They believe love conquers
all. Until it doesn't.
THIS PIECE OF MY SOUL
Clearing the Ice #2
Robyn M. Ryan
Releasing Jan 24th, 2017
Clearing the Ice #2
Robyn M. Ryan
Releasing Jan 24th, 2017
They believe love conquers all.
One of pro-hockey’s golden couples, Andrew and Caryn Chadwick live in the limelight reserved for elite professional athletes. On their second anniversary, Andrew receives an unexpected contract offer to join the Tampa Suns. As they look forward to a new adventure, neither foresees an event that challenges their love and threatens their marriage.
Until it doesn’t.
A sudden and senseless accident threatens Andrew’s life and inexplicably drives a wedge between the couple. Shattered by the incident, paralyzed by fear that it could happen again, Caryn finds herself at odds with her husband and unable to provide the support he needs—at the time he is most vulnerable.
As their perfect world crumbles, each makes choices that take Andrew and Caryn further apart.
Distrust, fears, and secrets construct walls. This Piece of My Soul follows the joint and separate paths the couple navigate as each hopes to rediscover the love that can conquer all.
Although This Piece of My Soul is the second book in the Clearing the Ice Series, it can be read as a standalone novel.
Excerpt
Andrew Chadwick jerked awake as the phone
vibrated on the bedside table. He glanced at the screen as he quickly pressed
“ignore.” He slipped from the bed, hoping the noise and movement didn’t wake
his wife. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and satisfied that Caryn still
slept, he grabbed clothes and headed downstairs. Don Wilson calling in the
middle of the night can only bring news I don’t want to hear. When he got
to the kitchen, Andrew quickly texted a response to his agent, then dressed and
splashed cold water on his face. He grabbed a Coke and quietly opened the door
to the courtyard patio. He sat in the predawn Toronto light, staring at the
phone a few minutes before he returned the call.
“Sorry to call so early.” Don apologized
before Andrew could speak. “I know you’re headed out today and had to catch you
before you two fall off the grid.”
“What can’t wait ten days?” Andrew twisted the
bottle cap and took a long drink.
“Tampa sent an offer sheet an hour ago.”
“Hudson signed with Chicago?”
“Late last night.”
Andrew sighed. “How much?” He closed his eyes
and his agent relayed the amount and terms. Not what I want to deal with
today. “The Blues’ response?”
“Just got off the phone with Jenkins. Andrew,
if you sign the sheet, the Blues can’t match the offer without making some
quick moves. This totally blows up their salary cap.”
“No indication they’re interested in a deal?”
Don barked a laugh. “Oh, they might sign the
deal we discussed last month.”
Andrew’s fingers drummed against the table.
“Your take on their lack of interest up to now?”
“The Blues can’t afford you long-term; you’ll
be traded before your current contract expires.” Wilson waited a beat. “The
Suns are a contender right now, Andrew. They want you to fill a huge hole in
the starting line. This may be the offer you can’t refuse.”
“How long do I have?”
“Obviously, the Suns would like your answer as
quickly as possible. They’re willing to fly us down, so we can discuss this
face-to-face, and you and Caryn can look at the area. I can hold them off a
while, but probably not ten days.”
Andrew stood and walked across the patio. “No,
I don’t want this hanging over our heads that long.”
“If you tell me your trip plans, I will rebook
it out of Tampa.”
“Good try, Don, but no, I’ll take care of
that.” He laughed a little. “Give me a few hours. I need to discuss this with
Caryn and think things through.”
Slipping his iPhone into his pocket, Andrew
stepped back inside. Way too early to wake Caryn. His thoughts drifted
to the trip they were scheduled to begin that morning. An anniversary tradition
that began with their honeymoon two years earlier. Destination his secret and
Caryn packing according to his ambiguous suggestions—casual or formal, warm or
cold, passport just in case. Despite her best efforts to pry information from
him—even during their most intimate moments—Caryn never knew the destination
until they arrived at the airport. Even then, he might insert a plane change
mid-route.
Last year, she thought they were going to
California’s wine country, but when the plane landed in San Francisco, he took
her hand and led her to another gate. He laughed softly as he remembered her
expression of delight, mixed with pure panic at the thought of getting on
another plane that would take them over the Pacific Ocean to reach the final
destination, Fiji. He’d pushed her to her limit…well, beyond her limit, despite
the unforgettable ten days in the lush secluded villa. He carefully planned
this year’s trip to minimize her fear of heights and air travel.
Andrew leaned against the counter and gazed out
the kitchen window, the darkness slowly retreating. Tampa’s offer cast a shadow
over their plans, not just the anniversary trip but the upcoming move back to
St. Louis before training camp. Caryn’s made St. Louis a second home, her
client list managing corporate and individual social media accounts expanding
monthly. Not to mention that her best friend Lauren just landed a marketing job
in St. Louis and plans to move from Vancouver in just a few weeks.
He pushed away from the counter and wandered to
the living room, sitting down in a chair and closing his eyes. It’s a no-win
situation. If I sign the Suns’ offer sheet, the Blues will either decline to
match—or worse, trade teammates to keep me.
His ambitions had never included owning one of
the highest contracts on a team. But, if he didn’t sign the offer sheet, his
agent’s prediction very likely would play out. Come March, he’d find himself
playing on a different team—worst-case scenario traded to one of the teams in
the midst of rebuilding.
The Suns were a contender now. They’d made it
to the Stanley Cup Final last season. They couldn’t re-sign the league’s
leading scorer, but extended the offer sheet to the Blues last night. The offer
catapulted him into an entirely new level, both in terms of money and the
pressure of replacing the team’s leading scorer. Andrew knew he could fill the
slot—on the ice at least—but at what cost to Caryn, their friends in St. Louis,
and the chemistry that existed among his linemates?
He didn’t hear Caryn approach until her hand
rested on his shoulder. “You’re up early, Drew. I planned to surprise you with
breakfast in bed.” She pressed her lips against the top of his head. “Happy
second anniversary.”
Andrew slipped his arm around her waist and
drew her onto his lap. “My favorite day of the year,” he whispered before her
kiss chased all thoughts of Tampa from his mind.
“Shall we just skip the breakfast part?” Her
voice purred in his ear.
He closed his arms around her, his mouth
finding hers. He shifted his body until he could stand with her locked in his
embrace. He stepped across the room and gently placed her on the sofa, breaking
the kiss with a soft curse as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He sat on the
edge of the sofa as he pulled the phone from his pocket and glanced at the
display. Don. Again. Now what?
“You’ve got something?” He caught Caryn’s
questioning look at the impatient tone in his voice as he stood and began to
walk across the room.
“Just spoke with Jenkins again. Wanted to see
if they are open to revisiting our contract negotiations before you decide
anything.”
“And?” He stopped for a moment, anticipating
the response.
“He said their offer is on the table.”
“Take it or leave?” Andrew felt Caryn’s hand
grasp his shoulder, but he shrugged it off as he continued pacing.
“More or less. You owe it to yourself to talk
with the Suns. The Blues’ best offer is two years only. You could be looking at
a long-term deal with Tampa.”
“Yeah. Give me a little more time. I’ll call
you back.” He ended the call and tossed the phone across the table before
turning toward the door. The mounting frustration threatened an angry release.
“Drew?”
He held up his hand. “A couple minutes, Cary. I
need to clear my mind.” Without waiting for her reply, he jerked the door open
and stepped outside, closing it firmly behind him.
Andrew Chadwick jerked awake as the phone
vibrated on the bedside table. He glanced at the screen as he quickly pressed
“ignore.” He slipped from the bed, hoping the noise and movement didn’t wake
his wife. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and satisfied that Caryn still
slept, he grabbed clothes and headed downstairs. Don Wilson calling in the
middle of the night can only bring news I don’t want to hear. When he got
to the kitchen, Andrew quickly texted a response to his agent, then dressed and
splashed cold water on his face. He grabbed a Coke and quietly opened the door
to the courtyard patio. He sat in the predawn Toronto light, staring at the
phone a few minutes before he returned the call.
“Sorry to call so early.” Don apologized
before Andrew could speak. “I know you’re headed out today and had to catch you
before you two fall off the grid.”
“What can’t wait ten days?” Andrew twisted the
bottle cap and took a long drink.
“Tampa sent an offer sheet an hour ago.”
“Hudson signed with Chicago?”
“Late last night.”
Andrew sighed. “How much?” He closed his eyes
and his agent relayed the amount and terms. Not what I want to deal with
today. “The Blues’ response?”
“Just got off the phone with Jenkins. Andrew,
if you sign the sheet, the Blues can’t match the offer without making some
quick moves. This totally blows up their salary cap.”
“No indication they’re interested in a deal?”
Don barked a laugh. “Oh, they might sign the
deal we discussed last month.”
Andrew’s fingers drummed against the table.
“Your take on their lack of interest up to now?”
“The Blues can’t afford you long-term; you’ll
be traded before your current contract expires.” Wilson waited a beat. “The
Suns are a contender right now, Andrew. They want you to fill a huge hole in
the starting line. This may be the offer you can’t refuse.”
“How long do I have?”
“Obviously, the Suns would like your answer as
quickly as possible. They’re willing to fly us down, so we can discuss this
face-to-face, and you and Caryn can look at the area. I can hold them off a
while, but probably not ten days.”
Andrew stood and walked across the patio. “No,
I don’t want this hanging over our heads that long.”
“If you tell me your trip plans, I will rebook
it out of Tampa.”
“Good try, Don, but no, I’ll take care of
that.” He laughed a little. “Give me a few hours. I need to discuss this with
Caryn and think things through.”
Slipping his iPhone into his pocket, Andrew
stepped back inside. Way too early to wake Caryn. His thoughts drifted
to the trip they were scheduled to begin that morning. An anniversary tradition
that began with their honeymoon two years earlier. Destination his secret and
Caryn packing according to his ambiguous suggestions—casual or formal, warm or
cold, passport just in case. Despite her best efforts to pry information from
him—even during their most intimate moments—Caryn never knew the destination
until they arrived at the airport. Even then, he might insert a plane change
mid-route.
Last year, she thought they were going to
California’s wine country, but when the plane landed in San Francisco, he took
her hand and led her to another gate. He laughed softly as he remembered her
expression of delight, mixed with pure panic at the thought of getting on
another plane that would take them over the Pacific Ocean to reach the final
destination, Fiji. He’d pushed her to her limit…well, beyond her limit, despite
the unforgettable ten days in the lush secluded villa. He carefully planned
this year’s trip to minimize her fear of heights and air travel.
Andrew leaned against the counter and gazed out
the kitchen window, the darkness slowly retreating. Tampa’s offer cast a shadow
over their plans, not just the anniversary trip but the upcoming move back to
St. Louis before training camp. Caryn’s made St. Louis a second home, her
client list managing corporate and individual social media accounts expanding
monthly. Not to mention that her best friend Lauren just landed a marketing job
in St. Louis and plans to move from Vancouver in just a few weeks.
He pushed away from the counter and wandered to
the living room, sitting down in a chair and closing his eyes. It’s a no-win
situation. If I sign the Suns’ offer sheet, the Blues will either decline to
match—or worse, trade teammates to keep me.
His ambitions had never included owning one of
the highest contracts on a team. But, if he didn’t sign the offer sheet, his
agent’s prediction very likely would play out. Come March, he’d find himself
playing on a different team—worst-case scenario traded to one of the teams in
the midst of rebuilding.
The Suns were a contender now. They’d made it
to the Stanley Cup Final last season. They couldn’t re-sign the league’s
leading scorer, but extended the offer sheet to the Blues last night. The offer
catapulted him into an entirely new level, both in terms of money and the
pressure of replacing the team’s leading scorer. Andrew knew he could fill the
slot—on the ice at least—but at what cost to Caryn, their friends in St. Louis,
and the chemistry that existed among his linemates?
He didn’t hear Caryn approach until her hand
rested on his shoulder. “You’re up early, Drew. I planned to surprise you with
breakfast in bed.” She pressed her lips against the top of his head. “Happy
second anniversary.”
Andrew slipped his arm around her waist and
drew her onto his lap. “My favorite day of the year,” he whispered before her
kiss chased all thoughts of Tampa from his mind.
“Shall we just skip the breakfast part?” Her
voice purred in his ear.
He closed his arms around her, his mouth
finding hers. He shifted his body until he could stand with her locked in his
embrace. He stepped across the room and gently placed her on the sofa, breaking
the kiss with a soft curse as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He sat on the
edge of the sofa as he pulled the phone from his pocket and glanced at the
display. Don. Again. Now what?
“You’ve got something?” He caught Caryn’s
questioning look at the impatient tone in his voice as he stood and began to
walk across the room.
“Just spoke with Jenkins again. Wanted to see
if they are open to revisiting our contract negotiations before you decide
anything.”
“And?” He stopped for a moment, anticipating
the response.
“He said their offer is on the table.”
“Take it or leave?” Andrew felt Caryn’s hand
grasp his shoulder, but he shrugged it off as he continued pacing.
“More or less. You owe it to yourself to talk
with the Suns. The Blues’ best offer is two years only. You could be looking at
a long-term deal with Tampa.”
“Yeah. Give me a little more time. I’ll call
you back.” He ended the call and tossed the phone across the table before
turning toward the door. The mounting frustration threatened an angry release.
“Drew?”
He held up his hand. “A couple minutes, Cary. I
need to clear my mind.” Without waiting for her reply, he jerked the door open
and stepped outside, closing it firmly behind him.
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By the
time she was an eight-year-old tomboy growing up in the suburbs of Chicago, Robyn
M. Ryan definitely knew what she wanted to do when she grew up—play major
league baseball or write. She wrote throughout elementary and high school,
first composing novels featuring favorite TV and music personalities, and then
venturing into sports writing.
Attending
UGA’s journalism school launched her career in public relations, which included
an internship with the Atlanta Flames NHL hockey team. With the encouragement
of a writers group on twitter—WritersThatChat—This Piece of My Heart, a hockey
romance, and the first book in Robyn’s series Clearing the Ice was published
May 2016. The second book in the series, This Piece of My Soul, introduces the
Tampa Suns professional hockey team.
Besides
writing, Robyn’s passions include following the New York Rangers, NASCAR, and
the Atlanta Braves; splitting time between homes in Atlanta and Palm Coast, and
visiting Paris as often as possible. Two brilliant Westies rule both homes.
As do
many writers, Robyn chooses to write using a pseudonym—hers is a combination of
her sons’ names, a contribution from her youngest nephew.
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