Never Been Kissed (Second Chances)

By: Mari Carr

Two’s company. Three is perfection.

Second Chances, Book 5

Shelly MacIsaac has pretty much given up all hope. Hope that she’ll lose weight, that she’ll find any excitement in life, that there will ever be any man in her bed besides Barney, her cat.

When her friend Zoey suggests the wine girls come up with resolutions for the New Year, Shelly latches onto the one everyone expects her to choose—the tried-and-true commitment to go on a diet and get into shape. Deep inside, however, Shelly knows she needs to change a lot more than just her physical appearance.

After a year licking his wounds over a broken romance, Christian is through. He’s been quietly lusting after Shelly at work, and he’s not wasting any more time. There’s something about her that makes him believe she’s the one. Unfortunately, Shelly’s kickboxing instructor, Lance—Christian’s best friend—has set his sights on the sweet blonde as well.

Instead of pistols at dawn, the two friends come up with a deliciously erotic answer to their shared dilemma—if the shy beauty will accept their racy proposal.

Warning: There is a chance this story will encourage you to go on a diet and begin an intense exercise regime. After all, flavored body lube is low cal, right? And sex is a great way to burn calories.







Dedication

To Valerie and Shea, the inspirations for Shelly. I am in awe of your determination, your resilience and your beauty.





Prologue

“Congrats on the weight loss, Shelly. Why didn’t you tell me you were dieting? I would have done it with you. God knows I could stand to lose a few.”

Shelly MacIsaac rolled her eyes. “In what world do you need to lose weight, Josie?” Josie was her best friend and Shelly loved her like a sister, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t pea green with envy over Josie’s picture-perfect figure. To add insult to injury, Josie was the mother of an adorable six-year-old boy, but she hadn’t held on to a single ounce of baby weight as far as Shelly could tell.

Meanwhile, Shelly continually fought the battle of the bulge, celebrating the moments when she shed ounces because losing a whole pound at one time seemed pretty much impossible.

Josie took a sip of her wine. “My pants are starting to get snug.”

It was on the tip of Shelly’s tongue to say something about how hard it must be for Josie to have to wiggle into her size-six jeans, but she let the comment slide. She didn’t want to hurt Josie’s feelings, so instead, she said, “I only started in September and even then, it’s been a half-hearted effort at best. The holidays set me back. But now I’m getting really serious about it. Diet, exercise, the whole shebang. By this time next year, I want to be off the cholesterol and high-blood-pressure medicine and I want to be able to walk up a flight of stairs without gasping for breath.”

Josie lifted her wineglass in a silent toast. “Good for you.”

Georgie walked over to them and plopped down on the edge of the coffee table, joining their conversation. “I was sort of hoping you’d use that diary I got you for Christmas to record all your scandalous sex stories, but I suppose it would work as a food diary too. I’ve read loads of weight-loss articles that say it’s smart to write down what you eat every day.”

Shelly had thought Georgie’s gift was pretty cool and tried to ignore how much it paled in comparison to the heated sex gels she’d given Laura. Of course, spending money on that sort of stuff for Shelly would definitely be wasted.

Now that Georgie explained its purpose, Shelly was flattered her friend actually thought the journal would be used for something so racy. “Is that really why you gave me the diary? So I could write about sex?”

Georgie shrugged as if that fact should have been obvious. “It had a picture of a hot, almost completely naked guy on the front. Thought he might inspire you to commit some depraved acts in the bedroom.”

Georgie’s unpredictability and off-kilter view of the world were the two attributes Shelly loved most about her friend. She never, ever knew where Georgie was coming from, but figuring it out was always guaranteed to be fun.

“Of course. Now it can serve a dual purpose. You can use it to chart your weight loss and figure out how many calories you’ve burned between the sheets. I read in a magazine once that sex is the best exercise on earth. You can burn between a thousand and three thousand calories depending on who’s on top and how many times you come.”

Josie snorted. “Dear God. You know, Georgie, one of these days I’m going to make you show me this amazing magazine full of bizarre facts.”

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