Second Chance: Heart of Fire Book 2 (Shifter Romance)

By Trina Page

Shae misses Devon, a lord of the earth, more than she thought was possible. Their one night together haunts her waking hours. She tries to go back to her everyday humdrum life. But the entrance of a devastatingly handsome man, some strange goings on, and the young woman finds herself caught between fading hope of ever seeing her lover again and the attentions of a new man. When the time comes, will she know which to choose?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trina Page
• Release date: Aug 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781537860732

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HEART OF FIRE (BOOK 2)

Second Chance

Trina Page

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ISBN: 9781537860732

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 1

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WHO KNEW ABSTINENCE COULD BE so difficult? That was the uppermost question in Shae’s mind these days. At least, ever since she lost her virginity to a creature that lived who knows how deep in the earth.

Though that didn’t mean he was some sort of monster. On the contrary, Devon, as he preferred to be called, looked very much like an ordinary man. He simply had the ability to bend rock to his will. There was the very real possibility he was able to do more. That happened to be the only power she witnessed in their short time together.

Unconsciously Shae pressed her thighs together, a familiar ache building between them. She lay in bed, the red digital clock reading that it was way too early for her to be awake. The time three thirty was burning into her retinas. She wasn’t supposed to be up until after six.

Groaning, the young woman rolled over, burrowing her head into the pillow. This was beginning to be a regular nuisance. A whole month since sleeping with the strange being, and she never imagined this to be the side effect.

Her body craved the new sensations he had awakened within her. Several times she was jolted from sleep from a wonderful dream involving him, only to find her hand between her legs, the other massaging her breast.

Cheeks flaming, she cursed him, pulling the offending appendages away. It was all because of him that her body was no longer under her control. There was a small, realistic voice that rationalized this was a natural need for her mature body. She ignored it and put all the blame on him. Devon shouldn’t have been so damn good in bed.

She could always date someone, but she found herself comparing every man to him. That one was too short, that one too fat. Shae felt completely ruined by the utter perfection of his body. Not that he wasn’t a nice guy too. At least he was gentle with her, making her first time beautiful.

So that left her with an unsatisfied body. Willing her heart rate to slow down, the young woman attempted to fall asleep once more.

She was surprised when she was actually able to. The bleeping of her alarm woke her several hours later. With a limp arm she reached over and pressed the button silencing the wicked creature. Giving a yawn that felt like it broke her jaw, she slithered her way out of bed.

After a quick shower, feeling much more like a normal person, she got dressed. A black pair of slacks with matching shirt awaited her where she’d set them the night before. Breakfast was the usual cereal, drowning in milk.

Sitting at her table, she watched the scene outside her two story apartment. People all over the small city were beginning to awaken as well. Fall was coming, and with it shorter days. Outside the sun was just peeping over the horizon.

Here and there the lights were turning on, or already on, in houses and apartments like her own. Idly she picked at her food, her mind still on the events a month ago. She lifted up one hand, examining a faint scar that encircled one finger. The white lines were fading even more, though she could have sworn that at one time that wasn’t the case.

About a week ago she thought she felt a prick of pain, as if the skin was splitting apart. Upon looking down, she saw the faintest trace of a line of pink, where her under skin was showing through. For the entire day she kept examining her finger, to the point where her boss at the office even asked about it.

Mumbling a lie about having cut herself recently, she was forced to refocus on her work. When she went to bed that night, the small opening was still there. By the next morning, though, it was back to the small scar.

Shae admitted to herself that she hoped it meant Devon had returned. At the same time the young woman remembered that he himself admitted to almost never leaving his home deep underneath the earth. And the way he spoke of time as such an immaterial thing, she didn’t doubt the days flew by differently for him. A year for her probably didn’t mean any more than a day to him.

With a sigh she refocused on getting ready to leave for work that day. Eating her food, she primped herself up, grabbed her bag, and was out of her home by seven thirty. As per the usual, traffic jammed the roads as she drove in her car.

Still, she’d given herself plenty