I love small town romances. Thereâ€™s something irresistible about a love story set in a town of quirky characters, unique businesses and even interesting pets.
Into that amazing, quirky little town we drop our hero and heroine. Sometimes theyâ€™re both natives of the town. Â Perhaps theyâ€™ve lived there all their lives, and have harbored secret feelings for each other for years. Or maybe one of them has recently returned home, either permanently or for what they believe will be a short stay.
In other small town romances, one of the lovers is a newcomer to the town, a stranger in a strange land. That describes Alex Campbell in ONE MORE SECOND CHANCE. Arriving from his hometown of San Diego, Alex finds himself in Lobster Cove, a small town on an island in Maine. He accepts a temporary position as a doctor in the town as a way to pay off his medical school debt. He only plans to stay for two years, the length of his contract. When the story opens he has only ten months left. Of course everything changes for Alex when he meets Julia.
Even though Alex falls head over heels for Julia, love might not be enough. Small towns are just that â€“ small. They lack many of the amenities that city dwellers take for granted, and for a lot of people, they lack excitement. There has to be something that makes people want to stay, something they canâ€™t get in a big city.
This is where those quirky characters come in. The thing about small towns is that they are communities. Their inhabitants care about each other and support each other when the chips are down. Showing this community caring at work is vital for a successful small town romance. The small town has to show that it is a worthy place for the hero and heroine to live and love.
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Here’s an excerpt:
â€œYouâ€™re not leaving already, are you? It looks like the partyâ€™s just getting started.â€
She turned toward the familiar voice, her heart in her throat. Alex smiled down at her, his dark eyes warm and full of an emotion she was afraid to name. The last words heâ€™d said to her came immediately to mind: Iâ€™m not going to give up on you, on us. She clasped her hands together, disconcerted to find they were shaking.
â€œIâ€™m not really much of a dancer,â€ she said. Her voice sounded husky, as if it came from someone else.
He tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing against her sensitive skin and making her shiver.
â€œI donâ€™t believe that for a minute. Not someone who plays ball with the grace and athleticism you do.â€
â€œItâ€™s true. I have two left feet when it comes to dancing.â€
â€œProve it. Dance with me.â€
He extended his hand. Julia stared at it for a moment, warring with herself. If she danced with him, here in public, the whole town would know. Theyâ€™d talk about her, about them. Once more sheâ€™d be the subject of gossip.
But when she looked into Alexâ€™s eyes, she discovered she didnâ€™t care. She hoped she wouldnâ€™t regret her decision tomorrow.
She took Alexâ€™s hand and let him lead her out onto the dance floor. The band was playing a slow waltz. He linked his fingers with hers and drew her hips against his. They moved slowly, swaying seductively to the music, their gazes locked. Julia simply couldnâ€™t look away. She was lost in a turbulent sea of desire and longing.
â€œWhereâ€™s Ava tonight?â€
â€œWith the Stewarts. Sheâ€™s staying the night.â€
The slow song ended, and the band played an upbeat tune that had everyone on their feet. They crowded onto the dance floor. Julia and Alex remained in the middle of the street, staring into each otherâ€™s eyes as people danced around them. Then he lowered his head and whispered in her ear.
â€œCome home with me, Julia.â€
He rested his forehead against hers, waiting. Alex was the first man, the only man, sheâ€™d wanted since the end of her marriage. Their one night together had been magical. She didnâ€™t know what to make of his assertion that he loved her. Her feelings for him were too confused to make sense of them. All she knew was that in this moment, she wanted him, needed him.
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Jana Richards has tried her hand at many writing projects over the years, from magazine articles and short stories to full-length paranormal suspense and romantic comedy. She loves to create characters with a sense of humor, but also a serious side. She believes thereâ€™s nothing more interesting then peeling back the layers of a character to see what makes them tick.
When not writing up a storm, working at her day job as an Office Administrator, or dealing with ever present mountains of laundry, she can be found on the local golf course pursuing her newest hobby.
Jana lives in Western Canada with her husband Warren and a highly spoiled Pug/Terrier cross named Lou. You can reach her through her website at http://www.janarichards.com