Title: Finding Me (Second Chances, #2.5)
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: May 24, 2016
Synopsis
I've always been lost . . .
Abandoned by a father who didn't want me. Cherished by a stepfather, though I wasn’t his. Shattered by a boy who swore he loved me.
But I belonged nowhere, to no one.
Then I met Owen, the sweet-talking hockey player who made me love him. He gave me the courage to trust in someone besides myself. He showed me a love I longed for.
When an unwanted ghost comes knocking on my door, my heartbreaking history threatens to repeat itself. But where do I turn if I lose everyone? And how do I find where I belong, when I’m still Finding Me?
Finding Me is a spinoff from the Second Chances series and can be read as a standalone.
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Excerpt
“Hey, Bella, right?” My pencil
dropped out of my hand as I jumped at the voice next to our table. That was the
second time today I caught myself gawking at Owen as he walked away. I studied
his ass so much, I’d memorized the fraying denim on his back pockets. Blinking
my leering eyes, I turned to a sort of familiar face.
“Yeah. I’m sorry but I don’t know
your name.”
“Paul. I’m in Intro to Psychology
with you.” Paul was cute in a non-mentionable type of way. With his dark
features and average build and height, he easily blended into a crowd—and my
psych class was over three hundred people. I spent most of that class feeling
like an ant.
“Oh, right.” I smacked my forehead
in faked recognition. “I’m sorry. That class is huge.”
Paul chuckled as he nodded. “It’s a
good thing Professor Brightman is interesting. It would suck for him to look
out and see three hundred people sleeping.” He let out a nervous laugh as he
gazed at me.
I smiled back. “I guess you’re
right. It’s hard to notice anything or anyone in those seats, though. I’m sure
people take naps in that class anyway.”
“Well,” Paul sighed as his eyes
dropped to the ground. “I noticed you. From pretty much the first day.”
“Oh,” I replied in a whisper. I was
only here on a study date, even though I almost let myself pretend it was more.
Paul seemed nice but, whether it was misplaced or not, my interest was in the
hockey player waiting by the barista. Should I force myself to flirt with Paul?
That wouldn’t be fair to either of us, but putting all my eggs in one
unattainable basket wasn’t exactly healthy either.
Paul grabbed the back of the chair
next to me and raised his eyebrows in question. “Can I sit? I’d love to get to
know the girl behind the pretty face.”
“Seat’s taken.” A southern growl
behind me made Paul’s face fall.
Owen placed my iced coffee and
straw in front of me as he glared at Paul.
Paul let out a long sigh and
nodded. “Sorry, Owen. I didn’t realize you were with Bella.”
“We’re on a study—”
“It’s cool, Paul. See you at
practice later.” Owen sat in his chair and scooted it closer to me.
Paul nodded and gave me a sheepish
smile before traipsing away.
Okay, what was
that? “You know Paul?”
He nodded without looking up. “He’s
one of the third line freshmen on the team. Doesn’t seem like a bad guy, I
guess.” With a sour face I wasn’t used to seeing, he dug into his bag and
pulled out a notebook. If I didn’t know better, I’d have said he was jealous. I
sucked in my bottom lip to fight the twitch of a satisfied smile.
“I don’t really know him. He’s in
my Intro to Psych class. Too many people in there to really know who anyone
is.”
“You know what we should do?” Owen
met my gaze as he leaned back in his chair.
I took a slurp of my coffee and
squinted at Owen. “Enlighten me.”
Owen laughed as the front legs of
his chair dropped to the floor and he leaned forward. “We should go out.”
With the straw still in my mouth, I
froze. “Out?”
Owen nodded and gave me a sideways
glance. “Yeah, out. You. Me. Without books or ledgers. We can celebrate
how well we both did on the midterm—or how well you did and how I got by
thanks to you.” Owen’s brow raised as he awaited my answer, but I didn’t know
how to reply.
“I really don’t mind helping you. I
get to study a little extra too, so it helps both of us.” Still ignoring his
question, I opened my notes and skimmed to the midterm review questions. Owen
inched closer to peer at my book, and I resented the jump in my pulse whenever
he came near me. We’d been meeting twice a week for one hour at a time since
the beginning of the semester, and each day I was more drawn to him than the
one before. Last Thursday, Owen met me at the library straight after hockey
practice when his hair was still damp from the shower. All I could think of for
the first fifteen minutes was how the rest of his body looked wet, drops of
water dripping across every muscle and hard ridge.
Owen was the first man I had dreams
of licking while I was still awake.
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