Second Chance at First Love
Zoe Allison brings you a delightful story to warm your heart
Eva Mathers is a successful woman, except for when it comes to matters of the heart. When she returns home to Yorkshire as a pending divorcee, she realises her childhood
friend and first love Damon Evans is also newly single. It’s a pity he’s never noticed her romantically and had no idea that she was in love with him at school. But at least they can support each other as friends again.
Damon is attempting to adjust to life sharing the kids with his ex. His reconnection with Eva is strong, but she was always too good for him and made her indifference clear after they drifted apart during their younger years. In any case, she still seems to be hung up on her charismatic ex-husband. Eva is hiding things from Damon, secrets from her past. He wants to be there for her, so why can’t she let him in?
Eva is dealing with trauma, but she won’t confide in her loved ones. Can Damon help her break down her walls before it’s too late and they miss their second chance at first love?
Second Chance at First Love—Excerpt
He lifted his hands and fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. “It’s okay, though. I can manage.” He couldn’t even catch hold of the individual buttons.
Eva batted his hands away and knelt to help. “Come here.”
She undid each button carefully, trying not to touch his bare skin for fear that she may explode into a flaming ball of lust.
Then she took the shirt off, keeping her eyes away from his torso. “You need to stand now.” She lifted him to his feet, and quickly got his jeans belt and button undone before he could collapse onto the bed. She had only just gotten the jeans down when he did just that, sitting heavily.
“I haven’t got the duvet back yet. You need to stand again.”
He shook his head. “I can’t.”
Eva knelt in front of him. “Why not? I’ll help you.”
He cupped her face. “You’re so beautiful.”
Eva thought her heart might explode. “Damon—”
“No, listen. You really are beautiful. I’m not just saying that cause I’m drunk,” he said, slurring his words. “It’s true. You’re my best friend, Evie. My BF. My BFF. Wait! How many Fs are there?”
“Come on,” she said gently. “Let me get you under the covers.”
But he just drew her face nearer to his. He was still gorgeous, even when he was pissed.
He smiled. “Thanks for looking after me.”
He leaned forward and gently kissed her lips, like he meant to give her a small peck then draw away again. But as soon as he made contact, he lingered on, moving his lips slowly over hers, tasting her softly. It was the most gentle of butterfly kisses but fire still burned deep in her belly. She kissed him back for a couple of seconds then came to her senses and broke contact. She didn’t want this to happen when he was so drunk. It wasn’t fair to him—to either of them. As she moved away, he collapsed onto the pillow.
He was out for the count.
Meet Zoe Allison
Zoe lives in Scotland with her husband and two children. A medic by day, she started writing in her spare time as a means to
counter burn out and found that this was a balm for the soul. She is a fan of
the romantic genre and its ‘happy ever after’ ethos. A sharp contrast to what she can,
at times, see in her day job. Zoe is keen for the female lead in romantic fiction to
disabuse stereotypes and walk on an equal footing with her male counterparts.
She prefers male leads who do not display signs of toxic masculinity and believes
that positive masculinity is much more attractive to women and healthier for men.