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- Herausgeber: 2 of Harts Publishing
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Faith Thomas – Thirty-six-year-old accountant and closet romantic whose marriage implodes when she catches her husband of ten years cheating. Devastated, she moves home to Texas, determined to never let another man into her heart ever again.
Rick Connor – The handsome thirty-nine-year-old retired Navy cryptologist making a new start for himself after a crushing loss four years earlier. He’s alone, and he's made peace with it – until Faith Thomas wanders into his bookstore and into his heart.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
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One Last Try
Table of Contents
Title Page
One Last Try (Another Try, #7)
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
COPYRIGHT
Acknowledgements
One Last Try
One Last Try
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
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AUTHOR’S NOTE:
The Another Try Series books are contemporary romance stories and contain some profanity and sensual scenes that may not be suitable for sensitive readers.
COPYRIGHT
Copyright © 2020 by Faith Hart
Library of Congress Control Number: PENDING
ISBN: E-Book 978-1-952008-21-4
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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Published 2020 by 2 Of Harts Publishing
www.2Ofharts.com
Cover Design by Sunset Rose Books
Acknowledgements
To my family, who keeps me motivated.
To my Hart’s Heroes ARC read team, who keep me level.
And to my readers, who make me want to continue to build the best, most interesting stories I can.
I appreciate each of you more than you will ever, ever know.
With Affection,
Faith Hart
One Last Try
The Extended Story of Faith and Rick, two characters in my thriller series Vital Secrets
Faith Thomas – Thirty-six-year-old accountant and closet romantic whose marriage implodes when she catches her husband of ten years cheating. Devastated, she moves home to Texas, determined to never let another man into her heart ever again.
Rick Connor – The handsome thirty-nine-year-old retired Navy cryptologist making a new start for himself after a crushing loss four years earlier. He’s alone, and he's made peace with it – until Faith Thomas wanders into his bookstore and into his heart.
One Last Try
Faith Hart
© 2020
CHAPTER ONE
Faith Thomas Tucker scanned the menu, then placed her order.
“And may I please have an amaretto sour?”
“Absolutely. I’ll have that right out.”
When the young man returned with their drinks, Faith held hers aloft.
“To surviving another week at that place,” she intoned, and Trisha and Melanie both said ‘hear hear’ as glasses were clinked together.
Their customary Friday night toast accomplished, they settled in to talk. They’d all started in Clover & Grimson’s accounting department within a week of each other and had become fast friends.
“Hey, don’t you have an anniversary coming up?” Melanie asked Faith. “How many years now?”
“Kevin and I have been together for twelve years, and married for ten, come next Saturday,” Faith confirmed.
“Aw, a milestone anniversary,” Trisha exclaimed. “Doing anything special?”
Faith shrugged. “He puts in even more hours than I do. To be honest, I’m not even sure he remembers when our anniversary is.”
The waiter brought out their meals, and Faith had just picked up her fork to begin eating when her phone chirped loudly.
Setting her fork down, she pulled the device out of her purse, and her brow furrowed when she read the text that she’d received from an unfamiliar number.
You might want to head home now.
Sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong number, she texted back, and went to set down her phone. But it immediately chirped again.
If your name is Faith Thomas Tucker, then I’ve got the right number. Trust me on this. You need to head home. Now.
Who is this?
Someone who’s doing you a solid. Go home, Faith.
“Guys, I need to go,” she said.
“Everything okay?” Melanie asked.
“I’m not sure,” she admitted, and waved the waiter over.
“I’m so sorry, something’s come up and I need to leave,” she told him. “May I please have a to-go container, and the check?”
***
TWENTY MINUTES LATER, she was pulling onto her block when her phone chimed again. She pulled into her driveway, killed the lights, then looked at her phone.
Might wanna hit ‘record’.
“What the hell?” she muttered, as much creeped out as she was irritated.
She got out of her car and let herself in through her front door, and immediately noticed something wasn’t right. There was something lying on the carpet in the hallway.
She set her purse down on the foyer table, pulled her phone out of it, opened the camera feature, and pressed ‘record’ before she walked any further into her home.
When she reached the object in the hall, she began to shake. It was a woman’s silk blouse, and it wasn’t hers.
Twelve steps further and a left turn led down another short hallway to the master bedroom, where a noise that turned her stomach was already assaulting her ears.
Hands trembling, she held up her cell phone and pointed it at the bed, making sure that her husband and the skank he was in the middle of banging were still in frame, and she captured almost a minute of quality video and audio.
Then she cleared her throat loudly, and when that didn’t get their attention, she yelled.
“How could you?” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Kevin’s head whipped around, and his eyes went huge when he saw her.
“I don’t want to be married anymore,” he babbled.
“Wish granted, you bastard!” Faith snarled, turned, and marched to the closet to grab a suitcase, staying in the same room as her betrayal only long enough to grab a few changes of clothes and some toiletries.
“Faith. Faith, wait. I didn’t mean it,” he said plaintively as he followed her back out into the living room.
“Didn’t mean what, Kevin? Which part? Screwing someone else in our bed, getting caught, or what you said? Because I gotta tell you, you just messed up big on all three counts.”
He reached for her, but she batted his hand away.
“Stay away from me. We’re done,” she hissed.
She looked over his shoulder at his mistress, who had wrapped up in a sheet and was standing in the doorway.
“He’s all yours, honey. Good luck with him being faithful,” Faith sneered, and took great satisfaction in slamming the front door on her way out.
She drove three blocks, then pulled over and texted her anonymous tipster.
I don’t know who you are but thank you. You just did me the biggest favor of my life.
The answer was swift.
I'm her soon-to-be EX husband, and if you need any further proof, I am happy to send it to you.
