Her Chance at Love

by Nicki Night

  The Barrington Brothers are here! Meet Blake...

  Trust doesn’t come easily to senator’s daughter Cadence Payne—especially after her disastrous engagement. Dating is no longer at the top of her to-do list, no matter how persistent fellow attorney Blake Barrington may be. Yet the sexy, notorious lawyer makes a very convincing argument. Cadence is almost tempted to give in...until Blake’s implicated in a scandal and hires her to defend him!

  Little by little, Blake is getting past Cadence’s defenses and giving a whole new meaning to attorney-client privilege. But days and nights spent in close proximity prove dangerously distracting. If Blake loses this case, his career, Cadence’s reputation and their romance will all be in jeopardy. Can he convince her to believe in him despite her fears—or is he gambling with his future and her heart?

  Even if she wanted him, which he knew she did, it was too soon for the likes of Cadence.

  He would play her way. She was worth it.

  Neither of them spoke at first. Facing each other, they held hands.

  When Blake could no longer stand being that close to her without touching her, he pulled her face to his and kissed her. Then he placed his hand in the small of her back and pressed her body against his. Their tongues danced at a slow, warm tempo. As if a fire had been lit under them, the heat intensified and the pace of their kiss increased until the rhythm they created pounded in his chest. His hands roamed her body. She purred. Cadence’s hands found their way to the back of his head and pulled him in. Time passed. When they finally forced their lips apart, they were gasping. Collapsing into each other, they held on until their heartbeats returned to a manageable rhythm.

  If last night’s kiss was explosive, then tonight’s kiss was reminiscent of a nuclear blast.

  Dear Reader,

  I’m excited to share my debut novel, Her Chance at Love, with you. As a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic, I adore stories that remind us that love is still very much alive. On this journey, you’ll meet the first of the three sexy, accomplished Barrington Brothers.

  Cadence Payne, like many of us, declared that she was done with men for a while. Then Blake Barrington came along and jolted her dormant sense of desire to life. Besides being a gorgeous lawyer, Blake has a tendency to push the envelope in sexy and daring ways—like when he took Cadence to the sensually enticing restaurant Sex on the Table on their first date!

  Cadence isn’t sure if she should completely let go and trust this man with her heart—especially after a scandal breaks and he’s right in the middle of it.

  Find out how Blake intends to win Cadence over and prove both his innocence and his love. I hope you are truly intrigued!

  Happy reading!

  Nicki Night

  Nicki Night is an edgy hopeless romantic who enjoys creating stories of love and new possibilities. Nicki has a penchant for adventure and is currently working on penning her next romantic escapade. Nicki resides in the city where dreams are made of, but occasionally travels to her treasured seaside hideaway to write in seclusion. She enjoys hearing from readers and can be contacted on Facebook, through her website at nickinight.com, or via email at nickinightwrites@gmail.com.

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  This book is dedicated to my shero, Eva Daniel,

  who is now cooking with the angels.

  Acknowledgments

  A few years ago, I attended my very first RT Booklovers Convention and was determined to return one day as a romance author on the other side of that signing table. By the time I left my hotel, story ideas for handsome heroes and spirited heroines were pouring into my soul. It was as if a portal had opened up! My author-girlfriend Zuri Day gave me an amazing boost of confidence, and when she told me, “You can certainly do this!” I then took my ideas, the gift that God had blessed me with, and my laptop and started writing.

  In 2014, I returned to RT Booklovers Convention armed with proposals, trained pitches and juicy tidbits about the stories that flowed through me. You could only faintly—very faintly—imagine my absolute delight when Glenda Howard suggested that I email her my proposal and the first three chapters of my story. Now I’m here...writing acknowledgments for my very first romance novel.

  There’s a long list of folks that I want to thank for being instrumental in this journey, starting with God. Father, I give You ALL the glory! Zuri Day, you sassy Caribbean Queen, thank you for your vote of confidence. Glenda Howard, thank you for taking a chance on a girl from Queens with big dreams. Brenda Jackson, thank you for your friendship and for imparting so much wisdom on me during our lively lunches! Tony Dunlop ESQ, thanks for helping me keep the legal aspects of this story authentic. Donna Hill, my friend, my romance idol, thank you for taking the time to read my baby and for giving it your stamp of approval. To Harlequin’s entire Kimani Romance team, thank you for your role in bringing Her Chance at Love to life. To the love of my life, Les, and my entire family, thank you for sharing me with my passion and believing that I can accomplish any crazy thing I set out to do. To the book clubs and readers, thank you for embracing me!

  To everyone, as my bestie, Renee Daniel Flagler, would say, “Always #DreamEnormously!”

  Ciao darlings!

  Your friend,

  Nicki

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 1

  “You haven’t had sex in how long?” Alana Tate shrieked.

  Cadence Payne recoiled as her eyes darted around the bustling coffeehouse and then landed on the shocked wide-eyed expression on her closest friend’s face. She couldn’t believe how loud she had just said that. “Alana!” she chided, embarrassed for both of them.

  “Don’t Alana me!” she said, still speaking at the same volume that she had just used to let everyone in proximity know that Cadence hadn’t had any in a while. “What are you waiting for? Please don’t tell me you’re still pining over that loser Kenny. I thought you were over him!” she said, referring to Cadence’s ex-fiancé, Kenneth Dalton. “I still can’t believe he married that woman so soon after you two broke off the engagement. Jerk.”

  “Shh!” Cadence waved her hand at Alana, urging her to lower her voice before the entire coffeehouse ended up knowing all her business. “It has nothing to do with Kenny,” she found herself whispering, then rolled her eyes and sighed. She knew Alana meant well, but she needed to reel her in before she went too far. Shaking her head, she took a sip of her chai latte. “I just haven’t found anyone that I’m interested in d
ating, let alone sleeping with.”

  “That’s because for the past six months you’ve dated your job. With the time you’ve put into working, there’s no room for anything else.” Alana gave her a pitiful look. “You need to get out more.”

  “Well, once I make senior counsel, then maybe I’ll have time for a date or two.” Yeah, right. She hoped her statement would be enough to get Alana off her back—even if she didn’t believe it herself. Cadence was hurt when Kenny abruptly ended their engagement. Not only did the breakup severely bruise her ego, but also she didn’t know love could hurt so badly. Then Kenny poured salt into her already wounded heart when he married another woman a few short weeks after. Cadence stood, indicating that it was time to go. Grabbing her empty cup, she started for the trash can, and then headed for the door. Cadence wanted to get out of that place and away from their topic as quickly as possible, adding distance between her and the notion of dating anyone. Alana was fast on her heels.

  “You’re coming with me tonight!” Alana declared.

  Cadence suddenly stopped walking, causing Alana to crash into her from behind. Clucking her teeth, she shook her head and started walking again. “Where are you going now?” she asked, digging in her oversize purse in search of her car keys.

  “The NYAA mixer.”

  Cadence spun around with her hands up in protest, “No!”

  Alana took in a breath and exhaled. “I know you don’t like those kinds of gatherings, but you need to get out and meet some new people.”

  Ignoring Alana, Cadence clicked the car alarm and slid into the driver’s seat. Alana sat next to her, on the passenger’s side. The last place she wanted to meet someone was at a mixer full of pretentious lawyers. They reminded her of high-profile cattle calls where arrogant men waltzed around in their tailored suits trying to one-up each other with their dossier of accomplishments, while the women shamelessly put their pedigrees and other things on display for all to see. Her last ill-fated relationship was with a lawyer. Needless to say, that was not a match made in anybody’s heaven.

  Cadence never did fare well at these types of events. A self-proclaimed horrible networker, she shied away from them as much as she could, which is why she never joined the New York Association of Attorneys. She didn’t feel comfortable in the presence of these groups. Besides being somewhat of a loner, she was also the daughter of a senator and had experienced more than her share of inauthentic relationships. Now she just tried to avoid them at all costs.

  Without another word, Cadence pulled off and headed back toward her home in Garden City.

  “Cadence!” Alana yelled, turning toward her in the passenger seat. “I know you hear me talking to you. It will be fun. We don’t have to stay long. Besides, I’m on the board of the local chapter, so I have to at least show my face.”

  “No, Alana! I’m not going.”

  Alana grunted. “You really should give it a try. I’ve made so many great connections.”

  “I have all the connections I need. My dad is a senator, remember?”

  “Your own connections...” Frustrated, Alana shook her head. “Besides, it will be good for you to meet some of the members and see how we do things. You really should consider joining. You’d be a great addition.”

  “I’m doing fine on my own. You know social groups aren’t my thing.”

  “It’s a professional organization, not some social club.” Alana blew out an irritated breath. “Well, you owe me anyway! Come tonight and we can call it even.”

  Cadence nearly slammed on the brakes. “Owe you for what?”

  “Dragging me to your annoying cousin’s party.”

  “Oh...that.” Cadence sighed, casting her eyes sideways. She had to admit, that event was a disaster. She’d felt obligated to attend because it was family but didn’t want to go alone, so she’d lugged Alana along with her promising that she’d make it up to her.

  “So, yeah. You owe me.” Alana smiled, sitting up in her seat as if she’d just won a prize.

  Cadence cut her eyes. “I still didn’t say I was going.” Alana turned toward Cadence and stared.

  Cadence’s resolve collapsed as she pulled the car to a park in front of Alana’s condominium. “Okay. I’ll go.”

  “Yay—” Cadence cut Alana’s celebration off with a narrowed eye and a pointed finger. “What?” Alana drew the inquiry out.

  “I’m not staying more than an hour. So when I’ve had enough, you have to leave with me.”

  “Trust me. You’ll have a blast.” Alana leaned over and hugged her friend. “I’m driving, so I’ll pick you up at six. We have to get to midtown before seven and I want to be sure to get a close parking spot.”

  Cadence looked at the green digital numbers illuminating the dashboard. “It’s five thirty now! I have to get home, shower and find something to wear.”

  “See you at six,” Alana reiterated with a huge smile, ignoring Cadence’s alarmed expression as she exited the car. “I have to get there early. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.” She slammed the door and then leaned over, gesturing for Cadence to roll down the window. Sticking her head in, she said, “Now that I’m getting you out, the next thing we need to do is get you a man so you can get laid.” Alana howled at Cadence’s twisted lips. Cadence rolled the window up on her and pulled off, watching Alana continue to laugh through her rearview mirror.

  Chapter 2

  Blake Barrington looked at his brothers and shook his head. Both Hunter’s and Drew’s backs were bent as they held their stomachs, roaring at Blake’s expense. At first, Blake tried not to be taken in by their antics, but couldn’t help himself and eventually folded and let loose his own contained laughter.

  That was the third woman in the past fifteen minutes that had practically thrown herself at Blake’s feet. He wondered if his brothers were trying to prank him and actually ran his hand across his back as high as he could to make sure they hadn’t posted any crazy signs. The last woman was the weirdest of all, approaching him by taking his hand in hers and kissing the back side. When she lifted her eyes to meet his, Blake wasn’t sure if the dark shading over her lip was moisture from a drink or a real-life mustache. However, when he looked down at the spirally coils springing from her ample cleavage, he realized his vision wasn’t failing him. From the looks of it, this woman had a robust supply of testosterone. Instinctively, his hand went to his chest and he thought about the fact that she had more hair on hers that he did on his.

  “Enough already,” he chided his brothers, who continued to laugh uncontrollably. Drew’s eyes glistened and he fell into a coughing fit. Hunter had to pound him on the back a few times. Blake shook his head and called the waitress over and ordered another round.

  When Drew was able to regain his composure, he straightened his back, wiped his tears and breathed deep. “Sorry, bro. I couldn’t help myself. Your Sasquatch radar is obviously on the blink. I wish you could have seen your own eyes when they landed on her mustache.” Drew fell into another fit of laughter.

  “Don’t worry, man—” Hunter placed a reassuring hand on Blake’s shoulder “—big brother will show you how it’s done,” he said, picking up the snifter of whiskey the voluptuous barmaid had just placed on the counter. Passing one glass to each brother, he said, “Cheers,” and lifted the blend in the air for a toast before throwing back a healthy sip.

  They had met at the trendy lounge early enough to share a drink together before the NYAA mixer started. Hunter and Blake had followed their father’s example of becoming attorneys. At twenty-nine, Hunter was the oldest with Blake trailing him by eleven months. Drew, the baby of the crew, was two years Blake’s junior and the rebel of the family. Despite acquiring his JD, he opted to pursue his passion in the world of motorcycles instead of practicing law. His championship races and award-winning designs graced the pages of the most popula
r motorcycling-enthusiast magazines.

  Taking notice of the growing crowd, Blake looked at his watch. Throwing back his last sip of whiskey, he winced at the favorable burn and placed the glass back down on the bar. “We should get going.” Blake led the brothers through the dimly lit lounge down to the lower level, where the mixer was actually taking place.

  Nodding at a few familiar faces along the way, Blake narrowed his eyes in search of other members of the board. He had recently been elected as a director on the executive board to replace his predecessor, who had just resigned due to relocating. Their father had always told them to be sure to rub elbows with the right people. It certainly helped him become a judge. After taking in the scene and surveying the women, Blake took a seat next to his brothers at the bar.

  “Who’s that?” Drew’s eyes were stretched wide. Blake’s and Hunter’s eyes followed his line of sight. When they noticed whom Drew was inquiring about, simultaneously they reared their heads back.

  “Stay away from her. Ask Blake,” Hunter said.

  “Her name is Mandy, and it took me six months to get her to stop randomly showing up at my door with lingerie on under an overcoat.”

  Drew raised his brow. “You must have really put it on her,” he said, smiling and resting his back against the bar.

  “Actually, no. I was dating her friend and she had obviously shared a few details with her about our...eh...encounters. Once we stopped dating, that’s when Mandy started showing up talking about how much she’d heard about me and wanted to experience a few things for herself.” Blake angled his back toward Mandy, who seemed to be walking in their direction.

  “Is she a lawyer, too?” Drew asked.

  “Yeah, but she just joined the organization,” Hunter added.

  “Wow. All those brains and she’s still crazy. Ha!” Drew slapped his leg at his own remark.

  “Yeah. That’s why I’ve sworn off dating other lawyers. It’s not cool sleeping with a woman and the next morning you find yourself sitting on the opposite side of the negotiation table and your clients are at war with each other,” Blake said, thinking of a similar encounter with the last attorney he dated.