email a fourth time and only now registered the sting in the tail. The mayor thanked her for her contribution but now that the bulk of the work had been done to set up the center, the council had decided not to renew her old position of assistant to the director.
Not only didn’t she get the promotion, but she was also being booted out of her old job.
Sarah rose and left her glass-walled office, and walked, zombie-like, through the information center. Her hand trailed along the racks of pamphlets she’d searched out and stocked, the books on local attractions she’d ordered and shelved. The posters of Flathead Lake and the Mission Ranges she’d stood on a ladder to tack to the walls. The display cases of jewelry and pottery from local artisans she’d sourced.
It was over. She no longer worked here. What now? She’d been so certain she would get the tourism directorship that it hadn’t even occurred to her to apply for anything else while she was waiting to hear. She had two weeks to find a new job.
Her phone rang. She fished in the pocket of her skirt. “Hello?”
“Well?” Brianna demanded.
Sarah tilted her head back and squeezed her eyes shut against the pricking tears.
“Sarah?” Brianna said. “Are you there?”
“Didn’t get it.”
“What?” Brianna was incredulous. “Why not?”
“Don’t know.” Sarah’s voice wobbled. “Um, sorry Brianna, I’m really busy. I’ll call you later.” She hung up and went back to her office in search of a tissue.
A minute later, Brianna called back. “You don’t have to say a word. I just want to let you know that there are lots of jobs going here at the eco-resort. I’ll text you the link.”
The link arrived seconds later. Dully, Sarah clicked on it, following the prompts to the page of positions available. Brianna was right, there were plenty of jobs. Wait staff, housekeeping, reception, activities coordinator, general manager…
Sarah clicked out of the web page, unable to bear the thought of any of these positions. She returned to the preparations for the farmer’s market and couldn’t face that, either.
Straightening her shoulders, she went back to the jobs page at the resort. Time to woman up. She didn’t have time to waste, and she couldn’t afford to be choosy. She had to pick something, anything, and update her resume.
Activities coordinator was the role she was most qualified for and, given how badly she needed a job, it made sense to apply for that. But something in her rebelled against choosing the safe option. She’d worked her butt off in the tourist office, pushed herself hard and succeeded at things she’d never dreamed she was capable of. She deserved better than taking another mid-level position. What the heck, why not go for gold? She would apply for general manager.

“How’s your morning so far, Mr. Hunter?” the waiter at the Montreau Hotel asked as he refilled Daniel’s coffee. “A window table is free now if you’d prefer.”
“I’m fine here.” Daniel smiled his thanks, and the waiter went on his way.
Daniel had deliberately chosen a table hidden in a nook. People were continually coming up to him and wanting to talk about his football days. Normally, he didn’t mind, and he always took the time to be friendly, but right now he was on a mission. With his eco-resort close to opening, he was trying to learn all he could about how such an establishment was run.
Case in point, the dining room. He’d stayed in hundreds of luxury hotels in his time without paying much attention to his surroundings. Now that he was going into the business, he was becoming aware of how much went on in the background.
The Montreau, a refurbished heritage hotel, did a lot of things really well. At the breakfast buffet, the food was fresh, tasty, and plentiful. The bain-maries were kept topped up, spills were cleaned immediately, and attentive waiters refilled coffee cups and removed empty plates promptly.
This attention to detail didn’t happen by accident. The staff was well trained, the maître d’ kept a close eye on the patrons, and every so often, the chef came out and personally checked the food or said a word to the regulars.
“’Morning, Daniel,” Mayor Jerry Kimble greeted him as he went past with a plate loaded with an omelet and fresh fruit. “Hiding out?”
“Just catching up on a little light reading.” Daniel held up the book on the hospitality business he was speed reading. But the mayor had been very helpful in getting permits for the eco-resort so he gestured to the chair opposite. “Care to join me?”
“Thanks.” Jerry sat and unfolded a napkin. “I don’t usually eat breakfast out but my kitchen’s being remodeled. How are your folks? Bet they’re happy to have you around more.”
“Yes, it’s great to be able to spend time with them.” Daniel kept his voice enthusiastic, but his smile faltered. In recent encounters with his parents, his mother fawned over him as if he was still a celebrity, while his father was standoffish to the point of rudeness. He’d hoped that upon returning to Sweetheart he would reconnect with his dad and his mom would become more relaxed around him. After being away for fifteen years, it was only natural that strengthening his relationship with them would take time, but he hadn’t expected it to be so difficult.
“You know you can hire people to run the resort,” Jerry said. “You don’t have to do it all yourself.”
“I’ve hired a human resources director to help with hiring, but she can’t start for another two weeks,” Daniel said. “Meanwhile, I’m getting a buzz out of learning the business and setting it up.”
Plus, it distracted him from the void that retiring from pro football had left in his life. As a professional athlete, time had never been on his side. As he got older, he’d received more and more injuries, some requiring surgery, the worst being to his right shoulder. Finally not even another operation could repair the damage to his shoulder and his professional football career had come to an end.
“Just the set up?” Jerry asked. “You’re not planning to stick around and run it?”
“Oh, I plan to settle here. It’s my hometown and I’ve missed it and the people.” Two people in particular, but so far, Sarah hadn’t returned his calls. All he wanted to do was say hello and see Jeffy. Was that so strange? And okay, he wanted to see her, too, but that was going to be a bit trickier given their history.
“What made you decide to go into the hotel business?” Jerry asked.
“I happened to be in town last May when Angus Adams and Sweetheart Log Homes decided to build an eco-resort on spec.” Daniel spread his hands. “I was looking for a business to buy. Right place, right time.”
“Angus has done an amazing job,” Jerry said. “And Brianna’s design of the green technology systems for the lodge is a great example to the community. Once she’s through there, I want her to upgrade some of the local government buildings.”
“The eco-resort is pretty special,” Daniel agreed. “People will be able to experience the wilderness and enjoy outdoor activities in luxury accommodation without harming the environment. I really want to create a unique and memorable experience for my guests.”
“Well, it’s the biggest thing that’s happened to Sweetheart in years, if not ever,” Jerry said. “You’ll be creating a lot of jobs.”
“I plan to hire locals as much as possible,” Daniel assured him.
“Good policy,” Jerry said. “I try to do that, too.” He frowned and shrugged his suit-clad shoulders. “Doesn’t always work out though. I had to disappoint someone a couple of days ago who’d been acting in her position for the past six months.”
“What happened?” Daniel inquired. Could Jerry be talking about Sarah? Brianna had mentioned that Sarah expected to be confirmed as tourism director soon. He hadn’t heard anything more from Brianna and Sarah wasn’t talking to him. Some of Len’s resentment of him must have rubbed off on her over the years. And okay, he’d blown it with her all by himself. But he wanted to mend his relationship with her, too, and build on the one he he’d begun with Jeff when he’d been here in May. What a great kid. Just thinking about him brought a smile to Daniel’s face.
“The council members thought the other guy looked better on paper,” Jerry said. “I felt badly because she’s worked so hard and she was really good, plus she’s a single mom and very deserving.” He shrugged. “Taxpayers’ money. What can you do?”
“I don’t have that problem,” Daniel said, certain now that Jerry was talking about Sarah. Maybe he could find her a position at the eco-resort. “I can hire who I want. Only the best candidates though, of course.”
The success of the business was paramount. Not only had the design and construction been a labor of love for Angus and Brianna and he wanted to do them proud, but as one of the largest employers in the area he had an obligation to the people who worked for him to make it a success. Plus, his own self-esteem was at stake. He didn’t want to be one of those athletes who merely lent their name to a restaurant or hotel chain. Unless he played an active role in the business, what was the point?
“How’s the hiring going?” Jerry asked, buttering a piece of raisin toast. “You’ve got a lot on your plate.”
“You’re telling me,” Daniel said. “I’ve got an HR person but she can’t start right away so I’m going through the applications myself, hoping to hire a few key positions—manager, head chef, head of maintenance and so on.”
Jerry tilted his head. “That’s one way to do it.”
Maybe his methods were unorthodox, Daniel didn’t know and didn’t particularly care. He needed staff quickly and he wanted a say in who he was hiring. Since he planned to play an active role in running the business, he wanted to know the people who worked for him and be confident he could trust them.
An hour later, he entered his office at the resort to the sounds of construction all around him. His floor was still bare concrete, and the only furniture was a basic desk and chair and a single filing cabinet. Stacks of resumes and job applications covered his desk.
First things first. He needed a manager. Seating himself, he pulled the appropriate folder toward him and started reviewing applications. He discarded four, put one in his short-list pile, then reached for the next application.
The name caught his attention first—Sarah Hunter—but it was the attached photo that hit him like a punch to the solar plexus. Those wide, slightly tilted eyes that were a mysterious shade between amber and green, and clear as a forest stream, stared at him from the page, as if daring him to reject her application. Hadn’t she rejected him, first? Although, he did acknowledge she might not see it that way.
Sarah. Somehow, he’d let her slip through his fingers. They’d dated in high school when he was a senior and she was a sophomore. He’d thought they had something really special, but when he’d been drafted to a farm team right out of high school she’d said they should make a clean break. He’d had to concede that they were too young to get serious and so he’d gone off to Texas to train, promising he’d come back for her when she graduated. Instead, the exciting world of professional football had taken over his life, they’d lost touch, and before he knew it, he was living in Dallas and in the starting lineup for the Cowboys.
Then she’d gone off to community college and goodness knew where for a few years. He’d tried once to reconnect but that had failed when he’d learned his little brother had started dating her. Knowing the pair, Daniel hadn’t thought the relationship would last long. He’d always thought he and Sarah would get back together one day, that they were still young and there was plenty of time. Then one day he’d received the wedding invitation—she was going to marry Len.
Talk about a punch to the gut. His brother had always been competitive and resentful of the attention Daniel received as a professional athlete. Now he’d ‘won’ by getting Daniel’s girl. On the eve of their wedding, Daniel had tried to tell Sarah she was making a mistake, that Len wasn’t right for her, but she hadn’t taken kindly to interference. He had to admit, she was right to be angry. His input had been too little, too late, too arrogant. He hadn’t even had the guts to say he still loved her because what was that worth after years of radio silence? After that, he’d stayed away because seeing her with someone else was just too hard, especially when the other guy was his brother.
Now Len was gone and Sarah was single again, a widow. No longer off limits.
He glanced back at her photo. The curl at the outer edges of her full lips echoed the uptilt of the eyes at the corners, making her look as if she were smiling secretly to herself. God, how he’d missed her.
One corner of his mouth curled dryly. He bet that if he called her now, she would answer. And if he saw her, hopefully he would get to see Jeff, too.

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Book Info:

Thanksgiving is a time for family…

As a young widow and mother to a three-year-old boy, Sarah Mills’s life is complicated, becoming more so when her high school sweetheart, Daniel, moves back to Montana. He left her behind after graduation and she married his brother, only needing Daniel’s services as a sperm donor when she and her husband couldn’t conceive. Now Daniel’s offering her a job as resort manager—but he wants to be part of her son’s life.

Recently retired from pro football, Daniel Hunter is tired of holding on to secrets. He badly wants a relationship with his biological son, and a second chance with the woman he never stopped loving. He builds a first-rate eco resort in Sweetheart, Montana, to give him a shot at a new life post football and proposes to Sarah, thinking it’s the most practical choice for all three of them.

Daniel still makes Sarah’s heart skip a beat, but he’s left her behind once already. She’s convinced he won’t stay this time, either, and now it’s not just her heart at risk.

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Meet the Author:

Award-winning author Joan Kilby writes sweet, sexy contemporary romance with a touch of humor. When she’s not working on a new book Joan can often be found at her local gym doing yoga, or being dragged around the neighborhood by her Jack “Rascal” terrier. Her hobbies are growing vegetables, cooking, traveling and reading–not necessarily in that order. Happily married with three children, Joan lives in Melbourne, Australia. She loves to hear from readers so feel free to drop her a line.
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24 Responses to “Spotlight & Giveaway: Second Chance Dad by Joan Kilby”

  1. EC

    Both! In certain circumstances, the former suits the story. Whereas the latter is suitable for other situations.

  2. Laurie Gommermann

    For me second chance relationships need to have trust and respect.
    If they broke up because of betrayal/ cheating I have a harder time forgiving and forgetting.
    In this story, Daniel and Sarah were young, going to college, growing up and life happened. Interesting twist with the guy’s brother as her ex and her son biologically being Daniel’s child.
    I’d love to find out how these two resolve their issues s d allow themselves to fall in love again. It sounds like they’ve both kept each other in their hearts.

  3. Mary Preston

    I like both, but first meetings and fresh romance can be fun to read.

  4. Shannon Capelle

    I like both but i have a soft spot for second chance romances! They are my favorites!

  5. Patricia B.

    I like both. Reunited/second chance romances work best for me because the couple already knows much about each other, but there is usually something major they missed along the way. Seeing them rediscover each other and build a strong relationship that is mature and lasting is satisfying.