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Jennifer Millikin is a contemporary fiction author of five full-length novels and a contributor for Scottsdale Moms Blog. When she isn't writing she can be found cooking, hiking, or in downward dog.
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We were two kids, young and desperately in love, dreaming of a future together.
Our love burned as bright as the red rock desert where we grew up, but we learned the hard way that sometimes love isn’t enough. One choice tore us apart, and we stood by helplessly, watching it burn us to the ground.
It feels like a lifetime ago, but when I’m called home to care for my sick mother after ten years away, my past with Owen Miller comes charging into the present.
I expected him to be the same kind, confident guy he used to be. What I didn’t expect was the fire still raging between us, even after all this time.
Years of buried feelings emerge, as scorching as the Arizona sun. Anger, resentment...and passion. And the second time around, we burn even hotter.
Giving in to Owen means finally facing the choice I made so long ago, but even old wounds still ache. Is the possibility of a second chance worth the pain it could cause in the end?
*A full length second change romance novel.
My whole life I’ve known Finn Jeffries and Brady Sterling would be my undoing.
The three of us were inseparable, but growing up with two boys as your best friends comes with it’s own certain type of growing pains.
As a child, Finn was wild and free, and grew up to be a devilishly handsome man with a smirk that frustrated me as much as it did other things to me.
Brady was brave and loyal, and the kind of man he grew into didn't surprise me a bit: devoted and gallant, with a handsome, trustworthy face that made my heart beat faster.
We went our separate ways for college, but now it’s eight years later and a pact we made back then has brought us back to our hometown.
Back to the complicated situation we ran from.
Back to the love triangle we never really escaped.
I love them both, and it’s time for me to make a choice.
I’ve always known one of them would be my forever, I just never knew which one.
And I still don’t.
Today's the day I was supposed to say ‘I do’.
Kiss the groom, cut the cake, and dance our first dance as husband-and-wife.
So much for forever.
Instead of sipping fruity cocktails and soaking up the sun on my honeymoon, I’ve escaped to Lonesome, Oregon. It seems as good a place as any to lick my wounds. It's peaceful, remote, and my favorite person in the world lives here: my grandma. She needs help running the Sweet Escape Bed and Breakfast, and I need a place to lie low while I attempt to recover from the mess my life has become.
And it appears I’m not the only person here who’s running from something painful. A gorgeous man with sad eyes has been holed up in cabin seven since he arrived. I told myself to stay away from him, but my curiosity got the better of me.
If only I hadn't knocked on his door.
That’s when things got a whole lot more complicated.
I came to Lonesome to recover from a broken heart, but with a man like him around? Something tells me I’ll be leaving with a heart more damaged than it was when I arrived.
Author's note: One Good Thing is a standalone, but it features a main character from Beyond The Pale. If you're cool with spoilers, start here. If not, grab Beyond The Pale first, have your heart broken, and then let me rebuild it with One Good Thing.
Life was roses. I was happy. I had my dream job. I’d finally fallen in love with the man who’d been waiting for me since he was a boy. Soon his four years in the Army would be over, and we’d be together forever. My perfect life was squarely in my palm.
And then it was snatched from me.
The harshest, cruelest truth became my reality.
And I turned into a shell of my former self.
Then a stranger arrived, wearing Army fatigues and closely cropped dark hair.
Fulfilling a promise to his comrade-in-arms brought him to my front door.
And the focus of his promise, it turned out, was me.
His mission was simple:
Care for me.
Bring me back to life.
But what started out as an uncomplicated mission is quickly turning personal.
He came here to take care of me.
But neither of us expected how much he’d need me, too.
And we definitely didn't expect these feelings.
My broken heart knows how wrong it is.
We’ll fight it, harder than we’ve ever fought anything.
I’m afraid to win, and I’m even more terrified to lose.
Of all his missions, I may be his most dangerous.
Escape. That was my sole focus. Forget the headlines, forget the threats. Forget what happened?
I fled the big city in the desert to hide in a small town amongst the pines. My plan was to blend in, work until I had enough money, then vanish.
There’s just one problem: I didn't factor in having a boss like Connor Vale.
He’s quick-witted, sexy as sin, and has a heart the size of Arizona.
The longer we work together, the more difficult it is to keep him at arms length.
I know better than to return his smile. I know better than to shudder at the feel of his hand on the small of my back. And I definitely know better than to lean in when we’re working close together.
Even when I know he wants me to do all those things.
Falling for him would be easy, if it weren't for one inescapable truth: for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, and nobody around me is safe.
Yesterday, I got engaged. I said yes to a man who loves me, and I love him. Happiness should shine brightly from my head to my toes.
But that’s not happening.
Despite this ring on my finger, I can’t stop looking back at my life, back to the boy who cast a spell on me a long time ago.
It’s true, there is no love like your first.
I was eighteen when Noah Sutton stole my heart. He was destined for greatness, and I could barely scrape together enough money to help my mother pay our rent. We spent that summer pushing limits, breaking rules, and living in moments I thought would last forever.
None of that stopped us from breaking each other’s hearts.
I could tell you we were too different.
That we were doomed from day one.
You would probably agree with me when I say first loves are rarely last loves.
Or, I could start at the beginning, and tell you our story.
There’s just one little problem: the more I think about Noah, the more certain I become that I’m marrying the wrong man.
Oh, boy. I think this is going to get messy.
Natalie Shay never imagined a day like this would come.
She did what she was supposed to do: graduate college and marry her handsome, popular college sweetheart. With the ink still drying on their divorce papers, Natalie tries to move on from an ending she thought would be happy.
When she feels a spark with her stubborn, charming best friend Aidan Costa, Natalie's life becomes even more unrecognizable. Aidan, the son of a famous romance novelist, has been Natalie's best friend for years. He stood beside her when she got married and wiped her tears when her marriage ended. He'd be perfect for her, if it weren't for his notorious aversion to relationships. As confusion and denial overwhelm them, their spark grows.
Held back by a secret he has been keeping his whole life, Aidan chooses to ignore his feelings for Natalie, but Natalie's discovery of his secret pushes them past the boundaries they've carefully constructed around their friendship.
For Natalie, this could be a second chance at her happily ever after.
But when a person from Aidan's past reappears, everything he has built with Natalie is threatened.
Sometimes broken hearts need whiskey. Sometimes they need music. Other times, only a night with a stranger will soothe the pain.
On the night Isaac and I met, we tried all three.
When it was over, we went our separate ways.
We planned to never see each other again, but I should really know by now that plans don’t work out the way they're supposed to.
It has been four years since that night, and it’s a bizarre twist of fate that lands me in need of help only Isaac can give.
I don’t want to be attracted to him, but I am.
I don’t want my heart to skip a beat when it sees him, but it does.
And I really don’t want him to look at me that way, but he won’t stop.
Because things aren't like they were four years ago. And this time? We don’t have the option of parting ways when the sun comes up.
What if home isn’t a place, but a person?
People call me feisty. They also call me an introvert. But one thing I’ve never told anyone? I’m unsettled. As in, I don’t feel comfortable anywhere I go.
This is why it doesn't make any sense when a womanizing club-owner waltzes into my life and I feel more at home with him than any place I’ve ever been.
Xavier and I shouldn't have met, we shouldn't be attracted to one another, and we definitely shouldn’t be falling in love. He’s experienced and worldly, and has the notches on his bedpost to prove it. But then the door to his past opens wide, and out tumbles something I never saw coming.
And his past? It’s angry.