Second Time Lucky
Mia Butterfield has just walked away from the lawyer life. No more late nights, no more dull contracts. And no more superhot-in-his-legal-briefs boss, David Pearson. But before she starts her new business with her friends, they decide to revisit Hawaii for a "Spring Break"…and all the sensual indulgences that come with it.Only Mia never dreams just how hot it'll get under the Hawaiian sun…David has followed her to the islands, and their serious lawyer sides appear to have gotten lost…along with most of their clothes! But even with a hot, delicious David at her side, Mia can't help wondering–how long will her lucky streak last?
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âSince when are you an expert on my personal life?â personal life?â
âTouchÃ©.â David took Miaâs hand, slowly rubbed her palm with his thumb.
She tensed, but in a good way. This was David touching her, his face so close that she could see the light flecks of amber in his brown eyes. Funny, sheâd always thought they were much darker, more serious.
She straightened, tried to ignore the disturbing sensations his thumb caused. âIn fact, Mr. Pearson, you really donât know anything about me, do you?â
His gaze touched her mouth, lingered, and then leisurely moved up to her eyes. âDonât I?â
He wrapped his fingers around her hand and tugged her closer. âMy intentions must be fairly obvious now,â he said in a low voice. Then he put his mouth on hers, his lips soft and supple.
David knew how to kiss; he was even better than sheâd imagined. When he retreated, lingering long enough to touch his lips to hers one last time, she nearly whimpered in protest.
âIâve wanted to do that for three yearsâ¦â
Second Time Lucky is the first book in my Spring Break series. What a fun series this has been for me to write. The stories take place in Hawaii, where I was born, raised. I spent my childhood years on the windward side of OahuâKailua to be exactâand then moved to Maui shortly after I graduated from the University of Hawaii.
A few years later, I married a mainlander who transferred often with his job, and I moved away from the islands. Although I return often to visit family, I donât get around Oahu much anymore. So when I sat down to write Mia and Davidâs story, I found myself revisiting places I hadnât been in years. I had to imagine myself as a tourist, just like my hero and heroine, seeing the islandâs natural beauty as if it were the first time. Writing these stories has been like a blast from the past, my own little Spring Break. And I hope these books inspire you to think about experiencing a little Hawaiian magic yourself.
Second Time Lucky
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Debbi Rawlins lives in central Utah, out in the country, surrounded by woods and deer and wild turkeys. Itâs quite a change for a city girl, who didnât even know where the state of Utah was until four years ago. Of course, unfamiliarity has never stopped her. Between her junior and senior years of college she spontaneously left her home in Hawaii and bummed around Europe for five weeks by herself. And much to her parentsâ delight, returned home with only a quarter in her wallet.
This is for all the working moms who need a spring break more than anyone.
Women with dogs and cats totally count.
SHE WASNâT THERE. Disappointed, Mia Butterfield shaded her eyes against the bright sun and scanned the crowded park, her gaze quickly skipping over the noontime joggers and past the rows of nannies, whose concentration was split between children and gossip. With it being unseasonably warm for January, sheâd felt certain Annabelle would be here walking her dog, or rather being walked by the oversize part St. Bernard and part Rottweiler sheâd affectionately named Mr. Muffin.
Barely five feet tall and close to eighty, Miaâs new friend should have had a nice little Yorkie or toy poodle as a companion, but no, not Annabelle. She preferred the big moose of a mutt that sheâd found at the local shelter. Mia had only met Annabelle Albright six weeks ago when Mr. Muffin had spied a rabbit and pulled away from the older woman. Mia had been walking back from the courthouse to her office when she encountered the runaway dog. Heâd literally run into her, costing her a pair of forty-dollar pantyhose and the three-inch heel of her new Jimmy Choos.
The upside was that Mia had made a new friend that day. A much-needed friend. Her two best buds lived thousands of miles away, but the truth was, Annabelle served a need neither of Miaâs college friends could. The woman had an unbiased ear. She listened, her gaze clear, her smile knowing, her rare questions about clarity, not judgment. Sometimes the silence frustrated Mia. Here she was twenty-eight and all she wanted was someone to tell her what to do. She hated that streak of vulnerability.
From the time she was a kid sheâd always been a take-charge person, fully in control, absolutely clear on what she wanted. Her younger brother and sister had come to her for advice, as had her friends. When sheâd graduated from law school with honors, no one had been surprised. Not even when sheâd been recruited by one of the most prestigious law firms in Manhattan. She hadnât bothered explaining to her family what an incredible opportunity that was for a young lawyer.
In retrospect, it was a good thing she hadnât made a big deal of it because then for sure they wouldnât understand why she wanted to quit. All of it. Just walk away. Start fresh. No, they wouldnât get it. She barely did herself.