Like a Bad Penny

ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-626-2
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-625-5
Page Count: 334
Word Count: 82530
Rating: Sweet

Newly widowed and destitute, Danielle Mansfield needs to get creative. Fast. Determined to start a new life, she moves her resistant teenage son to their vacation cabin in Carson Mill, NC. Her plan fails when she runs headlong into the guy who was her past, looking as handsome as ever.

Danielle, the only woman Matt Kovacs ever loved, also represents his biggest regret.  Believing nothing happens by chance when he discovers she lives in the same town, he needs to explain his disappearance from her life sixteen years ago. Can Danielle and Matt overcome the hurt and distrust to forge a new beginning?


This past year, she’d had to reinvent her relationship with her son. She had shared most of the financial difficulties she faced simply because those changes affected him as well.

Like moving here.

But sometimes she needed to remind him who was in charge. Bribing him with junk food had been an insult to both of them. He wasn’t a little boy anymore. Even though sometimes he still acted like one.

She paid for her purchases and gathered her bags, wishing she hadn’t let Ethan buy soda. Or that she’d made him stay and help her to the car. The door burst open, and a man careened into her before she could step aside. The hard impact threw her off balance, and her bags crashed to the floor, scattering their contents. A jar of peanut butter rolled down the aisle.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, here let me help you.” He retrieved a wayward can of soup.

The low timbre of his voice seemed vaguely familiar, but she was too mortified to look into his face when she saw his hand picking up the box of sanitary napkins. Lately, nothing was going right. She snatched the box from his hands and hastily shoved it in one of the bags.

“Forgive me, I’m such a klutz. Can I at least help you carry these…?” Standing, he held several of her bags.

She watched with horror as he gazed into her eyes and cocked his head in recognition.


Matt Kovacs? She felt the blood drain from her face as she looked into the dark eyes of the man who had haunted her dreams for years.

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