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Second Chance At Us, an all-new sweet and emotional second chance romance from Stacy Travis is available now!

In high school, I was the bubbly cheerleader and he was the quiet debate guy I didn’t even know existed.

But Blake Fulton made me believe in love after just one day.

Two weeks after my dad died, I was spiraling out of control and my friends had gone AWOL. Blake had never spoken to me before, but suddenly he was there. We ditched school, he bought me a burger, he made me laugh. And he kissed me better than any of those football guys ever did.

Then he ghosted me and broke my heart.

Fifteen years later, he’s back in my life. He wants to apologize and explain. He wants to prove he’s a better man now.

All I want is to resist.

But there’s something about him… the way his gorgeous gray eyes see me like I’m the only woman in the room, the way he ignites a fire that burns only for him, the way he knows what I need even before I do.

I could fall for him all over again. I’ve never believed in second chances. Will he be the one to change my mind?

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Excerpt

“Do you always wear scrubs? Or do they sometimes let you wear those little nurse’s outfits with the short skirts?” My eyes bulged in horror. “You’re kidding, right?” He looked unsure. “Right…?” “Blake have you ever been in a hospital before? And have you ever seen any nurse wearing what I’m certain is a slutty Halloween costume?” He held up a finger. “First, no, I’ve never been in a hospital, knock on wood.” He thumped the Formica table, and I rolled my eyes. “And two, I hope you don’t mind me saying you’d rock the slutty nurse costume.” He was so cocky. This wasn’t the guy I knew in high school. That guy was shy, thoughtful, earnest… and a fucking ghoster. This guy, with the Hollywood abs, the pretty face, and the confident attitude could only be that much worse. I shook my head. “Just… stop.” Damn it, despite the years I’d spent hating him, I was still wholly attracted to him, which was wrong for so many reasons. He was a jerk. A jerk who still made my stomach do backflips and caused heat to roam up my neck and across my cheeks. So I sat there, pink in the face and gaping at him with a flutter in my heart that felt like hope. I reprimanded that flutter. No hope allowed. Blake was the enemy. He’d made that clear years ago, and some things couldn’t be written off with apologies fifteen years too late. And yet… there was no denying that my attraction to him in high school hadn’t even needed a breath of oxygen to rear up and reignite. It didn’t hurt that his unsure gaze had evolved into a smoldering certainty and he’d gotten control over the pout of his lips and now wielded them like a weapon.

About Stacy Travis

It’s a rough world out there, and we all sometimes need a good, romantic beach read, even if we can’t make it to the beach. I’ve spent many lazy days walking the streets of Paris and other gorgeous European cities, and if I’m doing it right, I’m bringing you a dash of romance and a vacay fantasy. I can’t sit still, so when I’m not hiking, biking or running, I’m playing a very average game of tennis. Background music for writing undoubtedly features some U2, Lizzo, Billy Joel, Pink, Taylor Swift, and Led Zeppelin. Not necessarily in that order. And if I could only eat one food group, it would be cheese. Or wine. Or bread. Are those food groups? Whatever.

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