Marry Me Again: A Billionaire Second Chance Romance

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by Nicole Snow




  Marry Me Again

  A Billionaire Second Chance Romance

  Nicole Snow

  Ice Lips Press

  Contents

  Copyright

  Description

  1. Love at First Tease (Kara)

  2. Happily Never After (Ryan)

  3. Red on White (Kara)

  4. Celebration (Ryan)

  5. Vicious Cycle (Kara)

  6. Peephole (Ryan)

  7. Shaken (Kara)

  8. Shocked (Ryan)

  9. Reset (Kara)

  10. Morning, Noon, and Night (Ryan)

  11. Rekindled (Kara)

  12. Just Breathe (Ryan)

  13. Hard Won (Kara)

  Stepbrother UnSEALed

  Copyright

  Description

  1. Bastards and Beach Bums (Delia)

  2. On Target (Chris)

  3. Truth or Dare (Delia)

  4. Landmines (Chris)

  5. Over a Ledge (Delia)

  6. What Happens in Vegas... (Chris)

  7. One Week in Paradise (Delia)

  8. Under the Skin (Chris)

  9. Unforgettable (Delia)

  10. Unnatural (Chris)

  11. Distortions (Delia)

  12. Sweet Delia (Chris)

  13. Alone (Delia)

  14. Hearts That Bleed Together (Chris)

  15. His (Delia)

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  Content copyright © Nicole Snow. All rights reserved.

  Published in the United States of America.

  First published in November, 2016.

  Disclaimer: The following ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is only coincidental.

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  Cover Design – Kevin McGrath – Kevin Does Art. Photo by Allan Spiers Photography.

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  Note: This special edition includes another complete bad boy novel, Stepbrother UnSEALed, as a special bonus. Marry Me Again ends about halfway through. Enjoy!

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  HE CAN BUY ANYTHING EXCEPT A SECOND CHANCE WITH ME...

  KARA

  Once, when I was young and stupid, I had that boy. The charmer, the Adonis, the one who torched every woman's panties in our small town. He was my brother's best friend, practically part of the family. When he proposed, he promised me forever.

  Then the bastard disappeared without a word.

  It's taken five years to get over Ryan. I drowned myself crying a thousand times over. I moved on.

  I'm finally remembering what it's like to smile when guess who shows up. Everything about him is different. For one, he's become a freakin' billionaire. He walks like he's Mr. Tall, Dark, and Alpha incarnate. I know there's no justice in the world because his body matches his huge ego.

  Worse, he wants me to play Cinderella again. I can't. I won't.

  I don't believe in second chances. I'll never forget what he did.

  And if he's stupid enough to try kissing me with those unforgettable lips, he's going to feel my teeth.

  RYAN

  I did a terrible thing. No, I'm not talking about the filthy secret that wrecked everything.

  Leaving Kara killed me. I didn't have a choice. No amount of money, success, or bedding any woman I want whenever I flash my patented smirk makes up for losing her.

  She was the one. Hell, she still is.

  Time to remind her why. Whatever it takes to put my ring on her hand for good.

  I'm ready for the curses, the screams, the burn of her palm against my cheek. I'll taste her lips again, even if she bites.

  Just one catch – she can't find out what happened the night I left. There are no second chances if my past ruins us.

  1

  Love at First Tease (Kara)

  The first time I see him – drinking him in with my puppy love eyes – he makes me bleed.

  “Ow!” Pulling my finger up from the staples I'd been pulling in daddy's office, I survey the damage.

  Two neat little pinpricks. A worthwhile flesh wound for the long, secret peek I snuck through the tiny window leading out to the garage, where the hottest boy alive is working on a Mustang from the seventies, raised with its metal underbelly sticking out.

  It's a one way spy job.

  He hasn't spotted me in here. Even if he had, why would he take a second glance?

  There's barely time to suck my finger before daddy bursts in, his booming voice ringing out behind me. “Peanut, I need you to finish up in here, get home for dinner, and get cracking on your homework. I'll pay you for the extra half hour you're missing on the clock, so don't worry.”

  Swiveling around in his office chair, I smile with a quirk on my lips, quickly folding my arms to hide my injured finger. “I finished everything for school this morning before I came in. What's happening out there that makes you want to kick me out early?”

  Daddy opens his mouth, but before he gets in a word, the loudest F-bomb I've ever heard shakes the whole building.

  For a second, he's frozen, turning red and glaring through his open door. It's Mickey, one of his thirty-something full timers. He's sitting on a crate, massaging his knee, grinning up at his co-worker Jack, who just belted him in the arm.

  “What the hell's the matter with you?” We hear him blubber.

  “Man, I'm just doing you a favor. Worrying about the pain in your arm's gonna take your mind off that bum knee.”

  With a heavy grunt of disapproval, daddy kicks his door shut behind him. We both share a look.

  I put my hands out, lifting my eyebrows. “Don't worry about it. Really. I've heard worse in the halls at school and –“

  “Kara, no. I promised your ma I'd bring you here to work, not learn to cuss like a sailor. You're only fourteen, for Christ's sake. Hey, what happened to your hand?”

  I can't hide anything from him. Daddy grabs my wounded hand, holds it in between his thick calloused palms, and takes a good long look.

  “Poked myself pulling staples. Nothing serious.”

  “How did that happen?” His eyes search mine, as if they can't believe I'm less than perfect.

  I shrug, refusing to tell him anything. Because that would involve confessing my crush on his newest, hottest employee. The boy who rarely smiles, and always makes up for it with a body that looks like it's been put on Earth to make every girl in a hundred miles break out their fans.

  Daddy pushes past me, reaching into the cabinet overhead. He holds out a small Band-Aide and ruffles my hair a second later. “Put that on before you head out. I ought to make you cover your ears, too, but now I'm more worried about catching hell at home because I let you get hurt.”

  “Please. It was my fault. I wasn't paying attention.” I roll my eyes. “Daddy, you worry too much. I'm not a –“

  “You're my little girl, peanut, and that's the way it's gonna stay. Now go. Save me a spot at the table for dinner.”

  Defeated, I smile. There's no arguing with him, even if he can be as overprotective as a mother hen sometimes. “You know I will.”

  Turning, I make my way out the office, fixing the little bandage to my hand. I take a second outside before I head for the back exit, listening to the banter between Jack and Mickey. They're still ribbi
ng each other with a dozen expletives packed into half as many sentences.

  Then I look past them, and see him. He's reaching up underneath the Mustang, a wrench in his hand, his jaw clenched tight as he goes to work, flexing muscles no boy under twenty should have.

  What the hell did this town do to deserve Ryan Caspian?

  Easily Split Harbor High's hottest eligible bachelor. The boy every girl in every class swoons over.

  The walking question mark who showed up in town without a history. The one who aces every test and put the Greenthorne gang in their place his first day at school.

  That's right. Everybody still talks about how Devon Greenthorne, the senior ringleader with the mohawk, got in Ryan's face and backed him into a corner with his goons. It lasted all of sixty seconds before Devon hit the ground, nursing a broken nose.

  The bullies brought their heavy, sloppy strength to fight a lion. I only have to stop and stare to see Ryan's refined strength.

  His oil spattered shirt clings tight while he's standing underneath the Mustang, his arms high over his head, biceps bulging like he's been lifting since he hit puberty. Only, no one at school has ever seen him in the weight room.

  The very edge of his shirt rides up, exposing his abs. Until Ryan, I never knew what washboard meant.

  Now, I understand. I see it in every rolling crease of his six pack, every time his skin ripples while he grunts, turning a bolt on the underside of the car, muscles bristling from head to toe. He's working, lost in his own world, completely oblivious to the older, rowdier men cursing and laughing like chimpanzees around him.

  God. Eyeballing him too long starts to burn, no different than gazing at the sun. I have to get home before he sees me.

  I'm about to move, when Ryan's wrench slips, and he brings it down against his thigh with a resounding slap. His face tilts toward me as he steadies himself. Then our eyes lock, and my heart forgets how to beat.

  Eek. Holding my squeak in, I try to hide my blush and head for the exit, just as his voice rings out – deeper than it should be for a young man.

  “Hold up, there's crap all over the –“

  Too late. I'm practically running when I hit the oil slick. The world turns into black ice beneath my sneakers. I slide at least five feet before I hit the wall, spin around, and crash elbows first on the hard concrete.

  As luck would have it, elbows first into the edge of the same grimy slick that took me down. The shame hits before I realize I'm already screaming.

  The men around me aren't screwing around anymore. My voice echoes through Bart's Auto, alone and scared. Everything goes quiet in the garage except for Zeppelin banging away on the radio. Somebody grabs me under my arms, pulls me up, and tips my beet red face to theirs.

  It's Ryan. I think I'm about to die on the spot.

  Too many chemicals explode simultaneously in my brain to drink him in, up close and personal. I can't appreciate his eyes, as royal blue as Lake Superior's shores, or the little wave in his thick, dark hair. Not even the perfect dusting of stubble across his jawline – the kind that would surely make any girl lucky enough to kiss him burn for more.

  I can't take in our resident Adonis because I'm too busy shaking, the hot, prickly shame overwhelming me in waves.

  “Are you okay?” he asks, digging his fingers into my shoulders reassuringly.

  “Okay?” It's a whine.

  Are you kidding? That's what I think, but I can't form words, much less fire sarcasm his way.

  It doesn't matter. Before I can say anything, he's got his arm around me, leading us to the little work bench in the back where the boys keep towels and rags to clean themselves up.

  I'm still speechless when he starts cleaning me, very gently, slowly soaking up the oil splattered on my arms. I don't know whether to shut down or say thanks.

  He probably thinks there's something wrong with me because I haven't said a word since I all but tumbled into his arms. There's just that worn towel in his hands gliding across my skin, him stealing concerned glances every time he brushes the grime away.

  It's almost a brotherly look. Ugh.

  The last look in the world I want from our local hottie. It's a cheap one, too. I can get big brother eyes anytime from Matt, when he isn't getting after me for taking too much time in the bathroom we share at home.

  “What the hell's happening out here?” Daddy's booming voice rings out above us, and my anxious haze breaks.

  “I fell,” I tell him, my eyes on the floor while heat lashes my cheeks. I'm about three seconds from going up in a puff of smoke once the shame hits combustion level. “I wasn't looking, and there was oil on the floor.”

  “It's my fault, sir.” Ryan stands, stepping in front of me, almost like he's offering protection. “We should've had a sign up. I saw her at the last second, and yelled out a few seconds too late. There's no excuse. It's company policy to have the warning signs up, and I didn't do my job. Never thought anybody else would be walking through here on a Sunday.”

  Daddy and me are just staring, listening to him talk.

  Has he lost his mind? He's standing there, straight as a soldier, telling my crazy-eyed father that he's the reason his little peanut nearly broke her back.

  For a second, daddy glares at him. I'm expecting his huge ex-Navy hands to reach out and wrap around Ryan's muscular throat.

  “Kara, cover your ears,” he says, voice as deep as thunder.

  I oblige, but I press so lightly I can still hear everything through it.

  “Kid, you fucked up,” daddy says, stepping up to Ryan until there's barely an inch of space between them. “You put a co-worker in danger, and not just any worker, but my daughter. That said, you do good work. Damned good work for a sixteen year old. You don't complain, you punch the clock when you should, and you're more mature than you ought to be for somebody who's had it rough, going through who knows how many foster homes before you wound up here. If you want, you've got a bright future doing cars or just about anything else. That's why I'm going to cut you some slack, just this once.”

  “It won't happen again,” Ryan says, bowing his head. “It's my mistake, and I own it. All I can do now is learn.”

  “You're right,” daddy snaps, stabbing a finger into his chest. “You're also straight with me, I'll give you that. But I don't care if you're Honest Abe's long lost grandson, and you've got a magic ability to build me a Viper from the wheels up. We don't skimp on safety in this shop. Screw up again, cause anybody else to fall down on their ass, and you are fucking gone.”

  “Got it,” Ryan says, holding his ground while daddy pulls his hand away.

  He gives me a look over Ryan's shoulder that says it's okay to bring my hands down.

  “You weren't the only one with no focus today. I'm having a talk with Jack and Mickey next. You've only been working for me six weeks. They've been here for twelve years, and they ought to know better. Here, do me a favor.” He pauses, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out his keys. There's no warning before they're airborne, landing in Ryan's hand. “Drive my daughter home. It's only a couple miles, and she knows the way.”

  I don't know who's more surprised – me, or Ryan.

  Guess he wants to prove there's no hard feelings. But Ryan's had his license for about six months. Sure, it's such a small town, daddy's other employees do little favors like this all the time.

  Still, my father's trusting him with me. Alone.

  “No problem,” he says slowly.” I'll have her home, and be back here with your truck in five or ten.”

  Daddy nods briskly, walking away without another word. I'm standing, but I'm barely processing the fact that Ryan freaking Caspian is taking me home.

  It's going to be the longest two mile drive I've ever had in my life.

  “You don't say much,” he tells me, as soon as he starts the engine, checking to make sure I'm buckled in.

  “I'm just as surprised as you,” I say, eyeballing that unreadable expression on his face. It's s
o good at hiding whatever he's really thinking. “Why did he give you the keys after chewing you out?”

  “Your old man believes in second chances. I screwed up, and owned up. Besides showing me there's no hard feelings, he saw how I jumped to help clean you up after the spill.”

  His eyes flick over while we're stopped at a light. He's either gawking at the total mess I've become, or noticing the notebook sticking out the top of my backpack's broken zipper, clutched tightly in my hand for stability.

  “What's in there? List of all your crushes?”

  My head turns slowly. I'm tired, I'm dirty, and I'm mortified that the only crush I've ever had is driving me home like the world's handsomest babysitter. Worse, if he digs too far into crushes, it won't take much for him to realize there's only one on my non-existent list.

  “It's math homework, Ryan. Miss Harper's Geometry class.”

  “Oh, geometry. I did that like three years ago.”

  I turn my head back toward the window, flicking my hair angrily. Like he has to remind me how incredibly smart and gifted he is. By now, everybody in school knows he's a freak.

  The Samson body has a brain attached, and it's brilliant. He's been skipped so far ahead in math and science, he's taking advanced classes at the local community college. He only shows up at our school half-days for English, social studies, and a few other electives.

  “Didn't mean anything about the list. Just giving you crap,” he says quietly, when we're just a couple streets away from mine. “Guess your parents don't let you date. It's cool, Kara, you're only a freshmen.”

  Only? This ride home from hell isn't getting any better.

  Then he looks at me, a mischievous smirk pulling at his lips. “I'm not here to pry. Just meant to say you're going to have your pick when you're old enough to make it count.”

  “My pick? What're you talking about?”

  He punches the accelerator, and we fly past the last few houses, before I motion to the little blue one on the right. He shifts the truck into park, pulling along the curb.

 

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