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I want her down on her knees with my ring on her finger.

She got away once before, but not this time.
This is my last chance. I"ve messed up enough for one lifetime, and I need to get my sh*t together.

Bad boy, bastard, a**hole. I"ve been called it all and deserved it once or twice.
But I"m changing, and I"m starting with her.

Piper"s the producer of my new travel show and my ex-girlfriend. Messed up, right" During a scene in Las Vegas, she gets tricked into signing a real marriage license.

That"s right, she"s my accidental bride, and I plan on keeping her.

She"s not happy about it, but that doesn"t matter. She needs me just as much as I need her. I can see it in her eyes: She remembers how it used to be, back before I messed up, the way it felt when my fingertips brushed against her skin.

She knows how I can make her feel, but she"s afraid.
I"ll remind her why I"m the best thing that got away.

In the end, she"ll beg to stay my wife, or both our careers will go up in flames.

Second Chance Husband is a steamy romance with tons of hot scenes and bad language. It"s only recommended for readers 18+.

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The flamboyantly-dressed Elvis impersonator winks at me, and I have to stop myself from gagging. "Do you take this man as your lawfully wedded husband"" he asks in that cheesy fake twanging baritone.

"I do," I say, and I swear a part of me dies in that moment. I can feel it keel over deep down inside and just roll away into some shallow grave tucked away in the darkest parts of my mind.

Just another dead shred of dignity sacrificed to the glorious gods of my career.

Jace grins that famous, lady-swooning smile of his and turns to the Elvis. "I think she"s a little overeager, don"t you""

"Only eager to get to the honeymoon," the Elvis says, hamming it up and winking again.

I want to vomit in my mouth as the two men laugh. I resist the urge to punch Elvis in the throat for ruining this, but I manage to keep my hands to myself.

"And do you take this lady as your lawfully wedded wife"" the Elvis asks Jace.

"I do," he says, his eyes meeting mine. I feel a little something spark in my spine, although I don"t know what it is. I can only hold his gaze for a brief moment before looking away. He"s almost too handsome, like a star burning too bright. Except he"s more like a supernova, an explosion threatening to take everyone down with him, if only he can get close enough.

"By the power vested in me by the State of Nevada, I now pronounce you two lovebirds husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Elvis does a little flourish, finger-gunning and kicking his legs and swishing his cape back in a whooshing plume.

My whole body stiffens as Jace wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight against his chest, and presses his lips against mine. At first, I"m worried it"s going to be disgusting, revolting, horrifying, but instead" it"s actually kind of nice. His lips are soft and he tastes like grass and honeydew, both sweet and musky at the same time. We kiss for only a brief few seconds before he pulls away, but I"m left standing there, blinking at him like a moron, as he turns to the cameras.

"That"s how you kiss your wife," he says. "She"s practically passing out right now. Look at her!"

Now I"m rolling my eyes. "Did we get it"" I ask Eric, turning away from Jace. "Please god, someone say we got it."

"We got some of it," Calvin cuts in. He"s tall and skinny with incredibly vascular arms and legs from running hundreds of miles per week. He"s one of those crazy ultramarathon guys that revels in pain and being able to endure almost anything. I think he"s actually pretty good at it, which I guess explains why he"s willing to lug around cameras all over the globe for a living.

"Most of it," Eric echoes, frowning. He"s almost the polar opposite of Calvin, short and going chubby, except he has a full head of hair whereas Calvin is nearly entirely bald. Eric drinks too much, smokes too much, but he"s entirely reliable and one of the better camera guys I"ve seen.

I groan. "What did you miss""

"The kiss got wonky," Eric says. "And the Elvis keeps moving around too much."

"Let"s do it again." Jace sounds way too enthusiastic, and I don"t like the way he"s eyeing my mouth.

"I don"t think so," I say.

"Come on, Piper. What kind of producer are you, not willing to give it a second take""

I sigh, shaking my head. This is the lowest part of my career, maybe my life, and I know it"s all my fault. I should never have taken this job, never agreed to work with Jace Morgan, famous ex-chef and celebrity bad boy. They say this is his comeback show, his chance to prove to the world that he"s not some loser addict anymore, that he still has something worthwhile to give other than his stupidly impressive good looks. People think that acidic, wry wit and intense humanity are still inside of him somewhere, but I know better.

He"s still the prick I dated briefly back in college, and he hasn"t changed for a single second.

"I"ll point out that you called me a producer, and not on-camera talent," I say.

"Don"t worry, I"ve got talent enough for both of us."

I stiffen a little, frowning and looking back at the camera guys. Grant, the sound man, is leaning against his boom mic, head cocked to the side, headphones sliding off his ears, everyone waiting to hear what I have to say.

"Keep rolling," I say to the guys. "We"re getting another take. Elvis, stay still this time, god damnit. No more stupid moves." I turn to Jace. "And you, keep the kiss simple, okay""

"You act like this is your first time," he says, giving me a sly little smile.


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