Did you crush on your childhood rival? Ben did. Too bad he didn't know how to express himself back then. He taunted her. He teased her. He burned for her.
Now, he's all grown-up, and opening a coffee shop to compete with his nemesis, Brooke.
★★★★★ "Small town romance, childhood enemies to lovers Ugh I just can get enough of these books but from this author is just *chef kiss.* Brooke and Ben have been in a competition to see who's the best since they were tikes, their banter and affection for one another, how they push one another to be better was natural and seeps from the kindle!" - Laura, Latte & Books
★★★★★ "This book brought humor, unlikely friendships, heat, a little bit of angst, and emotions galore! Brooke and Ben truly are meant for each other, and it would appear that maybe their childhood competitions masked something that wasn’t ready to be known until now. It was quite the ride!" - Jen the Readaholic
★★★★★ "There is no way you won't enjoy the war they have. Ben loves pushing Brooke's buttons but he actually wants to be with her. I loved it!" - Lowkey Rider
★★★★★ "Ms. Coll delivers a second-chance, rival business, single-dad romance that will have you feeling all warm and fuzzy. Highly recommend!" KelChickBookLover
★★★★★ "Phenomenal series! This is a beautifully written story which is fun, humorous, with witty banter, undeniable chemistry, tension, emotions, trust, family, and love, which leads to an entertaining small-town romance!" - Wendy, Goodreads Reviewer
A Chance at Forever, the final book in the series and the special edition complete box set of the Second Chance Harbor series release on my website, November 15th! Preorder either book and I'll email you, Chapter One of A Chance at Forever.
Working as a nanny for the world’s grumpiest single dad should have been simple. Except I can’t keep my eyes off him. And he can’t keep his hands off of me. Cade Eaton is thirteen years older than I am and barely looks my way. Until I get him into the hot tub one night for a game of truth or dare. Then all bets are off—and so are our clothes.