She never stopped loving him. He’ll risk everything to protect her.

When Michael Anderson left town to join the military, Reyna’s dreams of forever shattered. Once inseparable high school sweethearts, their perfect future crumbled with his sudden departure, leaving her heartbroken and unable to move on.

Years later, Michael returns—not as the carefree boy she once loved, but as a seasoned Army Ranger turned elite bodyguard. Haunted by regret, he’s determined to win Reyna back and prove he’s a man she can trust. But when someone tries to abduct her, Michael’s mission becomes more urgent: protect the woman he never stopped loving.

Reyna isn’t sure what’s more dangerous, the stranger intent on capturing her or the possibility of trusting Michael again. His touch still stirs a longing she’s tried to bury, but her still fresh heartbreak is a warning to stay guarded.

As danger closes in and tragedy forces them together, Reyna and Michael must confront their shared past and the feelings neither can deny.

This time, Michael is ready to fight—not just for her safety, but for the second chance they both deserve.

Can they rebuild what was lost, or will fear and broken trust keep them apart forever?

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Read an excerpt from Second Chance Serenity

Rain hammers my windshield as I head home from dropping Matty off with Margot. It was a fun evening, even if I hadn’t been able to get Reyna out of my head. The feel of her as I’d held her up from the ground earlier…the scent of her delicate perfume…she’s haunting my every moment.

The school comes up, and like I always do, I turn toward the parking lot. Will she be working tonight? Tucked away in her office prepping for another school year?

Lightning shoots across the sky as I pass, illuminating the school’s parking lot. My heart stops beating and my stomach plummets.

A large figure has a smaller one pinned to the ground.

Right beside Reyna’s car.

Without hesitation, I jerk my truck into the lot. As soon as my headlights shine on the fight and I get a clear view of who is being attacked, all rational thought leaves my mind. The masked attacker hauls Reyna up and tries to drag her toward her car.

I throw my truck into park and grab my gun. Flinging my door open, I jump out and rush forward. Rain slams into me, soaking me instantly, but it doesn’t matter.

Nothing matters but her.

“Let her go or I’ll drop you where you stand,” I snarl.

She’s drenched in rainwater, eyes barely open, face bloody. It takes every bit of training for me to keep my head level when all I want to do is rip him apart where he stands. Doing so, though, could put Reyna in even more danger.

So I leash my feral temper.

“Let. Her. Go,” I repeat. “This is your final warning.”