Losing Enough by Helen Boswell
(A Second Chances Novel #1)
Publication date: April 30th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
About the Book
When Alexis Lin heads to Sin City for the summer, she
wants nothing more than to dive into the clubs, spas, and concerts – the
benefits of her father’s high roller lifestyle. On her first night in the city,
Alexis gets into trouble at a club but walks away from it with the help of
Connor Vincent. Private security guard to the top gamblers, Connor is all charm
with his clients, but he's the anti-Prince Charming when it comes to women.
Connor doesn’t have time for romance. He has his own problems to deal with,
including his wild card of a brother who has come to town to collect on a past
debt.
Alexis and Connor's unlikely chemistry heats things up as
chance again conspires to throw them together. The stakes become even higher
when unexpected tragedy strikes Alexis’ family and when Connor’s brother
threatens to ruin the life that Connor has worked so hard to build. To come out
ahead of the game, Alexis must be brave enough to listen to her heart, Connor
must finally face up to his past, and both must decide how much they're willing
to lose.
Sometimes risking your heart is the biggest gamble of
all.
Excerpt
ALEXIS
I sprint for fifteen laps before surfacing at the end of the
pool. Mom isn’t on the chaise lounge anymore. Connor is.
His broad shoulders are slightly hunched over, his elbows
braced on his knees, his hands loosely clasped in front of him. And those
startling blue eyes are resting on me like they’ve been watching me for a
while.
I kick up, propping myself on the edge of the pool with my
arms as I catch my breath. “Hi. What did you do with my mom?”
He cocks his head at me. God, his gaze is so, so focused in
on me like they were in the high roller room, like laser beams. I wonder if
he’s always so intense. I let go of the pool’s edge and sink back into the
water, my toes touching the bottom.
“Nothing.” He stands, not breaking eye contact with me. “She
told me she was going to go back to her suite to shower. Asked me to keep you
company and remind you that brunch is…” He glances at his watch. “…in fifty
minutes.”
“I know when brunch is,” I say simply. “But thanks. And as
for keeping me company, I’ll be swimming for about twenty more minutes and then
going inside, so don’t feel obligated to babysit.”
I’m not trying to be rude, just straight with him. I don’t
need any company when I’m out here. I push away from the wall, my head still
out of water so I can hear him in case he responds.
I stare at him as he throws his watch on his towel, right
before he pulls his shirt over his head and drops it. I try not to gawk, but he
has a great body, all tanned with well-defined muscles. I’d felt some of those
muscles when we danced last night. He walks forward, swimming trunks slung low
on his hips, and crouches down by the side of the pool. My head is right at the
level of his crotch, and I fight to drag my gaze back up to his face.
My mouth is suddenly dry. No harm in looking, right? He was
just watching me swim for however long without me knowing. I can make out a
pretty big scar on his left shoulder, and I wonder what it’s from.
“You don’t seem like the type who requires babysitting,” he
says in a low voice. His jaw is shaded with a little bit of stubble today, like
he slept in this morning and didn’t have time to shave. I stare at his lips and
finally manage to swallow.
“You’re observant,” I say back.
About the Author
Helen Boswell loved to get lost in the pages of a story
from the time she could sound out the words. Originally from upstate New York,
Helen spent much of her early adult life tromping around in Buffalo, NYC,
Toronto, and Las Vegas, those cities now serving as inspiration for the dark and
gritty urban backdrops of her stories. An author of both urban fantasy and
contemporary romance, she loves to read and write characters that come to life
with their beauty, flaws, and all.
Helen dedicates her time to raising her family of two
boys, teaching college students, and of course, writing.
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