Second Chance

Second Chance

by Martha O’Sullivan

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Everything was fine until Brian Rembrandt came back to town. Lindsay Foster was finally getting her life back together and planning a future with the ever-indulging Paul Webster. How dare Brian think he could waltz back into her life and pick up where they left off! But he does. And that’s a problem.

Because Brian is used to getting what he wants. So when Lindsay won’t come to him, he goes to her. But little do they know that the torrid night they share puts a lot more than Lindsay’s impending marriage in jeopardy. It alters the course of four lives forever.

Reader Alert! Lindsay’s stable of lovers could be counted on one hand, but Brian was by far the best of the bunch, she reminded herself as his cock met her soaking center. Caution! Makeup/reunion sex is white hot, especially when both parties have been celibate for a year!

To My Readers: Everybody loves a good, old-fashioned love triangle. I am no exception. We’ve all had that internal debate with the voices inside our head. The louder one tells us to go the safe route, take the long view. But what happens if we take a chance listen to the other one? Come with me and find out.

Book Excerpt:
“You missed your flight.”
Lindsay’s hand froze on the door handle and after counting to five to collect herself, she replied neatly, “I left you a message.”
“Your message thanked me for the flowers. It said nothing about the flight. Or the weekend.”
The steel blue eyes staring back at her were as cold as the choppy gray peaks pummeling the shore. “I thought you understood. I couldn’t come.”
“You said you’d think about it.”
“And I did,” she attested, lifting her chin. “I decided it wasn’t a good idea.”
“I disagree.” Brian braced his hands against the door jam, trapping her between his arms, and spoke in a low growl. “Do you know how hard it was for me to get a flight on a Friday afternoon in July?”
She sucked a breath. “No.”
“I had to buy my way on or wait until morning. Luckily, I found an entrepreneurial minded college kid who likes to drive.” Straddling her, he paused for a moment and then asked, “Do you know why I did that?”
Lindsay merely gulped.
“Because I was already at the airport,” he went on trenchantly. “And I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to do this.” Breath hitching, he crushed his lips to hers. They were white hot. Burning as intensely as the fire he’d stirred within her. Resistance glimmered, dulled, then dissipated in her mind. Instead her arms linked around his neck and she melted into the heat. He tasted rugged, felt rough, like the end of a long day. Their mouths collided, parted, rejoined, until they found that familiar crescendo and began the climb. The flame caught, flickered, combusted, as Brian’s tongue snarled with hers and his hands combed her back. And then a flare began to kindle in another chasm, deep within her. Even through the denim, Brian was rising to meet it, fill it. Rigid against her, he released her mouth and buried his face in her hair.
“When I told you I wasn’t giving up so easily this time, I meant it.” He stepped out of her embrace and taking her hands in his, demanded, “Should I leave?”
His eyes had softened to make room for his heart, she realized. And she could deny hers no longer. Throat swelling, she shook her head from side to side.
The corners of Brian’s mouth curved, but his expression remained tight. “Then we need to get something straight. If I come in, I’m going to stay,” he informed her in a disturbingly reasonable voice. “And if I stay, I’m going to make love to you all night long.”
She should tell him to go. Ignore the ripples in her stomach, the way her heart was chasing them. But she prompted, “Promise?”
He pushed away the sun-streaked tendrils that had fallen into her face. “Promise.”
Pine cones fell across the asphalt and autumn’s forgotten leaves danced on the grass as he opened the door and led her up the stairs. Telling rain began beating against the roof as he laid her on the bed. Sitting next to her, he swept his fingertips across her lips. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. Even you.”
“Show me,” she put out in a husky voice.
Brian was as hard as she was wet, Lindsay discovered as he rolled on top of her. And she couldn’t wait until that billowing cock was in between her legs. She whispered his name as his tongue meandered up and down her throat,

Product Details

BN ID: 2940148803621
Publisher: Red Sage Publishing, Incorporated
Publication date: 09/01/2013
Series: Chances Trilogy , #1
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
File size: 523 KB

About the Author

Martha O’Sullivan has loved reading romance novels for as long as she can remember. So much so she would sometimes continue the story in her head long after the last chapter was read! Writing her own novels is the fulfillment of a lifelong dream for this stay-at-home mom. She lives her own happy ending in Tampa, Florida with her husband and two daughters.

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Second Chance 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book!! Love this author's writing!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Martha O'Sullivan is an up and coming romance author I recommend following. I have read the first two books of her Chances Trilogy and have been very impressed with her writing skills, imagination and her ability to write provocative prose. I highly recommend giving all three of her books a read. The last book of the trilogy is titled Last Chance and is due out November 1 I think!