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Second Chances Are
Chances Are book 2
The
ghost of his past keeps Aaron “Chance” Dumont from settling into his new
relationship with Rory. Tired of coming in second place to a memory, Rory
fights back in his own way with tragic results. Realizing that second chances
in life are rare, Chance finally makes a decision…and then the past walks
through his door.
EXCERPT
Into
my bar, at ten o'clock on a Saturday night strolled a man I'd thought I never
would see again. I sat up a little straighter and my hand clenched so tight
around my snifter of whiskey I was surprised it wasn't immediately crushed.
There was no mistaking the miserable bastard.
If I
hadn't recognized the fine black hair, straight and newly streaked with silver
at the temples, if the blue eyes hadn't pierced my soul to the quick in a
brutal assault, if the tall lanky figure weren't so very familiar, I'd still
have known him.
Because
my body recognized him. My heart raced, my blood heated, and the dick that had
been completely un-swayed by Rory's charm the other day hammered against the
zip of my jeans in immediate demand.
His
gaze swept the room and a silent hush seemed to follow in its wake. Blue eyes
settled on me, and he strode confidently forward. I remembered every tiny
detail of his face: thin aquiline nose, narrow lips, tight jaw. When his eyes
met mine they heated and sparkled and I fought to stay still, to stay on my stool.
Leaping up and running forward to embrace my ex wasn't going to happen.
He
stopped at Rory's stool next to me, and I shouldn't have been surprised when
his hand fell on my thigh. I was proud of the fact that I neither jumped nor
flinched when a thin fingered hand squeezed my thigh through my jeans. I didn't
have the strength to push him away—never that, but I didn't react the way he
thought I would, and I marked that up as a point in favor of my having learned
at least some of the harsh lessons this guy had taught me.
The
heat of his touch disturbed me; the equilibrium his very appearance had thrown
off balance spun out of control. I heaved a deep, relieved breath when he broke
eye contact with me and turned to Gerry. "I'll take a scotch on the
rocks."
Gerry
nodded, and I could see the curiosity in his youthful face, but I didn't have
the wherewithal to explain. Instead I gathered enough of my inner reserves to
speak. "Cannon. Long time."
He
sat on the stool and smiled at me. "I’m divorced. And out. Told my family.
Hazel was justifiably upset, hence the divorce. Craig didn't give a shit; he
still hates me and probably always will. Seth... Seth wants to meet you."
That
last bit caught me taking a steadying sip from my glass and ended with me
choking on it. "What?"
He
ignored my question while I took another fortifying drink. "Told my
bosses. Turns out as long as I'm not flirting with the patients on the
operating table, they don't care. Or can't legally care, which amounts to the
same thing in the long run."
"Cannon..."
What the fuck?
"Those
were the things you asked of me, Aaron. You said when I was single and out to
come and find you. Here I am." He stared at me expectantly.
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I loved this! Very different for you but just as good as all the rest!
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DeleteThanks, Cathy! I wanted to try something different, and Chances Are fit the bill!