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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
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One More Chance

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Amy Brent
Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B07H93CDMH
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You never forget your first love…
I certainly haven’t forgotten Mr Tyler Browning. Partly because he was the complete package of perfect from his sparkling green eyes to those deliciously muscled arms.
And partly because he left me a child - Brody. The centre of my world. I see his daddy everyday in that bright smile.
I sometimes wonder if I should have told Tyler the truth. Then I remember our last fight when we both said too much. I did the right thing for my kid.
You never forget your first love… Especially when he walks right back into town.
Can I resist the lure of a second chance?
What happens if he finds out my secret?
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Prologue

Ana

Nine Years Ago

I looked over at Tyler and studied him. His shaggy light brown hair sat just above his deep green eyes. I loved those eyes. They were the first thing I had noticed about him.

The first time I saw Tyler, he was walking down the hallway of our high school. It was my first day as a freshman and I was intimidated and so scared of my new surroundings.

Puberty had hit hard that summer before and I had woken up with boobs the size of my thighs that had blossomed overnight. Stretch marks littered my skin as my body took a turn for the worse. The acne got bad. My vision tanked so I needed glasses.

Just like that, I was the fat girl at the back of the class with glasses and a small voice. I wanted to fade into the background and forget about where I was for the next four years.

But once I saw Tyler, I felt myself bloom into a completely different person.

His green eyes sucked me in, and the way they grazed down my body made me shiver. I went out of my way to find the hallways he walked down just so I could watch him watch me. By the time my freshman year was over, I was madly in love with Tyler Browning, a guy on his way to becoming captain of the football team and soccer star extraordinaire.

What I didn’t know until the end of my sophomore year was just how taken he was with me as well.

“You look nice,” Tyler said.

His sweet voice ripped me from my trance.

“Thanks. It’s a new outfit.”

“It looks nice on you, Ana. I like what it does to your—everything.”

I blushed at his words as we sat there on his couch. Two years ago seemed like an eternity. We’d been sixteen at the time., learning how to drive and thinking we had the world at our fingertips. Now we were about to graduate. At only eighteen years old, we were trying to figure out what we were going to do with the rest of our lives.

Tyler wanted to go to law school, but the positive pregnancy test I had taken that morning forecasted a very different story for my future.

“I got my acceptance letter from Harvard a few days ago,” Tyler said.

“Oh my gosh, really? Can I see it?” I asked.

“You want to see it?”

“Is that not something I should see?”

“I wasn't sure how you were going to feel about it. I mean, Harvard isn’t really in California.”

“What does that have to do with anything? It’s your dream, right?”

“What do you mean, what does that have to do with anything?”

“Can I see the acceptance letter?” I asked again.

“Sure,” he mumbled.

He pushed himself off the couch, but I could tell by his movements that what I had said bothered him. I really didn’t know what to think. As an eighteen-year-old about to graduate high school, I didn’t have the emotional capacity to deal with his mood swings and the reality of the life I was living.

Closing my eyes, I conjured the image of that positive pregnancy test. The one in a plastic bag in my pocketbook. When Tyler had called me and asked me to come over tonight, I’d had it in my mind that I would tell him. I would tell him I was pregnant; then we could sit down and figure out a way to make it work.

After I was done crying on his shoulder at least.

“Here,” he said.

A piece of paper fell into my lap as I opened my eyes. He dropped onto the couch next to me, and I felt my anger getting the best of me. What in the world was his problem? He wasn’t the one pregnant and struggling to figure out what to do. He had a plan. He had a college that wanted him. He had a dream to fulfill.

All of mine had been smashed to bits.

Reading the acceptance letter, I had tears in my eyes. I was so proud of him. For the entirety of our senior year, he had been talking about Harvard, about going there and taking classes and enrolling in their law school program. I wanted to support him; I didn’t want to hold him back from fulfilling his dream.

My eyes flickered to my stomach before I set the letter off to the side.

“I’m really proud of you,” I said.

“That’s all you have to say, Ana?”

“What do you want me to say, Tyler? Tell me and I’ll say it.”

“I’m not going to tell you to say something. After two and a half years together, I figured I would get a little more than this.”

“I’m supporting you in your decision. What more could anyone ask for?”

“It doesn’t upset you at all that I’m about to cross the entire country to go to school?” he asked.


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Vegas Baby Read Online Amy Brent http://www.books2020.com/vegas-baby-read-online-amy-brent Sun, 09 Apr 2017 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/vegas-baby-read-online-amy-brent Categories Genre: Billionaire, Dark, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
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Vegas Baby

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Language:
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ISBN/ ASIN:
B07BVGYNPF
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I never intended to get married…or pregnant!
I was in the club trying to think how I could create a life milestone. He was there celebrating a business milestone.
And the next thing I know… I wake up in his bed, With a ring on my finger!
My logical reaction – I run. I run away from him, from Vegas. Without realizing that I’m carrying a part of him with me – his baby! That’s why they say what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas.
Fast forward three months, and I receive divorce papers. That’s what I’ve been waiting for, right? That’s what he wants too. Until…
He looks at my swollen pregnancy feet and the ‘oh so cute’ baby bump.
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Prologue

~Nicole~

I’m sorry for the difficult situation you’ve ended up in, but I don’t quite see what you want me to do about it.

I looked at the letter with bloodshot eyes, my hands shaking a bit. With rage or with hurt, I didn’t know.

You’re a grown woman, so I’m sure you can figure out a solution. Until then, I need to focus on my own career. I wish you the absolute best, but I think we should keep our distance until this blows over.

I couldn’t believe it. But then again, I was always everyone’s second choice. From the day I was born, those who were supposed to care about me the most had been tossing me aside; their second-rate obligation.

Well that was fine. I would survive on my ow- No. I would flourish. That would show them.

Crumpling the letter up, I got on the bus with suitcase in hand, and I never looked back.

Chapter One

~Nicole~

“Thank you so much for answering all of our questions, we’ll give you a call soon to let you know what we’ve decided.”

“Thank you,” I said, standing and offering my hand. “I very much look forward to hearing from you.” Except they weren’t going to call me. I knew it, my interviewer knew it, and I was sure the woman at the front desk knew it.

“No problem. If you want to step outside, the receptionist will show you out.”

“Of course.” I gave them a polite smile, trying not to let my expression falter until I was back outside at the relative safety of the bus stop.

I had been doing great, answering all their questions sincerely and I had the relevant experience, but the entire interview I could tell that something was off. Most likely they had already hired their quota and were just interviewing me as a backup if someone didn’t show up.

Dammit!

I’d been trolling around Vegas for two weeks and I didn’t even have a place to live yet. And I couldn’t find a place to live without a job. Sure, maybe I could have planned my departure from my hometown a little better, but I didn’t see why that was interfering with people wanting to hire me. People moved, didn’t they? All the time!

Well, I could always be wrong. Maybe they would call me in two days and give me the job offer. But I doubted it. After so many interviews, I had managed to get a sense of when I was gelling with the interviewer or not.

I sighed and checked my watch. I still had one more meeting before I could run away to my hostel for the night. If there was one thing I was grateful for in this entire situation, it was cheap boarding in the city.

But money was running out and I couldn’t stay there forever. I needed a job and I needed it ASAP. Sure, I was saving tons by having a track phone and only riding public transportation, but I needed more money in and less money out.

I just had to cross my fingers and hope that the next interview would be the one.

I looked at my phone again. I could still just barely connect to the café’s wifi that was at the corner of the street. Pulling up the bus schedule, I had about a half an hour wait until my ride came.

Well, that was no problem. After living in the frigid Northeast for so long, I was happy to just sit out and soak up some sun.

But not without proper protection, of course. I pulled out some sunscreen from my purse and slathered my shoulders, my knees and my shins, which were all of my general burn zones. Unfortunately, I did have to leave my face bare, as I had been allergic to sunscreen there since I was a wee little girl.

It was not a pleasant experience discovering it, believe you me, but I had quickly learned to never put anything with an SPF on my face again.

Instead, I relied on big, floppy hats, which I promptly pulled out of my bag after replacing the sunscreen. Looking around, I found a nice tree to sit under on one of the medians in the parking lot and went about people and traffic watching.

Vegas certainly was different from home, but that was what I was looking for, wasn’t it? Something so far away and so different that nobody could know who I was or the baggage following along behind me.

When I had first arrived, I had imagined neon everything. And while I hadn’t been entirely wrong, the farther away from the strip one traveled, the more everything just started to look tired and desert-like.

Not that that was a bad thing. The tiredness told a story. Ones of gambling and mobs and dreams both conquered and dashed. This was the kind of place someone could fall in love with or be crushed by. I just hoped that I was the former.


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