Sign up now and get your free story!
He broke her heart chasing waves. Now he’s back – injured, regretful, and determined not to lose her twice.
If life had a cruel streak, it would look a lot like Miles Raider standing in my treatment room, asking me to fix the shoulder he wrecked while pursuing the surfing career he chose over me.
I should refuse. I should tell him to try the mainland. I should absolutely not touch him. Especially since the muscles I memorized at seventeen are somehow bigger and stronger now.
Unfortunately, I’m the only physical therapist on Smuggler’s Hideaway – a tiny island where secrets sink faster than ships and everyone hears news before you do. So, no, I can’t refuse him. Not unless I want to be publicly shamed at Mermaid Karaoke.
Suddenly Miles is claiming he wants a second chance. After years of being back home. Years of pretending I don’t exist. Now, he wants another chance?
Miles can take his second chance and feed it to the sharks. Because he never stays. Not when things get messy, not when feelings get involved, and definitely not when I start remembering what it feels like to be the only girl he ever wants.
But when Miles Raider turns on the charm – the focused attention, the soft apologies, the smile that says he already knows I’m going to forgive him – how am I supposed to resist the first man to teach me about love?
This second chance small-town romantic comedy features a surfer who’s determined to earn a second chance with the only woman he’s ever loved, a woman who doesn’t believe him when he says he’s staying, and a band of prank-happy brothers who treat emotional growth like it’s a full-contact sport.
“I loved the emotional turmoil and the hilarious banter between characters. And last but definitely not least, the island of Smuggler’s Hideaway, which is a character in itself.” ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
“If you've ever wanted to feel immersed in a storyline and up close and personal with the character's lives, this one's for you. This is funny, steamy, addictive, and easy to read.
This is FULL of all the things we love from this author:
Banter! (like you're standing right next to them)
Family support! (prank wars, moonshine intervention)
Steamy chemistry! (that's never in question)
Mermaid and Pirates and Island traditions! (yes, please)” ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
“this book grabbed me by the heart and refused to let go. I laughed out loud at the banter more times than I can count...” ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
“This is another brilliant story in a place where everybody knows your business, but will do anything they can to help. It feels like coming home reading these books. With the added bonus of the fun and hilarious mishaps that always come with the story.” ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
“The book is well written with wonderful characters, and I love the "found family" and support from those not even related.” ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
“This is a favourite series of mine because it has a bit of everything. There is family, friendship, community, drama, along with sexual tension, romance and some spice! …I absolutely loved the dynamics and interactions between these two characters. The emotion, the trying hard to not react or give in and the simmering sexual tension!! Loved it!” ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
My gaze snags on red hair. Hazel must be a siren because my feet automatically change directions until I’m standing in front of her.
“What do you want?”
Her anger does nothing to detract from her beauty. On the contrary, her green eyes are entrancing as they blaze with fury. And wrinkling her nose only makes it more adorable. I love the freckles that spread across her nose and cheeks. I’ve kissed everyone of them as well as those not visible when she’s dressed.
“Hello?” She snaps her fingers in my face. “I asked you a question. What do you want?”
“Can we talk?”
“Talk?” She snorts. “You don’t want to talk. You never want to talk. You want to get into my pants and then forget all about it the next day.”
“Not true.”
“Not true? You’re a liar. You’re only interested in me when you’re drunk. The rest of the time you ignore me.”
Wrong. When I’m drunk is the only time I dare to approach her. When I’m sober, I know better than to court her wrath. Usually.
“I’m not drunk now.”
She scans the room until her gaze falls on the Raider table, which is empty of drinks since I was supposed to order them. They can get their own drinks. I’m busy here.
“Fine.” She crosses her arms over her chest and I can’t avoid dropping my gaze to her cleavage. It’s magnificent. She’s magnificent.
I reach for her and she scoots backwards. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”
I smirk. “You always do in the end.”
Her green eyes flare with ire before she shouts, “Get away from me, Miles Raider!”
She doesn’t wait for me to move. She runs away. And I give chase.
