Do you want to read my book for free?
I’m seeking ARC readers for my upcoming Contemporary Western Romance book, Renewed Hope.
Let me know if you’d like an early read of this romantic suspense story. It releases on 2.3.24. I’d also appreciate it if you’d leave a review on launch day. Amazon, BookBub, and Goodreads are desired locations.
My book is about Sophie Cayes and Chad Davis and their journey to rescue Sophie’s kidnapped son.
Sophie is on the road to success as an artist. Until her ex-husband threatens to sue for full custody of their son. Upon learning of a guest ranch in Eastern Washington that keeps a room open for women in need, she grabs her son and bolts.
Although Chad loves starting colts on the Seven Tine Guest Ranch, his goal is to have his own spread. Everything’s on course until a woman and her preschool son show up. He’s not thrilled about helping out. Until the boy comes up missing. On his watch.
Along with a tribal cop they head back to Montana in search of the boy, knowing his dad was the one who kidnapped him. Sophie prays they find him before her ex-husband and his new wife go on the run. Taking her son with them.
Be prepared to feel sorrow, anger, hope, and joy.
All these feelings and more are threaded throughout Renewed Hope.
What Readers are Saying
“Wow! Once you start reading, you won’t be able to put Carmen Peone’s Renewed Hope down. It is a heart-wrenching story of one abused mother’s struggle to save her precious child with help from unexpected friends, all set against the backdrop of the Native American culture.” ~Jennifer Uhlarik, award-winning author of Sand Creek Serenade and Love’s Fortress
“Western Author Carmen Peone has skillfully crafted a riveting, romantic story about compelling characters struggling through dire difficulties while maintaining their Christian beliefs and humanizing the plight of Native American victims of domestic violence. Renewed Hope keeps readers engaged from beginning to end.” Joyce B. Lohse, Award-winning Author, Filter Press Books
“Peone deftly weaves the struggle for Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women into this passionate story of faith, love, and redemption.” —Carolyn Dufurrena, author of the multiple award–winning Quiet, Except for the Wind and former Academy of Western Artists Cowgirl Poet of the Year
Here’s a Short Excerpt
Emotionally. It all hit home with Sophie. Her insides had been tied up for years now, the abuse always on the edge of her mind.
“So, I stuffed her brochure in a drawer and continued to live my life in fear. After one of his violent episodes, I found the Seven Tine brochure and my notes. I’d jotted down her
invitation for any women in need to come. Anytime. Without calling first. To just show up. She promised to always keep a room open. I packed a bag and came.”
“Anytime. Without calling first. To just show up.” The words soothed her like a sweet-scented balm. Her mouth parched, she took a sip of water. She got the feeling God had set up
this conversation. His doing warmed her insides.
“When I arrived, Sydney wasn’t here. Feeling a bit helpless and terrified after my ex found me and threatened to bring me back home, I ended up going on the road with Robert. He was a bronc rider. I hated bronc riders. They were all arrogant. Cocky. Womanizers. Or so I’d experienced before meeting the love of my life.” Rita laughed.
Sophie chuckled too. But hers had come out edgy from the mutual understanding of the fear of men. Of terror turning into hate. No, she wasn’t laughing at the hate. She laughed because she wasn’t alone. She laughed because it felt good to find relief.
“I’ve not been around rodeos very much. I wouldn’t know.” She preferred the colorful regalia and dancing that powwows provided.
“Until I got to know him better, I figured he ran with the pack. Yeah, a snippet of narcissism ran through Robert, but once I got to know him, his protective wall fell, and I got a snapshot of his painful world.”
“I suppose we all have pain lingering inside of us, no matter the cause.”
“We sure do. And the evil in domestic violence has no limits.”
“It sure doesn’t.” Talking to someone who’d been abused—someone who knew what she was going through—made her heart leap with joy. “Did they catch your ex?”
Rita nodded. “We went all the way to Las Vegas for the Indian National Finals. What a trip. That’s where my ex caught up with us. Thank the Lord he’s behind bars.”
“Thank the Lord he’s behind bars.” Sweet music to her soul. She’d love to go home and find Matt in jail. But that seemed far-fetched. All he wanted was full custody. But that would
kill her—at least inside.
“Anyhow, I have a feeling you might be in a similar situation. Running from someone?”
“You don’t have to explain your situation. Just know, I understand how you feel. I struggled to show up when Sydney wasn’t here. But Robert . . . he proved to be the best substitute. Once we ironed out our differences, that is.” Rita tapped the table with her finger. “I leave in the morning. If you need to talk before then, I’m all ears.”
“When do you think Sydney will be around?”
“I’m not sure. I have a feeling the baby’s going to make his appearance within the next few hours.”
With Rita around, she felt better about staying the night. At least she and her son were safe.
Chad burst into the lodge and jogged to the table, his chest heaving. “Have you seen Basin?”
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