Second Chance Boyfriend

support. To all the wonderfully talented self published authors I’ve met—you guys rock and you put out such amazing books. I’m honored to be a part of such a wonderful and supportive community. To Kati R. for helping me so much with all sorts of stuff and for the squee-ing feedback in regards to this book. I heart you and need you so don’t ever leave me.
    A big thank you to Kelly at Inkslinger PR—I know this is going to be a great matchup and I’m looking forward to working with you.
    I might get weepy writing this but I just…I can’t get over the support I’ve received for this book. That Drew + Fable touched so many people, that I made you laugh and cry and shake your fist and want to throw your e-reader/tablet/phone when you read OWG...I can’t explain how awesome this entire journey has been with you all. I hope like freaking crazy that you’re satisfied with the story I told in SCB. That you believe Adele got what was coming to her (though I sorta felt sorry for her near the end—did anyone else? Or was that just me?). That you really believe Drew + Fable can be happy together.
    Because I totally believe these two can be happy together. She gets him. And he gets her. Together they might be a bit of a fucked up mess (who said that? I think it was Fable) but sometimes, in the mess, you can find something amazing. And I believe that’s what happened for them.
    It’s so crazy because they feel real to me. Like I have no control over them and they completely took over when I worked on their books. I was merely the instrument who told their story. And even though this book is finished and in my heart, their story is finished, Drew is still whispering in my head. And so is Fable. It’s hard to let them go…and I don’t know if I ever want to let them go.
    So thank you. Thank you for reading my little story about a broken boy and a broken girl who only became whole when they found each other.

 
     
    Dear Readers,
    I’m so excited to share with you a sneak peek at USA Today and New York Times Bestselling author Lauren Blakely’s upcoming novel TROPHY HUSBAND (Note: This is an unedited version and may change in the final book), which is scheduled to release in May. This is such a deliciously sexy excerpt, I know you’ll be anxiously awaiting the release of TROPHY HUSBAND as much as I am!
    Hugs,
    Monica
     
     
     
    The stars twinkle and the night air is warm as we leave Tiki Bar and walk slowly up Fillmore. At the top of the hill, I see my friend’s maroon Prius that I’m tasked with driving home tonight. I point to it.
    “These are my wheels.” I click on the key to unlock the car. Then I reach for the door handle. But it doesn’t open. I try again. Same thing happens. “Damn. What is up with these hybrids?”
    “They have to calibrate to your heart rate.”
    “Then how the heck am I supposed to drive it home?”
    “I know a trick,” Chris says.
    “You do?”
    “Want to give me the keys and I’ll show you?” he asks, holding open his palm for me.
    But before I can pull away, he closes his fingers over mine, gripping my hand in his. That’s all it takes. Within seconds I am in his arms, and we are wrapped up in each other. His lips are sweeping mine, and I press my hands against his chest, and oh my. He does have the most fantastic outlines in his body. He is toned everywhere, strong everywhere, and I am dying to get my hands up his shirt, and feel his bare chest and his belly. But if I did, I might just jump him right here because I am one year and running without this. Without kissing, without touching, without feeling this kind of heat.
    He twines his fingers through my hair, and the way he holds me, both tender and full of want at the same time, makes me start to believe in possibilities. Start to believe that you can try again, and it’ll be worth it. His lips are so soft, so unbearably soft, and I can’t stop kissing and tasting him. He has the faintest taste of Diet Coke on his lips, and it’s crazy to say this, but it almost makes me feel closer to him. Or maybe I feel closer because he’s leaning into me, his body is aligned with mine, and there’s no space between us, and I don’t want any space between us. I want to feel him against me, his long, strong body tangled up in mine, even though we’re fully clothed, making out on the street.
    He breaks the kiss. “I wanted to kiss you all night.”
    “You did?”
    He nods. “Totally.”
    “Me too,” I whisper,