Jack - a second chance Marine romance

In the Marines, their relationship was forbidden.

Will an unexpected reunion at a cat shelter fundraiser lead to a second chance?

Vivi's last deployment left her wounded, ending her military career. Now she's a college student in Boston and volunteers at a nearby cat shelter. Spending time with the fur balls is her sanctuary from the real world.

Until a fundraiser when she runs into a man she could never have. She needs to escape.

She's no longer the woman Jack remembers. No longer whole.

Broken.


Active duty had its challenges for Jack, but reentry into the civilian world presents new ones. The biggest choice being what will he do next?

When his mother and sister drag him to a gala raising money for cats, he sees the woman he hasn't been able to forget. They met in Okinawa, and he's been wondering about her since that painful goodbye.

He'll ask her to dance.

One dance. It doesn't have to mean anything.

But it could...

One dance might lead to a second chance.


Jack is a standalone novella in the Anchor Me series by USA Today bestselling author Lisa Carlisle. Navy SEALs, Marines, and hometown heroes -- Each encounters his most complicated mission yet when a woman from his past challenges his plans for his future.

The evening was going swimmingly. Vivi chatted with attendees and other volunteers about the cats and smiled whenever someone oohed and aahed over how adorable they were.

She froze. It couldn't be him. Not here. Not now.

It could. And it was.

She blinked. She wasn't fantasizing about this. This was the real, earth-shaking deal.

Run!

Although her initial reaction was to flee, her body responded in a different, pulse-rising way. Traitor.

He was still fine. No, better than fine. In a suit, he didn't appear stuffy at all; more like sinfully delicious. He stood over six feet tall, and his chiseled face was clean shaven, as she'd always seen him, but he'd let his hair grow in a couple of inches. He no longer sported the high and tight Marine haircut. The new hair style made him even sexier. Ooh, she could run her fingers through the sandy brown strands...

Sure, his date would love that.

Figured he'd be with some gorgeous blonde. Her pink chiffon dress showed off her killer body. In her spiky heels, she was only a few inches shorter than Jack. Ugh, she probably had legs as tall as the John Hancock Tower.

Oh no, they were walking in her direction. Must escape. Where to? She couldn't duck under a table. And she couldn't abandon her station, running away like a cat with its tail between her legs. Oh great, now she'd resorted to cat clichés.

If you turn your head, he might pass by unnoticed.

"Vivi? Vivi Parker?"