Best Second Chance Romance Novels Novels & Stories

My skin prickles at the information he gives me and I feel an undying need to read the book. “The second chance mate bond…” I say, trying to act surprised. “Most people believe it to be a rumor.” Artemis laughs and shakes his head. “They happen, but rarely. It’s how the bond is acknowledged which makes it hard to come across your second chance mate. There is no touch and feel sparks, no scenting them when you find them. The bond allows you to fall in love first. Once both people admit they love each other, there is room for the bond to show itself IF they are second chance mates. My grandparents were second chance mates.”

It's been a mere week; it had taken longer for me to accept Beth, after all. Years... it took me to notice the first woman I fell in love with. I say first because now there's another. Cassidy is the second. These feelings are unmistakable. After all, I felt them once before, and despite me running from them, I know that they are there, and I'm scared. The deep hole that opens up anytime I'm in her presence. The need to touch her, bend her over... to have her in any way she'd give me. And slowly, the need to dominate her has been presenting itself.

If they knew, they would only push me into attending another second-chance evening. I had once made the mistake of going. The set-up resembled human speed dating: women seated at tables while men moved from one to the next. The difference was that we wolves spent those five minutes holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes, searching for a connection. Once past the age of thirty, the mate bond is no longer overwhelming, though faint traces of it can still be found. No one truly knows what those ‘hints’ are, as they manifest differently for everyone. That evening had been the longest and most uncomfortable of my life.

“But tomorrow, someone else will deliver it.” His lips curved into the faintest smile. “We’ll see.” Back at the café, Lila nearly exploded with excitement when Grace relayed the encounter. “Grace!” she squealed, grabbing her arm. “Do you understand what’s happening? This is like every romance novel ever. Grumpy billionaire, feisty girl, instant sparks!” Grace groaned, covering her face with her hands. “This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.”

Crystal asked, a hint of amusement in her tone as she noticed Arielle stepping closer to her. Arielle leaned in slightly and whispered, “Grandmother has a… unique taste in horror movies.” Crystal chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “That she does,” she replied. As Arielle’s gaze fell on the book in Crystal’s hands, her face lit up with rare excitement. “Maa, do you like historical romance?” she asked, her voice brimming with curiosity. Crystal tilted the book to show the cover and replied, “I like anything by this author.” She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm.

“I remember now. I remember everything—the summer we spent together.” Back then, we had clung to each other for warmth, drawing comfort from one another. Without realizing it, I had fallen in love with that boy. Caspian kissed me softly, reverently, as if making a vow. “Elysia,” he whispered, “stay with me for the rest of your life.” My eyes burned with tears as every last wall I had built finally collapsed. “Okay,” I replied. “I’ll stay with you. Forever.” Thank the heavens that I was given a second chance at life, so I wouldn’t miss the one I loved again.

he whispered so softly. Shit, he was really turning me on. I knew he would only continue to tease me. He was forcing me to make the first move. I couldn’t wait any longer, I longed for him. I leaned in and touched his lips with mine, I raised my hand to his cheek and kissed him slowly and passionately. Much different then when I kissed Ben. I had feelings for Jason, feelings that scared me but right now they were exciting me, like never before.

This was nothing like that. This second kiss was explosive. It detonated in my bloodstream, sending shockwaves through every nerve ending in my body. His free hand found my waist and pulled me closer, and I went willingly, rising from my chair to close the gap between us. Our knees bumped. The chair scraped backwards against the floor, but neither of us noticed.

“I’m here to decide what I can live with.” Lady Serephine’s hand slid from her belly to the edge of her gown, fingers smoothing fabric as if Elowen’s words were merely noise. “Decide,” she echoed softly. “But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.”