Second Chance Temptation
She owed him…And payback would be his pleasure. Levi Brogan’s never forgiven Tanna Murphy for practically leaving him at the altar, but now she wants to make amends. Needing someone at his beck and call, and with the deep desire still burning between them, he’s discovered the perfect way Tanna can make it all up to him…
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Years ago, she left him at the altar
She. Owes. Him.
Now Tanna Murphy shows up, wanting to make amends? Nothing she could say would salvage Levi Brogan’s broken trust. Or so he says. Yet Levi needs someone at his beck and call for the next six weeks. And he’s discovered the perfect way Tanna can make it all up to him... With desire still burning between them, will temptation lead to their second chance?
JOSS WOOD loves books and travelling—especially to the wild places of Southern Africa and, well, anywhere. She’s a wife, a mum to two teenagers and slave to two cats. After a career in local economic development, she now writes full-time. Joss is a member of Romance Writers of America and Romance Writers of South Africa.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-09281-4
SECOND CHANCE TEMPTATION
© 2019 Joss Wood
Published in Great Britain 2019
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Contents
Note to Readers
Levi Brogan hurt.
Everywhere.
That’s what happened when you leave your dirt bike for a make-out session with a gravel road lined with rocks.
His ass was now welded to a chair, partially because his leg was in plaster from above his knee down to his ankle, but mostly because moving anything more than his eyelids hurt. He’d not only broken his patella but also managed to pull a muscle in his left rotator cuff, so using crutches was like stabbing himself repeatedly in the shoulder.
Wah-wah-wah...
God, he was so over himself and his injuries, but he was rapidly coming to the conclusion he could do with some help.
Someone who wasn’t his mother or his sister. He loved them but, God, they never shut up. Ever. And if they weren’t talking about wedding guests or honeymoons or babies or flowers, they were fussing over him.
By the time he’d kicked them out earlier this morning, he was close to overdosing on estrogen. Levi now deeply regretted his show of independence and there was a good chance that, by nightfall, he might swallow his pride and send out an SOS.
Levi pushed his hand through his hair, feeling utterly frustrated. His world was now confined to the bottom level of his home. Working out in his state-of-the-art gym in the basement was, obviously, not possible. He wasn’t able to climb the stairs leading to his master bedroom, so he was sleeping on the sofa in the media room and using the downstairs bathroom to clean up. He would kill for a hot shower, but he needed help to get in and out of the bathtub. And right now, the kitchen was a million miles away.
And he was hungry.
Levi looked at his crutches, not sure if he had the energy to make the trek to find food, and checked the pain level in his shoulder. It was still screaming from walking the ten yards to the bathroom. Food was, unless he took another painkiller, out of the question. And every time he took a painkiller without food, he tossed his cookies.
