Fate Buchanan just wants to escape the constraints of her old life. After checking her mother into rehab and catching her fiancé with her maid of honor the night before their wedding, she ran. Angry and hurt, she’s aching to do something reckless.
Dean Maxwell is having one last summer of freedom before taking over his family’s multi-billion dollar medical conglomerate. When he sees a beautiful woman running down the beach alone after dark, he knows it’s not safe. So he does something impulsive.
When their paths cross unexpectedly after a night of unbridled passion, neither of them can forget the memory of the affair they shared. What began as one night is about to become a whole lot more.
*While part of the Second Chance series, this novel is a standalone.
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Caisey Quinn lives in Birmingham, Alabama with her husband, daughter, and other assorted animals. She is the author of several New Adult Romance novels featuring country girls finding love in unexpected places. She is currently working on Girl in Love, the third and final book in the Kylie Ryans series. You can find her online at www.caiseyquinnwrites.com.
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What the hell?
Shame and embarrassment held Fate down for a few more seconds. Then rage picked her up.
“Goddamn, motherfucking bastard!” She was alone, but she yelled the curses out anyway. Her wine glass was close enough to empty, so she gave in to the urge to throw it. The beautiful glittering shatter of glass offered only a mild relief.
Now the asshole had gone and made her waste wine.
She pulled herself together, using nearby paper towels to clean up. There was a use for Bounty she’d bet advertisers hadn’t thought of. She was fully prepared to storm outside and give Dean a piece of her mind when she saw him sitting alone on the shoreline.
He looked so…lost. She remembered that feeling.
“Why are you this way, you beautiful, mixed-up man?” she whispered against the closed door. “Who did this to you?”
She’d been hurt too. She’d been damn near destroyed actually. But being with Dean made her feel as if she were coming back to life. Until he retreated from her immediately after every single time she thought they’d made progress. Being with her seemed to be making him feel worse somehow. But why?
The only person who could answer that apparently wanted to be alone at the moment and as far from her as he could get.
Instead of going outside to yell at him, she sat on the couch and watched him through the glass doors. After a while, the sun disappeared, pulling the last vestiges of pinkish-orange daylight with it into the ocean.
“If only you’d tell me what was wrong,” she muttered. “Maybe I could fix you.”
Therein lied the problem. She’d learned with Trevor. And Melissa.
You couldn’t fix broken people. You could only hope that they valued you enough to try and be the best version of themselves that they could. No one had fixed her. Well, maybe Gwen had a little. But the majority of the healing hadn’t come from the words or actions of anyone else. It had come from picking herself up and surviving day after day.
But you had to be able to admit that you were broken to begin with.
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