Second Chance Boyfriend (One Week Girlfriend Series #2)

Second Chance Boyfriend (One Week Girlfriend Series #2)

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by Monica Murphy

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From breakout author Monica Murphy comes the exhilarating conclusion to Drew and Fable’s story—the star-crossed young romance that began in One Week Girlfriend.
Lost. Everything in my life can be summed up by that one sickening word. My football coach blames me for our season-ending losses. So does the rest of the…  See more details below


From breakout author Monica Murphy comes the exhilarating conclusion to Drew and Fable’s story—the star-crossed young romance that began in One Week Girlfriend.
Lost. Everything in my life can be summed up by that one sickening word. My football coach blames me for our season-ending losses. So does the rest of the team. I wasted two whole months drowning in my own despair, like a complete loser. And I lost my girlfriend—Fable Maguire, the only girl who ever mattered—because I was afraid that being with me would only hurt her.
But now I realize that I’m the one who’s truly lost without her. And even though she acts like she’s moved on and everything’s fine, I know she still thinks about me just as much as I think about her. I know her too well. She’s so damn vulnerable, all I want to do is be there to help her . . . to hold her . . . to love her.
I just need her to give me one more chance. We may be lost without each other, but together, we’re destined to find a love that lasts forever.

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Random House Publishing Group
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One Week Girlfriend Series, #2
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5.68(w) x 7.84(h) x 0.73(d)

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Chapter 1

Sometimes you have to stand alone, just to make sure you still can.



Two months. I haven’t seen or heard from him in two freaking months. I mean, who does that to a person? Who spends the most intense week of his life with another human being and shares his most intimate thoughts, his craziest, darkest secrets, has sex with a person—and we’re talking amazing, earth-shattering sex—leaves her a note that says I love you, and then bails? I’ll tell you who.

Drew I’m-going-to-kick-him-in-the-balls-next-time-I-see-him Callahan.

I’ve moved on. Well, I tell myself that. But time doesn’t stop just because my heart does, so I take care of my responsibilities. I’ve stretched the three thousand dollars I earned for my one week of pretending to be the jerkwad’s girlfriend pretty well. I still have some money left in my savings account. I bought my brother, Owen, some cool Christmas gifts. I got my mom something for Christmas, too.

She didn’t buy either of us anything. Not one thing. Owen made me a shallow bowl he created in his ceramics class at school. He was so proud to give it to me. A little embarrassed, too, especially when I gushed over it. The kid wrapped it in bright Christmas paper and everything. I was blown away that he took the time to actually create something for me. I keep that bowl on my dresser and leave my earrings in it.

At least someone gives a crap about me, you know?

He didn’t give Mom anything. Which—shallow witch that I am—pleased me to no end.

January is supposedly a time of healing. New year, new goals, resolutions, whatever you want to call them, when a person should be hopeful with all that unchartered territory spread out before her. I tried my best to be positive when the new year came, but I cried. That clock struck twelve and I was all by myself, tears running down my face as I watched the ball drop on TV. Pitiful, lonely girl sobbing into her sweatshirt, missing the boy she loves.

Most of the month is gone, and that’s fine. But the realization hit me last night. Instead of dreading every single day that comes my way, I need to savor it. I need to figure out what I’m going to do with my life and then actually do it. I’d leave if I could, but I can’t ditch Owen. Without me, I have no idea what would happen to him and I can’t risk it.

So I stay. I vow to make the best of this life I have. I’m tired of living in misery.

I’m tired of feeling sorry for myself. I’m tired of wanting to shake my mom and make her see that she has children she should give two shits about. Oh, and that she also needs to find a job. Sleeping all day and partying all night with Larry the Loser isn’t the way to deal.

And I’m tired of mourning the loss of a beautiful, fucked-up man who haunts my thoughts everywhere I go.

Yeah, I’m most sick of that.

Pushing all mopey thoughts out of my head, I go to the booth where a customer’s waiting for me to take his order. He came in a few minutes ago, a blur of a tall man who moved quickly, dressed too nicely for a Thursday mid-afternoon jaunt to La Salle’s. The bar is hopping at night, full of college kids drinking themselves into oblivion. But during the day? Mostly bum losers who have nowhere else to go and the occasional person coming in for lunch. The burgers are decent, so they’re a draw.

“What can I get you?” I ask once I stop in front of the table, my head bent as I dig out my order pad.

“Your attention, maybe?”

His question—spoken in a velvety deep voice—makes me glance up from my notepad.

Into the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Bluer than Drew’s, if that’s possible.

“Um, sorry.” I offer him a tentative smile. He instantly makes me nervous. He is waaaay too good-looking. Like beyond gorgeous, with dark blond hair that falls over his forehead and classic bone structure. Strong jaw, sharp cheekbones, straight nose—he could’ve walked right off a billboard. “Are you ready to order?”

He smiles, revealing even white teeth, and I clamp my lips shut to prevent them from falling open. I didn’t know men could be this attractive. I mean, Drew is gorgeous—I can admit that even though I’m furious at him. But this guy . . . he puts all other men to shame. His face is too damn perfect.

“I’ll take a Pale Ale.” He flicks his chin at the tattered menu lying on the table in front of him. “Anything from the appetizer menu you can recommend?”

He must be joking. Beyond the burgers, I wouldn’t recommend any food La Salle’s serves to this ideal male specimen. Heaven forbid it might taint him. “What are you in the mood for?” I ask, my voice weak.

Lifting a brow, he picks up the menu and glances it over, his gaze meeting mine. “Nachos?”

I shake my head. “The beef is rarely cooked all the way.” More like it comes out with a pink tinge. So gross.

“Potato skins?” He winces.

I wince back. “So nineties, don’t you think?”

“How about the buffalo wings?”

“If you want to set your mouth on permanent fire. Listen.” I glance around, making sure no one—as in my boss—is nearby. “If you want something to eat, I suggest the café down the street. They have great sandwiches.”

He laughs and shakes his head. The rich, vibrant sound washes over me, warming my skin, followed quickly by a huge dose of wariness. I don’t react like this to guys. The only other one who could earn this sort of reaction from me is Drew. And he’s not around . . . so why am I still so hung up on him?

Maybe because you’re still in love with him, like some sort of idiot?

I shove the nagging little voice that pops up at the most inopportune times into the back of my brain.

“I like your honesty,” the man says, his cool blue gaze raking over me. “I’ll just take the beer, then.”

“Smart decision.” I nod. “I’ll be right back.”

I head toward the back and slip behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of Pale Ale, glancing up to catch the guy staring at me. And he doesn’t look away, either, which makes me feel uncomfortable. He’s not watching me like a pervert; he’s just very . . . observant.

It’s unnerving.

A trickle of anger flickers through me. Do I wear an invisible sign around my neck? One that says Hey, I’m Easy? Because I’m not. Yeah, I made a few mistakes, looking for attention in the wrong places, but it’s not like I dress with my tits or ass hanging out. I don’t put any sort of purposeful swing to my hips, nor do I thrust my chest out the way I see plenty of girls do.

So why does every guy I encounter seem to blatantly check me out like I’m a piece of meat?

Deciding I’ve had enough of his crap, I stride toward his table and set the beer in front of him with a loud clunk. I’m about to walk away without saying a word—screw the tip—when he asks, “So what’s your name?”

I glance over my shoulder. “What’s it matter to you?” Oh, I’m such a bitch! I could really piss this guy off and get myself fired. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

I’m almost as bad as my mom. She sabotaged her job with her drinking and awful attitude. At least I only have the bad attitude.

If I could kick my own ass, I would be doing so right now.

He smiles and shrugs, as if my smart-ass remark doesn’t faze him. “I’m curious.”

Turning fully, I face him, studying him as intently as he studies me. The long fingers of his right hand are wrapped around the neck of the beer bottle, his other arm resting on the scarred and scratched table. His entire manner is relaxed, easy, and my defenses slowly lower.

“It’s Fable,” I admit, bracing for the reaction. I’ve heard endless jokes and rude remarks about my name since I can remember.

But he doesn’t give me a hard time. His expression remains neutral. “Nice to meet you, Fable. I’m Colin.”

I nod, not knowing what else to say. He both puts me at ease and shakes me up, which leaves me confused. And he definitely doesn’t fit in at this bar. He’s dressed too nice and has an air of authority about him that borders on entitlement, as if he’s above it all—and he probably is. He reeks of class and money.

But he’s not acting like an ass and he should, I’ve been so rude to him. He brings the beer bottle to his lips, taking a drink, and I watch unabashedly. He’s handsome. He’s arrogant. And he’s trouble.

I don’t want anything to do with him.

“So, Fable,” he says once he’s downed half his beer. “Can I ask you a question?”

Shuffling my feet, I glance around the bar. No one’s paying us any attention. I could probably stand here and talk to Colin the mysterious customer for fifteen minutes and no one would protest. “Sure.”

“Why is a woman like you working in a shit bar like this?”

“Why is a guy like you ordering a beer in a shit bar like this?” I retort, momentarily insulted. But then I realize . . . he’s complimenting me. And he referred to me as a woman. No one ever does that. I don’t do that.

He tips his beer at me, as if offering a toast. “Touché. Would you be surprised if I said I came in here looking for you?”

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Second Chance Boyfriend 4.5 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 235 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What a great follow up book to One Week Girlfriend. There were ups and downs, some stressful situations and then the HEA. Loved Fable and Drew's story and how the author let us see their thoughts/views within the story. I am also glad that the book finished rather than leave us with a cliffhanger(too many authors are going that way). However, if the author Monica Murphy deems it worthy, she can include them in further books about some other characters in this book: Owen's story or Jen/Colin's relationship?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great story from beginning to end...I love how it didnt take the entire book for them to get back together and how much love and support they had for each other...wonderful, just absolutely wonderful...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved the second book as much as the first! I would love to read jen's story now.. ;)
lilwomn More than 1 year ago
Second book to One week girlfriend. The first book was better, but this tied up the loose ends well. As stated, both are easy reads to pass the time. Not too racy, wouldn't make you blush in public.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My favorite kind of love story....boy is imperfect but humble and girl is strong and imperfect. Great book
Shawnta More than 1 year ago
This book is written for teens but it's a pretty good read!  Lots of drama but she ended it well!
kelly-va More than 1 year ago
Wow. This book is as good as the first, if not better. Must read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well written....5 stars
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I like the story. Andrew comes from a screwed up family. His stepmother molested him when he was young. But he learned how to straighten himself and void his step mom. Then he met fable who also grew up in messed up family. She has a bad reputation as a slut, but she a very good person. She takes care of her little brother, fable accepted andrew, understand him and tries to help him deal with his past. As andrew tries to help her do the same. I like the story.....
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Daunlovesromance More than 1 year ago
Excellent!! I love this series.  Watching Drew and Fable overcome all the obstacles while finding out what true love makes this book one of the best love stories I have read.  Read One Week Girlfriend first before this one so you can see who the characters are and what their lives are all about.
mamalovestoread22 More than 1 year ago
This book is the conclusion to Drew and Fable's story and it is as equally amazing as the first book. Highly recommend it too!
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Readergirl_Revus More than 1 year ago
I really connected with the first book in this small series, and this second book solidified it for me.  I love the characters in this story.  They are so real, and deal with such real and emotional issues that I just couldn't help but to love them. Fable is one of my favorite characters, because she is strong, proud, and determined.  I love how hard she works to provide a life for her brother, including being an adult long before it was her time to do so.  She's one of those people that will make a way for herself, whether she has one or not.  It will happen.  That determination is admirable.  She also has plenty of room in her heart to care for others.  The way she forgives Drew, and supports him in his struggles is sweet and caring.  I just loved her. Then there's Drew. I fell in love with this character in the first book, and he grabbed my heart even harder in this book.  I felt so sorry for what has happened to him, and for what he's still having to deal with.  But I love the fact that in this book, he's not just wallowing in his struggles, he is trying to actively get help, deal with it, put it behind him.  I also love the new level that he went to in his love for Fable.  He is willing to step up, be what she needs, help her and her brother out.  The way these two grew together in this story was sweet and poignant, and also hot. There were a couple shockers in this story that I wasn't expecting, and they really amped up the conflict quite a bit.  In the end, I think things concluded exactly as they were supposed to.  There was one area left up in the air for me, which I would have liked having just a bit more closure to, but it wasn't enough to detract from the story or ruin anything for me. The writing was serious, emotional, and kept me caring about these characters until the end.  This was a really good story that I enjoyed immensely.  
sissie2 More than 1 year ago
Good Book
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I freakin' love this series! The characters are believable and magnetic.
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AustenStudent More than 1 year ago
The second novel in the new adult One Week Girlfriend series by Monica Murphy. There is a lot of angst in this novel and, if it wasn’t a romance with a guaranteed happy ending, I would probably not have read it. Drew and Fable are so young to know such emotional pain but they are both beautiful people and you are assured it will turn out all right in the end. My heart hurt at times to read their love story. Fable’s new boss, Colin—who is featured in the next book in the series, Three Broken Promises—sees her potential where she just sees a paycheck to pay the rent and take care of her younger teenaged brother, Owen. Drew comes from money and his father has his own stereotypes about Fable, who he sees as working class. Drew only sees Fable’s kindness, strength, and beauty. The love between Fable and Owen is lovely and poignant to read. He defends her when he thinks Drew hurts her and she in turn demands the most from Owen. They are all each other has as their mother has definitely checked out of their lives. This entire book is told in the first person point of view, alternating between Drew and then Fable’s perspectives. But then we get a surprise point of view in the villain, Adele, Drew’s horrid and extremely misguided stepmother. The sex is very graphic but it is sensually and tastefully portrayed. Murphy aptly evokes the strong and often overwhelming emotions of first love and that first mad rush of romantic feeling. I look forward to more in this series and also to reading more by this writer to watch.
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