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Sometimes a second chance isn’t an option, but we were lucky enough to realize we’re stronger together.
We’re no longer exes.
We’re going to be husband and wife.
We’re going to be parents.
We’re going to be happy.
A Note From Charity
When I finish a book, I always say I’m taking a week off. That never happens. Instead, I open a new document and start my next project with excitement, if I hadn’t already. I loved Lauren in Dallas and Hudson’s stories. Her book had been plotted out for months before I got started. I got so wrapped up in her story and wanted to put my all into giving you one that would make you believe in second chance love. Hopefully, I did.
Thank you so, so, so much for reading her and Gage’s story. I would love to know what you though while going through the emotional rollercoaster of their romance. If you have time, please leave an honest review, shoot me a message, or comment on any of my social media or website posts.
As always, the best place to keep up with me is my Reader Group—Charity Ferrell Reader Group.
I’ve also included the Prologue and first chapter of Just One Night. It’s Dallas and Willow’s story.
xoxo,
Charity
Preview of Just One Night -Prologue
Willow
“What the fuck have I done?”
I’ve never had a one-night stand, but I’m positive those aren’t the first words you want to hear the morning after.
I twist in the warm yet unfamiliar sheets and can taste last night’s whiskey in my mouth.
I lick my lips—wrong move—and regret it when the flavor of him hits my tongue.
Him.
The man pacing in front of me with his head tipped down while wearing only boxer briefs that show off his bulge.
I’ve lost count of the number of times the wordfuckhas fallen from his mouth.
I don’t know what to say.
Don’t know what to do.
“How the fuck could I have done this?” he continues.
My heart rams into my rib cage, just as hell-bent on escaping this situation as I am.
I’m stupid.
So damn stupid.
I drag the sheet up until it hits my chin, and he runs a hand through his thick bedhead hair, tugging at the roots the same way I did last night when he went down on me. He doesn’t know I am awake and can hear him, but that doesn’t make the wound any less severe.
His head rises when I jump out of bed and start scrambling for my clothes. The sheet drops from my body at the same time I frantically pull my dress over my head.
I have to get out of here.
