Take A Chance

REBELLE AND WILL'S STORY IS FINALLY HERE!

Rebelle Black just wants to be left alone. Free from the shackles of her abusive husband, she's starting her life over and finally doing things her way. That is, until a billionaire with an annoying award-winning smile shows up at her shelter and offers her the help she hates to admit she needs.

He's everything she avoids: loud, domineering, brash, yet so damn charming she can't help but lower her guard. She swore never to tie herself to a man again but this one is forcing his way into her life and quite possibly into her heart.

Will Crawford is having a midlife crisis. He's a billionaire playboy who has left his celebrity lifestyle behind to spend two weeks in Citrus Pines celebrating a friend's wedding. Only now, he can't bear the thought of getting back to his life and business empire.

On his way out of town he sees the sign he's been looking for. The Take A Chance shelter needs a volunteer. Except it's run by the prickly woman he's been fantasizing about for weeks who couldn't be less interested in him. Can he convince Rebelle to take a chance on him and help him find the happiness that's been eluding him? Or will he have to leave it all behind and return to the big city?

Take A Chance is the 5th book in the Citrus Pines series by Lila Dawes and is a grumpy x sunshine (she's grumpy!) romance set in the small town readers have fallen in love with.
There are a number of themes discussed in this book and these are listed in the front matter, please take care when reading.
Grab your copy now and if you're new to the series, start your journey with book 1: It's Only Love.

Snippet:
Rebelle fed the animals, the dogs howling away for their food while the cats appeared disinterested, but she knew they were starving really. Me too buddy, me too. She paused for a moment, wiping her hand across her sweaty forehead and then she heard it; gravel flicking up as a car came up the path towards the shelter.
Rebelle's heart pounded in her chest, her pulse throbbed in her ears. The dogs began barking wildly and she stumbled outside, the sun blinding her and she wrangled the animals inside before they knocked over whoever had come to visit. When she finally turned around, she lifted her arm to shield her eyes from the sun and fear pounded through her once again.
It's him.
The terrifying man she had seen at the bar once. He was tall, hugely built, his white dress shirt pulled tight across his wide chest, his arms corded with muscles and his black pants, held up by suspenders, clung to thighs thicker than her hips. Rebelle hated muscles; all they were was evidence of the strength someone could use to hurt you.
His shoes looked like they cost more than the building behind her and don't even get her started on his fancy mid-life crisis car, gleaming red in the sunshine. The sun bounced off his hair, strawberry blond and swept to one side,. She could see tattoos crawling up his chest and wrapping around his neck, running down the forearms that were being revealed as he rolled up his shirtsleeves. Expensive looking sunglasses shielded his eyes but she didn't want to see them.
She wanted him to leave.
Now.
He was a mountain of a man and she had faced men like him before. He scared her, her fear rooting her to the spot. That fear didn't dissipate even when he pulled off his sunglasses, revealing his bright eyes, one green and one blue. Didn't dissipate when his mouth split wide with a smile, exposing straight, white teeth that practically sparkled in the sun.
In fact, as she took him in her fear only grew, even more so when he opened his mouth and his deep voice, so thick, so male, rumbled from him.
"Well, hello there beautiful, fancy seeing you here."