Carol Reigh
Second Fiddle is the story of Cydney Brown whose whirlwind courtship and marriage to a wealthy musician from New York take her far away from the simple life she knew growing up on a farm in Northern Wisconsin.
Her experiences are exciting and unique and her naivety puts her in some curious situations. She learns to love the hustle and bustle that big city living offers but when her life and marriage become complicated she finds refuge in going home to her roots to sort things out.
A certain family member thinks Cydney needs help finding happiness, which adds a bit of intrigue to the story.
Will fame and fortune cause Cydney to lose sight of her old fashioned family values or will she choose the trouble-free life she once knew on the family farm in Wisconsin?
Second Fiddle is a poignant and exciting love story!
Carol Reigh retired from a legal/executive secretary position in 2001. She has always had a passion for writing and began her manuscript in 2002. Her writing was put on hold to deal with a family health crisis. Second Fiddle, her first novel, was completed in 2006.
As a creative writing student, she enjoyed writing short stories, none of which she attempted to publish. Much later in life, Carol authored a quip and cook-book, which she self-published but distributed only to family and friends.
Carol is a Wisconsin native. She lives on the shores of beautiful Lake Butte des Morts near Oshkosh,Wisconsin with her husband, Steve. They have three sons and daughters-in-law and eight precious grandchildren.
Although Second Fiddle is fiction, some of the sights and sounds of Chicago, New York and Cancun are based on the author's real life experiences.
Carol hopes to begin work on another novel in the near future.
Chapter Thirty Three
David stirred. What was that sound? He was used to being alone in bed and something was different. Oh yeah! He smiled before he even opened his eyes. The room was bright so he knew it was morning. He forced open one eye and caught sight of the clock. Six twenty. Only six twenty? And what was that noise? He turned over, Cydney was gone. Still fighting grog, he leaned forward on his elbows and looked around. The bathroom door was ajar and he could now identify the sound. Cydney was taking a shower. Still naked, he tiptoed silently toward the bathroom. He could just make out her silhouette through the beveled glass and steam. She was humming softly. He yanked open the glass door and roared. Cydney screamed! Through the steam she couldn’t identify the intruder and tried to cover her breasts with her arms. He stepped into the shower. “Last night you were begging for me and now you scream at me?”
“Oh, God, David, you scared me!”
“Who did you think it was, Harland?” He laughed uncontrollably.
Chapter Forty One
Brock slammed the door of his truck and kicked, first at the dirt and then at the tire. His face was as red as the September sumac. He had shed his jacket when he left the church. Now he jerked at the bow tie and opened the neck of the shirt. Finally able to breathe and free of the god damn monkey suit!
He pounded the hood of the truck one more time, rolled up his sleeves and retrieved a bottle of rye whiskey from under the seat. Brock sat down beside his truck, the warm afternoon sun just starting to wan, and took a long pull on the bottle, the amber liquid burning its way to his belly. When did he first realize that he loved Cydney? Hell, he watched her grow up! He loved her from the get-go. Brock closed his eyes. He could see lanky arms and legs, a freckled nose giving way to a beautiful, graceful young woman.
