Three full length second chances stories from three New York Times Bestsellers Say I'm YoursI spent twenty years waiting for Trent Hennington to open his eyes and see me. But it was all for nothing. He chose to keep himself guarded and let me walk away, proving that my time and efforts were wasted.I'm done being invisible.It's time to move on.A single dance sets my new reality into motion, and I welcome it. After all, Cooper Townsend is perfect. He's kind, sexy, and attentive--everything a girl could want.I thought I got it right this time.That my heart could mend, and I would be happy.Apparently, some things really are just too hard to walk away from.Beautiful MistakeThe first time I met Caine West was in a bar.He noticed me looking his way and mistakenly read my scowling as checking him out.When he attempted to talk to me, I set him straight--telling him what I thought of his lying, cheating, egomaniacal ass.You see, the gorgeous jerk had wined and dined my best friend--smooth talking her into his bed, all along failing to mention that he was married. He deserved every bit of my tongue-lashing and more for what he'd done.Especially when that lazy smile graced his perfect face in response to my rant.Only it turned out, the man I'd just told off wasn't the right guy. Oops. My mistake. Embarrassed, I slunk out without an apology. I was never going to see the handsome stranger again anyway, right?That's what I thought...until I walked into class the next morning.Well, hello Professor West, I'm your new teaching assistant. I'll be working under you...figuratively speaking. Although the literal interpretation might not be such a bad thing--working under Professor West.This was going to be interesting...Drunk DialIt seemed like a good idea at the time. Look up Landon Roderick, that boy from childhood whom I'd never been able to forget--even though he so easily forgot about me--and call him. Then again, anything sounds like a good idea when you've had a little too much wine before bed, right? It was supposed to be just a quick, meaningless, prank call. Instead, I went off on him--unloading thirteen years of pent-up emotions. I didn't think he'd call me back. I certainly could never have anticipated the weeks of sexually tense phone conversations that followed as I got to know the man he'd become. Turned out, Landon had never really forgotten me, either. That special connection we had was still there. I opened up to him, but there were also things about me he didn't know. And he had his own secrets. Over the countless hours we talked on the phone, I wondered what would happen if we actually saw each other. One night, I did something impulsive again. Only this time, I went to the airport and booked a ticket to California. We were about to find out if one phone call could bring two lost souls together or if my drunk dial really was all just a big mistake.