Single mom of three, Sierra Montgomery is desperate to find a new job to keep from having to move back home and be smothered to death by her mother's good intentions and overbearing love. So when Sierra inherits Chance, a quirky old gelding she doesn't have a clue what to do with, she thinks her best bet may be to sell the horse to cover another month's rent-a decision that devastates her children.
Enter Ross Morgan, a handsome landscaper who just happens to have an empty barn and fenced pasture, perfect for an old horse to live out his days as the pet of three wounded kids. Ross develops a soft spot for eldest child Braden and he just might have one for Braden's mother. But what he doesn't have is time for distractions—he's got a landscaping business to run and nursery plants to tend.
But Sierra has a secret. She's terrified of horses and—thanks to her past—wary of attractive men. Yet seeing the way her angry son idolizes Ross and adores that old horse forces Sierra to confront her fears. Will she remain distrustful and self-reliant, or will she seek help from God and those who love her?
About the Author
Sherri Sand is a wife and mother of four young children who keep her scrambling to stay ahead of the spilled milk. She holds a degree in psychology from the University of Oregon, and currently resides with her family in the beautiful Pacific Northwest.
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LEAVE IT TO Chance
By Sherri Sand
David C. CookCopyright © 2008 Sherri Sand
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"A horse? Mom, what am I going to do with a horse?" Just what she and the kids did not need. Sierra Montgomery sagged back against her old kitchen counter, where afternoon sunlight dappled the white metal cabinets across from her. She pressed the phone tight against her ear, hoping she'd heard wrong, as her four-year-old son, Trevor, ate grapes at the kitchen table.
"Miss Libby wanted you to have it. I'd think you'd be delighted, what with the kids and all. You remember Sally, Miss Libby's daughter? Well, she just called and said it was all laid out in the will. None of their family could figure out who Sierra Lassiter Montgomery was until Sally remembered me from her mom's church. So she called and sure enough, you were my daughter." Sierra's mom tsked into the phone. "Well, you know how Sally is."
Sierra hadn't the foggiest how Sally was, or even who she was. She barely remembered Miss Libby from her Sunday school class eons ago.
"She acted pleased that her mother gave you the horse, but I could tell she was miffed. Though what Sally Owens would do with a horse, I'd like to know." Her mom's voice was tight and controlled as if they were discussing how to deal with black spot on her Old English roses.
"But I don't want a horse. You, of all people, should know that after what happened when—" How could her mom even suggest she get a horse? Painful pictures of her childhood friend Molly floated through her mind.
"Honey, accidents like that don't happen more than once in a lifetime. Besides, Miss Libby wouldn't have owned a crazy horse."
Sierra stared out the window where the school bus would soon release her most precious treasures. Her mom never had understood the resounding impact that summer day had made in her life.
"You really need to think of the kids and how much fun they'd have. It's not like you'd ever be able to afford to buy them one."
Sierra wished she were having this conversation with Elise rather than her mother. Her best friend would understand the danger she feared in horses, and in her humorous way come up with a sensible plan that would include not keeping the animal.
Her mom, on the other hand, lived life as if she were on one of those moving conveyors at the airport that people can step on to rest their feet yet keep moving toward their destination. As long as everyone kept traveling forward, she could ignore the emotional baggage dragging behind.
"I don't understand why Miss Libby would give the horse to me."
"You know how my bingo club visited the Somerset rest home every week? Well, Miss Libby's been there for years and she always did comment on how horse crazy you were when she taught your Sunday school class."
"Mom, that was a phase I went through when I was ten and found National Velvet and Black Beauty at the library. I haven't seen Miss Libby since middle school."
"Obviously you were special to Miss Libby. I'd think you might be a little more grateful."
Deep breath, Sierra told herself. "I am grateful." An errant grape rolled next to her toe. Trevor's blond head was bent, intent on arranging the fruit like green soldiers around the edge of his plate. Sierra tossed the grape into the sink and considered how to respond to her mom. She was a dear, but sometimes the woman was like dry kindling on a hot day, and one little spark. ... "I'm just not sure that owning a horse would be a wise move at this point in our lives."
The front door slammed and Sierra felt the walls shudder with the thud. The 3:00 p.m. stampede through the house meant it was time to get off the phone and determine how to get rid of a horse before the kids found out about it.
Her mom sighed. "It's too bad Sally won't keep the horse at her place for you, but she said her husband wants the horse gone. He wants to fill the pasture with sheep."
Sheep? A kitchen chair scraped over the linoleum as Trevor scooted back from the table and dashed for the living room. "Mommy's got a horse! Mommy's got a horse!" Wonderful. Little ears, big mouth.
Braden and Emory shot into the kitchen, bright eyes dancing in tandem. Their words tangled together in fevered excitement despite the fact that she was on the phone.
"Where is it?" Braden's eleven-year-old grin split his face, and his dark hair was rumpled and sweat streaked, likely from a fevered game of basketball during last recess.
She held a hand up to still the questions as her mom went on about the sheep that Sally's husband probably did not need.
"We have a horse?" Nine-year-old Emory, her blonde hair still neat in its purple headband, fluttered in front of her mom, delight and hope blooming on her face.
Despite the fear of horses building deep in Sierra's gut, her children's excitement was a little contagious. She wished Miss Libby had willed her a cat.
Sierra ran her hand down Emory's soft cheek and whispered. "I'll be off the phone in a minute, sweetie."
"Can we ride it?" Em looked at her with elated eyes.
Braden tossed his backpack on the table. "Where are we going to keep it?"
The kids circled her, jabbering with excited questions. Sierra rubbed her forehead with the tips of her fingers. "I gotta go, Mom. I've got to break some cowboy hearts."
The kids clamored around her, Braden taking the lead with an arm draped across her shoulder. When had he gotten so big? "Do we have a horse, Mom?" He asked the question with a lopsided grin, a foreshadow of the adolescence that had been peeking through lately. The preteen in him didn't truly believe they had a horse—he was old enough to realize the odds— but little-boy eagerness clung to his smile.
"That would be yes and a no."
"What? Mom!" he complained.
"I was given a horse, but we're not going to keep him."
Braden's arm slid off her shoulder, a scowl replacing his smile. "Why not?"
"Someone gave you a horse?" Emory ignored her brother's attitude and flashed her most persuasive grin. "Can we keep him? Please!"
Sierra smoothed her hand over the silky hair and leaned close to her daughter's face as Emory went on. "I think we should get four horses so we each have one. We could go trail riding. Cameron's mom has horses, and they go riding all the time as a family."
"We're not a family anymore," Braden cut in. "We stopped being a family when Mom divorced Dad."
A shard of pain drove into Sierra's gut. She hadn't had time to brace for that one. Braden's anger at the divorce had been building like an old steam engine lately.
"That's not fair!" Outrage darkened Emory's features. "It's not Mom's fault!"
Sarcasm colored Braden's voice. "Oh, so it's all Dad's fault?"
Sierra saw the confusion that swept over her daughter's face. She was fiercely loyal to both parents and didn't know how to defend them against each other.
Sierra spoke in a firm tone. "Braden, that's enough!"
He scowled at her again. "Whatever."
Sierra held his gaze until he glanced away.
"Guys, we're not going to play the blame game. We have plenty to be thankful for, and that's what is important."
Braden's attitude kept pouring it on. "Boy, and we have so much. Spaghetti for dinner every other night."
"So what, Braden-Maden!" Emory made a face and stuck her tongue out at him.
"No more fighting or you two can go to your rooms." Her kids were not perfect, but they used to like each other. Something had changed. Her gut said it was her ex-husband, Michael, but what if she was falling into the whole "blame the dad" thing herself? What if she was really the problem? Two weeks without a job had added stress and worry. Had she stopped hugging them as often in between scouring the want ads and trying to manage a home and bills?
"Mom?" There was a quaver in Trevor's soft voice.
"Yes, honey?" Sierra gave him a gentle smile.
"Can we keep the horse?"
Emory's blue gaze darted to meet hers, a plea in them. Braden sat with his arms crossed over his chest, but his ears had pricked up.
Sierra looked at them, wanting them to understand and knowing they wouldn't. "None of us know how to handle or care for a horse, so it wouldn't be safe to keep him."
Emory's face lit up. "Cameron's mom could teach us."
"Honey, it's not that simple. We can't afford an animal that big. He probably eats as much in groceries as we do, and it would be very expensive to rent a place for him to live."
"I could mow yards." Anger at his sister forgotten, Braden turned a hopeful face to her. "We could help out."
Emory jumped onto the working bandwagon. "Yeah. I could do laundry or something for the neighbors."
Braden drilled his sister a look that said idiot idea but didn't say anything.
Trevor bounced in his chair, eager to be a part of keeping the horse. "I could wash cars."
"Those are great ideas, but they won't bring in quite enough, especially since it's getting too cold to mow lawns or wash cars."
"You just don't want to keep the horse, Mom," Braden said. "I get it. End of story."
"Honey, I'd love for you to have a horse, but when I was young I had a friend—"
Emory spoke in a helpful tone. "We know. Grandma told us about the accident."
They knew? Wasn't the story hers to share? "When did Grandma tell you?"
Braden's voice took on a breezy air. "I don't know. A while ago. Come on, Mom. We're not going to do something dumb like your friend did."
Defensiveness rose inside. "She didn't do anything dumb. It was the horse that—"
"So because something bad happened to one person, your kids can never do anything fun for the rest of their lives."
Sierra gave him a look. "Or you learn from your mistakes and help your kids to do the same."
Braden rolled his eyes at her.
Worry drew lines across her daughter's forehead. "Are you going to sell him?"
"Yes, Em. So we're not going to discuss this anymore. You and Braden have homework to do." At the chorus of groans she held her hands up. "Okay, I guess I'll have to eat Grandma's apple pie all by myself."
Braden grabbed his backpack and slowly dragged it across the floor toward the stairs, annoyance in his voice. "We're going." Emory trotted past him up the stairs.
Trevor remained behind, one arm wrapped around her thigh. "I don't have any homework."
She squatted and pulled him in for a hug. "Nope, you sure don't, bud."
He leaned back. "Do I get a horse?"
Sierra distracted him by inching her fingers up his ribs. "What, Trev?"
He tried to talk around his giggles. "Do I get—Mom!" Her fingers found the tickle spots under his arms and he laughed, his eyes squinted shut and mouth opened wide. She found all his giggle spots, then turned on Sesame Street as the second distraction. Good old Bert and Ernie.
Now what? She had roughly forty-five minutes to figure out how she was going to get rid of a horse and not be a complete zero in her kids' eyes.
She eyed the phone and made her next move. Five minutes later a white Mazda whipped into her driveway. Sierra hurried out the front door waving her arms to stop Elise before she could start her ritual honking for the kids.
Wide eyed, her platinum blonde friend stared, one long plum-colored nail hovering above the "ooga" horn on the dash. "What?"
"I don't want the kids to know you're here."
Wicked delight spread across her perfectly made-up face. Light plum shadow matched her nails. Tomorrow, both eye shadow and nails could be green. "Let me guess! Mr. Pellum asked you out!"
"Nooooo!" Mr. Pellum was a teacher Sierra and Elise had had a crush on in seventh grade.
"Ummm ... you robbed a bank and need me to watch the kids while you fly to Tahiti?"
Sierra gave her a mock-serious look. "Done?"
Elise tilted her head. "Can I get out of the car?"
Sierra glanced toward the house. All was still silent. "Yes, you may."
Deadpan, Elise nodded and opened the door. "Then I'm done for now." Her plump body, swathed in a creamy suit with a purple scarf draped across one shoulder, rose gracefully from the small two-seater.
Sierra closed the door for her, then leaned against it. Elise had a way of removing the extraneous and reducing a problem down to the bare essentials. "Elise, I'm in a predicament."
"Hon, I've been trying to tell you that for years."
Sierra shook her head. "I don't think you could have seen this one coming even with your crystal ball."
Elise gave her the spinster teacher look through narrowed eyes. "I don't think I like the implications of that."
Sierra held her hands out. "You are the queen of mind-reading, according to my children."
Elise chuckled. "It's a good thing I was just headed out for a latte break when you called. Now what's the big emergency?" She owned a high-end clothing store for plus-sized women in downtown Eugene.
Elise glanced around as if one or two might be lurking behind a tree. "A herd of them or just one?"
"One. Full-sized. Living and breathing."
"I believe I'm missing some pieces here. Is it moving in with you? Holding one of the children hostage? What?"
Sierra breathed out a slight chuckle and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "You're not going to believe this, but I inherited it."
Her friend's eyes grew wide, emphasizing the lushly mascaraed lashes. "Like someone died and gave you their horse?"
Sierra nodded, raising her brows. "And the kids want to keep him."
Furrows emerged across Elise's forehead. "Who is the idiot that told them about the horse?"
Sierra tilted her head with a look that only best friends could give each other.
Elise's perfectly painted lips smirked. "Moving along, then. Why don't you keep it? The kids would love it. Heaven knows they deserve it." She clapped her hands together. "Oh, oh! They could get into 4-H, and Braden could learn to barrel race. That kid would think he'd won the jackpot. Emory and Trevor could get a pig or some of those show roosters."
Sierra let the idea machine wind down. "I don't think so."
"No farm animals."
Elise's mouth perked into humorous pout. "Sierra, you're such a spoilsport. Those kids need a pet."
"A hamster is a pet. A horse is not."
Diva Elise took the stage, hands on her ample hips. "Don't tell me you didn't want a horse growing up. Remember, I was the one who had to sit and watch National Velvet with you time ad nauseam. You've said yourself that Braden needs something to take his mind off the problems he's having at school and with his dad."
Guilt, a wheelbarrow load of it, dumped on Sierra. "You are supposed to be helping me, Elise, not making it worse. I want to get rid of this horse and ..." her eyes dodged away from her friend, " ... you know."
"Mmm-hmm. And still look like Super Mom in your children's eyes."
Sierra nodded, but couldn't find the nerve to say yes.
"Sierra Montgomery, those children have been to heck and back in the last couple years and you're willing to deny them the pleasure of owning their own free horse because ... because of what?"
Sierra stared at the ground for a moment, feeling a tangle of emotions rise within. She let her eyes rest on Elise's and said quietly, "Fear? Terror? Hysteria?"
A look of puzzlement, then understanding settled on Elise's face, smoothing away the annoyance. "Molly."
Sierra nodded. "I won't put my children in that kind of danger."
Elise leaned forward and grabbed Sierra's hands, holding them tight. "Oh, hon. That was a long time ago. Don't let your life be ruled by the what-ifs. There's a lot of living left to do. And your kids need to see you taking life by storm, taking chances, not hiding in the shadows."
"That's easy for you to say. You were voted most likely to parachute off the Empire State Building."
Elise gave her a cheeky grin, both dimples winking at her. "We could do it tandem!"
"If you see me jump off the Empire State Building you'll know my lobotomy was successful, because there is no way in this lifetime you'll catch this body leaving good sense behind!" Sierra heard the words come from her own mouth and stared at her friend in wonder. "Oh, my gosh. That was so my mom."
"It was bound to happen, hon."
Was she serious? "You think I'm turning into her?" Sierra brought a hand to her throat and quickly dropped it. How many times had she seen her mom use the same gesture?
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Her mom calls Sierra Montgomery to tell her she just inherited an old horse from Miss Libby. Sierra explains to her mom that she is struggling to feed and shelter her three children so what is she going to do with a horse after losing her job and her ex philandering spouse¿s child support checks bounce higher than a basketball. She hides the fact that horses frighten her------------------- Although her kids want to take a Chance on the aptly named horse, Sierra decides she must sell the ancient steed. However, she fails to close the deal so her mom finds a place where Chance can stay and even buys his feed. The stable owner, landscaper Ross Morgan offers to buy Chance from Sierra, but something about the horse makes her hesitate especially since her oldest child raging Braden has found a friend in the horse and in Ross who becomes the father the lad desperately needs at this time. While Ross and Sierra are attracted to one another, both agree the kids come first, Chance second and then them.------------------- This is an engaging inspirational family drama in which a mother and her three kids feel abandoned by God and a rat of a husband-father until Chance and then Ross come into their lives. The key to this enjoyable tale is the ensemble cast is full blooded with issues and doubts that make them seem real (can¿t say human as Chance is quite a title character). Fans will appreciate Sherri Sand¿s fine tale of a horse leading people to each other and back to God, who has time for everyone.------------- Harriet Klausner
Enjoyed this one! Loved watching the characters grow, and what a sweet story--nice mix of drama, romance, faith, and family.
Ive read this book on my nook and when it came to Serria and Ross kissing i kinda chinkened out at that point. But i really think that it was a good book on how she wrote it it seems to me shes like a pro at what shes doing.And when i first read the book i couldnt let go of my book,the waythat all the chacters all cared for each other just shows to me and everyone elese who read it would understand that and is why i posted this note to let youll know it is a great book and i do recommed this book to mostly everyone and how she wrote it as i said i kinda chickened out at the point when Serria and Ross kissed but anyway it was a great book it kinda inspired me to want to horse back and to me its great i do recommed it fo everyone really
This is a great read about the love for a horse brings a family together
This is a good, easy read. As the parent of a 4-H'er in a horse club, I love how they bring 4-H into the story. I really like how realistic the characters are as well.
Great depth and humor taught good life lessons
This book is an amazing story about a mother raising her kids by herself, with the help of her mother and finding true love. A must read book!
Sierra Montgomery is the single mother of three. Life is a struggle, financially and emotionally. She has a strong support group in her friends and mom, who they live with. One of her major struggles is her belief yet doubt in God. She inherits of all things, a horse named Chance. Ross Morgan a landscaper lets Chance stay at his farm and helps Sierra¿s son Braden train the horse. Chance helps her to believe, love and cope with life. Leave It To Chance is a great Christian read. Sherri Sand cleverly mixes humor and a strong plot to entertain and uplift readers. I could not put this book down. Sand¿s style is easy to read, inspiring and very enjoyable.
The story centers around a single mom of 3 named Sierra Montogomery. She is struggling emotionally (because of her husband's betrayal and divorce) and financially (loss of her job and her husband's support checks are bouncing) then she finds out she has inherited a horse name Chance. Great...just what she needs. Her kids really want the horse and because of so much disappointment in their lives of late Sierra struggles with a decision to keep or sell the horse. Her fear that something will happen to her children, like happened to her friend growing up, helps her decide to sell. After the deal falls through her mother finds a place to board chance and buys his hay. The place just happens to be owned by one very handsome fellow, landscaper/rancher named Ross Morgan. They are attracted to one another at first meeting and her oldest boy takes to Ross right away. Will the scars of the past prevent Sierra from allowing her budding feelings for Ross to grow? Will she continue to be distrustful and count only on herself or will she learn to to seek God's help and allow those who love her to help? This was such a GREAT story. I found ALL the characters so endearing. They were so well drawn that it was as if they were my friends too. I loved Sierra and her humor. Everyone liked her and you can see why. Ross was a great hero and Sid felt like he was a favorite uncle. I'm sure lots of us could identify with having a mom like Sierra's. She was great!
Sierra inherits a horse named Chance. She is divorced with 3 kids and a fear of horses. Enter Ross, a landscaper with a barn and pasture, and the story really gets interesting from there. Very good!
A 250 page free Christian romance book of a divorcee with three children who no longer trusts God, so no longer trusts and lets the fear she developed in childhood dictate her life and those of her children in the name of protection. A little humor, lots of drama, angst, and tears.
This story kept you wanting to read. Loved it!
I enjoyed this book. It is the perfect easy read for lazy summer days or while you are traveling and looking for a good story to pass the time.