Today I’m happy to share about another book by Alexis A. Goring – this time with an excerpt.
A Second Chance
Genres: Christian Fiction, Clean Romance
Written for: Adults
Newly single food critic and newspaper reporter Traci Hightower is done with dating. After the man of her dreams left her at the altar on their wedding day and ran off with the woman she thought was her best friend, Traci resolves to focus on work and resigns herself to being a bachelorette for life. Marc Roberts is a political reporter who is known as Mr. Nice Guy, the one who always finishes last. However, Marc
Marc bounced his white, baseball-size stress ball off the left wall of his cubicle in the newspaper office where he worked his beat as a politics reporter. For now. Until he could get back to Chicago and work for the Reporter.
He thought of her. Traci. His dream girl. From the restaurant. Now, all he needed to do was to get up the nerve to call her. He retrieved her business card from his wallet and stared at it.
“What’s that, bro?”
Marc knew that voice. His friend and colleague, Victor Hall. Marc shoved Traci’s business card underneath his keyboard. “Nothing.”
Victor ignored Marc’s comment, reached over Marc, and maneuvered the business card from under the keyboard. “‘Traci Hightower, food critic and education reporter for the Maryland Times.’ What’s this about?”
Marc snatched it from him. “None of your business.”
Victor’s eyes widened. “You met her, didn’t you?”
Marc grinned. “Yeah. She was reviewing Marie Claire’s.”
“So, what are you going to do?”
Victor scrunched his eyebrows. “Why?”
Marc sighed. “Candi dumped me last weekend. She said she just wants to be friends.”
Victor crossed his arms and leaned against the left wall of Marc’s cubicle. “Was this before or after you met Traci?”
Victor slapped his thighs. “Well then, looks like God was watching out for you. The wrong girl dumped you a few days before He brought the right girl into your life. You better move on it.”
Marc squeezed the ball. “I can’t.”
“What if she just wants to be friends? Like all the rest of my ex-girlfriends?”
Victor grabbed Traci’s business card from beside Marc’s keyboard. “Well, you’ll never know if you don’t go on at least one date with your dream girl, now will you?”
Victor whipped out his cell phone.
Marc just about jumped out of his chair, but didn’t want to distract his colleagues. Instead, he hissed at his colleague in a low tone. “What are you doing?”
Victor’s eyes twinkled as he gave Marc a knowing look. “I’m making you a date with destiny.”
Marc stood and swiped for the phone. “Don’t.” But Victor was already leaving a voice mail. Marc slumped in his chair.
“Hey Traci, this is Victor. I am calling on behalf of my colleague, Marc. He’d like to talk to you. Would you please call him at this number?”
Marc rubbed his temples as Victor recited the digits to Marc’s personal cell phone.
His friend ended the call and returned the business card to Marc. “All done. Your future is in motion. The follow-through is up to you.”
Marc shook his head, then looked up at his friend. “I want to be mad at you right now but . . .”
“You can thank me when she says, ‘I do.’” Victor flashed a mischievous grin. “I’ve got a good feeling about this one.”