Maybe that old song got it right.
Maybe love can be better the second time around.
When one of my wingmen needs help, I'll do anything for him, including calling in a favor with the one person I swore I'd never speak to again.
Not after I walked away from that life five years ago and ditched the trappings of my success. The keyword being trap.
I left it all behind.
Now the ambitious, brilliant, talented, and undeniably beautiful Roslyn Porter is back in my life. I'm not the same person she knew. I'm trying to be a better man.
No man is an island, but Dan Ashland comes close. He's content with his quiet life on Whidbey, a world away from the rat race on the other side of the ferry.
Dan has three great loves in his life: solitude, pizza, and Roslyn Porter.
Better Love is a standalone second chance romance featuring Dan Ashland and the fourth book in the Wingmen series.
Roslyn stood a few feet away, blocking the path into the rest of the apartment. “Ready?”
I peered over her head and attempted to see more of the stylish space. “Are you hiding a body back there?”
She blanched and her laugh sounded too high. “No, of course not.”
“You’re hiding something.”
“And you’re nosy. Don’t we have reservations? You know how this city is these days with all of the hard core foodies. If we’re late, we’ll lose the table. Plus traffic is a nightmare with all the Viaduct construction.”
“Fine. Plausible deniability is probably for the best. If you are a serial killer, I don’t want to know.”
“You say the words every girl dreams of hearing, Ashland.”
The way she formed the letters of my name made think she wanted to replace land with hole.
Giving her my best grin, I surrendered. “Shall we go? I don’t want some hipster in a floppy hat getting our table and eating all the best oysters.”
She grabbed her purse and a coat from the closet door hidden in the wall in the foyer. “Let’s go.”
Outside she paused. “Yours?”
I followed her finger to where she pointed at my car. “It is.”
Her wide eyes met mine. “You kept it?”
I nodded, but didn’t respond further.
“I thought you said you got rid of everything.”
“I might have exaggerated the truth.” The car was the most conspicuous, but I’d retained some of my more sentimental purchases.
I opened the door for her and she gracefully folded herself into the seat. Once I was buckled into my own seat, she spoke again. “I’m glad you kept it. It’s a beautiful.”
“Some things are too good to give up.” I glanced at her and then in the rearview mirror before pulling into traffic.
About the Author
USA Today Bestselling Author Daisy Prescott writes romantic comedies about real love.
Her Modern Love Stories feature characters in their thirties and forties finding and rediscovering love in unexpected and humorous ways. Her Wingmen books star regular guys who often have beards, drive trucks, and love deeply once they fall.
Born and raised in San Diego, Daisy currently lives in a real life Stars Hollow in the Boston suburbs with her husband and an imaginary house goat. When not writing about herself in the third person, Daisy can be found traveling, gardening, baking, or lost in a good book.