Only Chance
Chisholm Falls Series
Book Two
Trish Arcangelo
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Date of Publication: 8/31/18
ISBN: 9781386217381
Number of pages: 147
Word Count: 46,351
Cover Artist: Diana Carlile
Tagline: This old flame still burns hot….
Book Description:
Fallon Gentry is back in her hometown after leaving an affluent life in Dallas, and her cheating ex-husband, behind. She's ready to start over, even if that means dealing with the pain of her first love's betrayal left buried in the past.
Lucas Chance is a working class guy leading a simple life. He plays the part of the town ladies' man but deep down he's still reeling from old wounds, namely a heart shattered when the only woman he ever loved walked away.
They're both shocked when Fallon unknowingly shows up on Lucas's duplex door step, looking to rent the unit next door. Lucas is too intrigued to tell her no and Fallon is too desperate for a place to live. There's also the blazing attraction still between them. Now as landlord and tenant, Fallon and Lucas battle their feelings.
Will they discover the truth behind what drove them apart and take their only chance at true love?
Excerpt:
She knocked on
the door. “Lucas?”
the door. “Lucas?”
The door opened
and an arm shot out. Before she knew it
she was pulled inside and the door slammed shut with her back against it. The bank bag and paper slipped from her hand
as he caged her in.
and an arm shot out. Before she knew it
she was pulled inside and the door slammed shut with her back against it. The bank bag and paper slipped from her hand
as he caged her in.
“Where’s
Laurel?” he rasped.
Laurel?” he rasped.
“I-in the
bathroom.”
bathroom.”
“Good,” he said,
moments before his lips covered hers.
moments before his lips covered hers.
He didn’t touch
her anywhere but on her lips, his hands braced against the door on either side
of her head and his rigid body inches from hers. Somehow that only made it hotter. The
intensity of that one contact was like a lightning strike, incinerating all
rational thought. There was nothing but
the wicked mouth of the only man she’d wanted for as long as she’d wanted.
her anywhere but on her lips, his hands braced against the door on either side
of her head and his rigid body inches from hers. Somehow that only made it hotter. The
intensity of that one contact was like a lightning strike, incinerating all
rational thought. There was nothing but
the wicked mouth of the only man she’d wanted for as long as she’d wanted.
Her lips and
tongue submitted to his, following his lead as his mouth devoured her. God, how she missed this. Tears stung the backs of her eyes at the
acute need, the longing. She reached for
him.
tongue submitted to his, following his lead as his mouth devoured her. God, how she missed this. Tears stung the backs of her eyes at the
acute need, the longing. She reached for
him.
Lucas broke the
kiss. “Don’t.”
kiss. “Don’t.”
Her eyes
fluttered open. “W-what?”
fluttered open. “W-what?”
“If you touch
me, I’ll lose it.” His voice was husky
and warm, the sound of sin. “Why do you
think I’m keeping my hands to myself?
It’s so I don’t take you right here.”
me, I’ll lose it.” His voice was husky
and warm, the sound of sin. “Why do you
think I’m keeping my hands to myself?
It’s so I don’t take you right here.”
Fallon felt
dizzy with want, leaning in. “But, can’t
we just---”
dizzy with want, leaning in. “But, can’t
we just---”
“I’ve been
sitting in here all night thinking about what that asshole told me,” Lucas
interrupted, leaning down to capture her eyes with his. “Did you really call out for me, Duchess? All
those nights, lying next to him?”
sitting in here all night thinking about what that asshole told me,” Lucas
interrupted, leaning down to capture her eyes with his. “Did you really call out for me, Duchess? All
those nights, lying next to him?”
Her brain was
screaming at her to lie. To remember why
she was here and the implications of her next words. But the rest of her was still a quivering
mass of pent up desire. A younger woman
who wanted only to please the man in front of her. Her love.
“Yes,” she whispered. “All the
time. I dreamed about you.”
screaming at her to lie. To remember why
she was here and the implications of her next words. But the rest of her was still a quivering
mass of pent up desire. A younger woman
who wanted only to please the man in front of her. Her love.
“Yes,” she whispered. “All the
time. I dreamed about you.”
About the Author:
Trish published her first book in 2015 and is currently working on her Chisholm Falls contemporary romance series. A native Texan, Trish lives just outside Austin with her incredibly supportive husband and their incredibly spoiled dog. She’s been an avid romance fiction reader since she was a teenager and still devours as many romance novels as she can when she’s not writing. Her other loves include (in no particular order): warm weather, red wine, dogs, trivia, and Halloween.
Learn more at www.trisharcangelo.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/trisharcangelo
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