Restoring Our Chanceby Alexa Michaels
Publication date: May 29th, 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
What if your next patient is an old love, who you haven’t heard from in ten years?
Any other woman would have turned and run the other way the moment they saw Logan Peterson—after what he did, he would deserve it.
The thing is, I can’t walk away from him. And now we have to stay professional, because I am the only one who can help him. But there’s this undeniable pull between us—it’s what brought us together ten years ago and it could destroy us now.
Do I risk a second chance with him? Would it even work, especially since I kept a secret from him for ten years?
And they say love is supposed to be easy, right?
Restoring Our Chance is a second-chance romance featuring a gentlemanly alpha male and a bold, fiery heroine. It is currently a standalone in a soon to be larger series. No cheating. No cliffhangers. But will there be a happily ever after? Well, read it today to see if love can be restored!
***Author’s note: this book is intended for a mature audience in terms of content, language, and passionate happily ever afters!
Excerpt:
Her black pencil skirt hugged her curvy hips and I could tell her ass was just as plump and delicious as it had always been. Although her blouse was loose, I knew those perky breasts were in there somewhere. I wanted to go searching through the snowy white material until I freed them from the gauzy fabric. Samantha’s body was perfect, and I wasn’t the only one who thought so. I could see my case manager ogling her behind as she walked away from him. Although he was a big guy, I was bigger and undoubtedly meaner. I shot him a look, unleashing a fierce scowl at the bastard. And he shrugged, as if to explain that what he was doing was the normal guy thing to do. It might be normal to appreciate a fine woman, but this was no ordinary woman. This was my Sammy. Or at least, she had been.
I looked back to her face, panic bubbling in my chest at the thought: She’s here, but is she mine?
“Good to see you again,” she said, sticking her hand out as if she expected me to shake it.
I crossed my arms and glared down at her. She was a tall woman, and those exquisite heels—which she had tripped over when entering the room—made her even taller, but I could still look down my nose at her. “Is that how you greet an old friend?”
“We were never friends. You were my older brother’s friend, and because of that, I am not sure I am the right doctor for this case. There is a conflict of interest seeing as we have a history—”
“I think our history is exactly why it needs to be you,” I cut in.
I raised an eyebrow in challenge. If the court-appointed babysitter was not present, I might have kissed her then. The plan had been to take it slow and assess the situation, but now that I was back in her presence, all I could think about was picking right back up where we had left off. My dick loved that idea. Clearly my body would get the better of me if I was not careful. The moment she had tripped through that door—always one to make an entrance—the damn piece of wood had become rock hard and was threatening to break the seam of my pants. I was hoping she hadn’t noticed.
“You need a neutral party to do this properly. I am afraid I can’t be neutral.”
“Look, Sammy-Girl—”
She cut me off, suddenly in a well contained rage. There was a flash behind her eyes; those long fingers flew into the air to wave about. I saw that she was about to unleash a volley of emotions on me, but at the last second, she swallowed hard and her splayed fingers found her hips. With that professional demeanor back, the only tell she exhibited was her slightly raised voice and her sharp tone. Her words were laced with venom, something she probably didn’t display with most of her clients. “This is a professional mental health facility in a state of the art hospital, Mr. Peterson. You will address me as Dr. Bowers.”
“Okay, Dr. Sammy.” I chuckled to myself as her eyes grew wide and her nostrils flared.
I looked back to her face, panic bubbling in my chest at the thought: She’s here, but is she mine?
“Good to see you again,” she said, sticking her hand out as if she expected me to shake it.
I crossed my arms and glared down at her. She was a tall woman, and those exquisite heels—which she had tripped over when entering the room—made her even taller, but I could still look down my nose at her. “Is that how you greet an old friend?”
“We were never friends. You were my older brother’s friend, and because of that, I am not sure I am the right doctor for this case. There is a conflict of interest seeing as we have a history—”
“I think our history is exactly why it needs to be you,” I cut in.
I raised an eyebrow in challenge. If the court-appointed babysitter was not present, I might have kissed her then. The plan had been to take it slow and assess the situation, but now that I was back in her presence, all I could think about was picking right back up where we had left off. My dick loved that idea. Clearly my body would get the better of me if I was not careful. The moment she had tripped through that door—always one to make an entrance—the damn piece of wood had become rock hard and was threatening to break the seam of my pants. I was hoping she hadn’t noticed.
“You need a neutral party to do this properly. I am afraid I can’t be neutral.”
“Look, Sammy-Girl—”
She cut me off, suddenly in a well contained rage. There was a flash behind her eyes; those long fingers flew into the air to wave about. I saw that she was about to unleash a volley of emotions on me, but at the last second, she swallowed hard and her splayed fingers found her hips. With that professional demeanor back, the only tell she exhibited was her slightly raised voice and her sharp tone. Her words were laced with venom, something she probably didn’t display with most of her clients. “This is a professional mental health facility in a state of the art hospital, Mr. Peterson. You will address me as Dr. Bowers.”
“Okay, Dr. Sammy.” I chuckled to myself as her eyes grew wide and her nostrils flared.
Author Bio:
When Alexa isn't writing, she can be found with a book in her lap and a mug of coffee or glass of red wine within reach.
A native of the North Woods, Alexa is an avid lake-jumper, beach lounger, and sunshine lover.
Alexa is living a happily ever after with her own steamy hero. Together they have two fur-babies and would love a few more!
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