Second Chance Dad

Second Chance Dad -- Coming March 2011 to Harlequin American Romance

Who said starting over was easy?

Moving back to her Texas hometown after her divorce seemed like a good idea at the time. Until Hanna Rosser’s usually well-behaved son gets into trouble at school. The single mother knows exactly who’s to blame—Vince Keegan, father of her son’s new best friend.  Vince may be the most irresistible man on the block, but he’s got a lot to learn about parenting.

All right, so Vince’s daughter is a little high-spirited.  Hanna’s downright overprotective of her precious boy! Unfortunately, she’s also far too appealing for this widowed dad’s peace of mind.

Maybe it’s time Hanna and Vince let go of their pasts and gave in to what’s happening between them.  Just because they’re parents, doesn’t mean they can’t have a second chance at love.

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Rt Top PickRomantic Times Mag 4.5 star, Top Pick

Take one overprotective HARLEQUIN mom, a lenient dad, lots of sizzle and romance, and you’ve got a top-of-the-line romance loaded with charm, wicked humor and the problems of a blended family.


Something was badly amiss in the Texas public school system. Hanna Rosser’s straight-A son did not participate in fistfights.

Hanna pulled into the parent parking lot of Marble Falls Elementary and tried to keep her cool as a motorcycle roared into the spot she’d been eyeing. Calmly she parked her white Volvo SUV two spaces down and tried not to notice how the tight denim hugged the guy’s long legs as he slid off the macho contraption and headed up the sidewalk, unbuckling his helmet.

Trade the helmet for a Stetson and the Harley for a stallion and he’d epitomize the phrase long, tall Texan. Six feet and some change, dirty cowboy boots and a swagger that said he couldn’t care less what anyone else thought.

Slinging the helmet by the leather strap, he jabbed his fingers through his disheveled hair and then opened the heavy glass door. He stepped back, allowing her to precede him into the hall. For each of his long strides Hanna made two, her heels tapping on the shiny waxed tile in her rush toward the office.

Ashton’s first day in a public school and he’d been involved in a fistfight? This couldn’t be happening.

She reached for the metal handle of the office door, and again, Mr. Tight Jeans leaned around and held it open for her. Deep dimples bracketed his mouth. “After you, ma’am.” His voice held the same interesting mix of smooth and tough as his jeans.

Leading the way into the office, she wondered if this man’s bully son was the one who’d taken a swing at Ashton. Fighting hadn’t been an issue in Ashton’s private school back in Dallas. She’d certainly brought him up to know better than to strike another child.

The secretary stood and nodded. “Ms. Rosser. Vince.”

Vince? Hanna glanced at him from the corner of her eye as he flashed those killer dimples at the little redhead behind the desk. This guy was on a first name basis? Oh yeah, undoubtedly his son had been picking on the new sixth grader.

“Please take a seat. We’re just waiting on one more parent, and then Principal Montgomery will see you.”
Vince stood until Hanna sat, and then folded his long, lanky frame into a matching wooden chair, placing his silver helmet on the one between them with a clunk. She inched farther away as Vince crossed one leg over the other, his giant cowboy boot further staking his claim on the center chair.

Please God, don’t let Ashton’s asthma have flared up. Was her baby boy okay? Richard would have a hemorrhage if any harm had come to his son.

A photocopier occupied one corner of the office, copying, collating and stapling, the noise adding to her nervousness and humiliation during the excruciating wait to go before the principal. The entire experience made her feel as guilty as if she’d been the one called to the office instead of her child.

“So who is the other parent?” Vince asked the secretary.

“William Baer.” She shuffled papers on her desk and looked up as the door creaked and a stocky male entered the office. His tan Dockers and navy golf shirt looked more respectable than Vince’s denim ensemble, even if Mr. Baer’s did sport a company emblem on the breast pocket.

Vince stood and shook his hand. “Hey, Will.”


Hanna smoothed her skirt as she stood, uncomfortable with the way Mr. Baer’s gaze roamed up and down her frame.

He extended his hand. “William Baer, ma’am. I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”

Accepting the overly zealous handshake, she almost choked on his sweet aftershave. “Hanna Rosser. We just moved back to town this weekend.”

“Well, I must say, you’re a most welcome asset to Marble Falls.”

Vince cleared his throat and for the first time actually seemed to notice Hanna’s appearance. Without comment, he turned his attention back to the secretary. “So, what’s the problem?”

She punched a button on the phone and momentarily Principal Montgomery stepped out. Hanna had met the woman literally six hours earlier when she’d enrolled Ashton. Approximately forty, tiny, rather attractive in a no-nonsense sort of way. Short blond hair tucked behind her ears, black slacks and a bright red blazer. “Please, step into my office.”

Both men stood, allowing Hanna to walk between them before entering.

Principal Montgomery nodded to each as they entered. “Ms. Rosser. Mr. Baer. Mr. Keegan.”

Hanna did a double take at the girl sitting between Ashton and the other boy, as if separating the boys so they wouldn’t throw more punches.

Hanna rushed to Ashton, scanning him for any injuries. She gasped and ran her finger over the caked blood at the corner of his split lip. Jerking away, Ashton scowled and glanced at the other two kids.

Taking the hint, Hanna pulled her hand back, still assessing the damage. One shirtsleeve had been half ripped from the seam, Ashton’s lip was swollen and his dark hair was a mess, but he held the ice pack in his hand, not to his lip. At least, his breathing wasn’t labored and no wheezing.

Afraid she’d embarrass him further, Hanna resisted the urge to pick the sprigs of grass out of his dark curls.
Taking a stance behind Ashton, Hanna watched the men as they waited for the case to be presented and Principal Montgomery to deliver her verdict.

“Who wants to speak first?” the principal asked the children.

Mr. Baer turned to the pudgy boy. “Billy, did you start this?”

“No way. I was just minding my own business.”

“So who hit who?” Mr. Baer demanded.

Billy shrugged and looked sheepish.

Hanna couldn’t imagine that Ashton had hit him at all, much less first. “Did you strike this boy?”

Ashton mimicked Billy’s sheepish shrug. “Not first.”

“So who threw the first punch?” Principal Montgomery asked.

Ashton cut his eyes sideways at the girl while Billy shuffled his dirty sneakers.

Mr. Tight Jean’s gaze landed on the girl with the falling down ponytail and grungy jeans. “You’re unusually quiet, Mackenzie.”

The girl stood and placed her hands on her slim hips. She had a good three inches on either boy. “He asked for it.”

“Nuh uh.” Billy leaned into her face. “You hit me first. I don’t hit no girls, unless they punch me first.”

Ashton stood to the side while the other two faced off.

“Mackenzie, did you hit Billy?” Vince asked.

“He’s a yellowbellied scum reptile, Dad. He’s always picking on people who won’t fight back just so’s he feels tough.”

Hanna stared at father and daughter. Both tall and slender and the same sandy blond hair, Mackenzie’s only a shade lighter than her father’s. Even their honey-tanned complexions matched.

Mackenzie’s left eye sported a darkening bruise, but her father didn’t seem overly concerned. Hooking his thumbs in his pockets, Vince raised an eyebrow at Mackenzie. “Was Billy picking on you?” Not only the guy’s jeans but his eyes were the color of faded blue denim as he stared down his rebellious daughter.

She didn’t back down. “He knows better than to mess with me, but he figured Ashton was fair game showing up in church clothes and all.” She flipped her bedraggled hair behind her shoulder and glared at Billy. “Didn’t count on getting whipped by no girl when you picked on my friend, though, did ya?”

With a bruise on his chin, the remains of dried blood in his nose, on his upper lip and down the front of his dirty white tee shirt, Billy had obviously taken the worst of the beating. But he too held his ice pack in his hand instead of to his bruised face.

“Billy?” his father asked, but Hanna couldn’t decide whether his perplexed expression had more to do with his boy hitting a girl or being bested by one.

“It weren’t no fair fight. Two against one. They ganged up on me.”

Glancing at Ashton, Hanna was stunned that her son’s bruised lip actually snarled as he took his spot beside Mackenzie, toe to toe with Billy. “Don’t mess with me if you don’t want to fight.”

“Ashton!” What had happened to her mild mannered son? “Sit down.”

William turned to Vince. “So what are we going to do about this?”

Vince slanted a grin and jabbed his fingers through his sandy hair, only tousling it more than it already was from the helmet. “Maybe you should warn your boy not to tangle with my daughter.”

Was he insane? Holding her breath, Hanna waited for the other shoe to drop. Her friend’s son in Dallas had once had charges filed against him for hitting another boy on the soccer field, and they’d ended up in court. The boy had received forty hours community service. Just the kind of ammunition her ex could use in court to make his case that Ashton would be better off in Dallas with him and his new girlfriend.

Instead of the expected anger, William Baer simply rubbed his forehead and grinned.

Both men were morons to make a joke out of this.

The principal motioned for the kids to sit as she remained behind her desk. “Totally unacceptable behavior. Billy and Mackenzie, you two are in this office way too frequently. Ashton, as you’re new here, I’m going to withhold judgment. But you’re starting out on shaky ground. You’re all assigned to ISS for the remainder of the week. Tomorrow morning you will report to the office, collect your assignments and proceed to the library. In addition, I expect a five-page report from each of you by Friday on how you’re going to learn that violence doesn’t solve problems and how to get along. There will be no more incidents. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ashton said, but he flashed Mackenzie a conspiratorial grin.

Billy shuffled his feet. “I promise.”

Mackenzie returned Ashton’s grin. “Okay. As long as you make Bully Baer sit at a different table.”