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Description:Amid the blinding blue sky and snow-capped peaks of the Lake Tahoe winter, Paul Webster and Moira Brody will see one another through new eyes. But not everybody is on their side. Paul has some worthy competition and Moira’s survivalMoreDescription:Amid the blinding blue sky and snow-capped peaks of the Lake Tahoe winter, Paul Webster and Moira Brody will see one another through new eyes. But not everybody is on their side. Paul has some worthy competition and Moira’s survival instincts have kicked into high gear. Love and truth will be put to the ultimate test. Moira will have to take a leap of faith and Paul will have to take the ultimate risk--again. And sometimes discovering that what you’ve been searching for is right in front of you is more terrifying than not finding it at all. Their adventure will bring them full circle. But they’ll be plenty of collateral damage along the way.Reader Alert! Moira Brody has been saving herself for Paul Webster without even knowing it. She is more than willing and eager to enroll in the Paul Webster School of love making. And she doesn’t want to be treated with kid gloves…To My Readers: The veil between love and friendship can sometimes grow thin. And when both of you start to look at each other through different eyes, it all but disappears. What better way to conclude the Chances trilogy than to come full circle? Come with me as Moira Brody and Paul Webster take a chance at love. And discover it was worth waiting for.About the Author: Martha O’Sullivan has loved reading romance novels for as long as she can remember. So much so she would often continue the story in her head long after the last chapter was read! Writing her own novels is the fulfillment of a lifelong dream for this stay-at-home mom. She lives her own happy ending in Florida with her husband and two daughters.ExcerptBook Excerpt: The black ice cast an eerie sheen on the road ahead and the glare of the oncoming high beams had Paul squinting as if at the summer sun. The weather was coming in fast and he found himself wondering if Moira got home safely.Or at all.And alone.He should have gotten her roses.But he didn’t.Why?Because she’s...Moira. Effortlessly beautiful, completely unpretentious, affable Moira.And tonight, something else.Sexy.With her hair down, wearing tight jeans and a low-cut shirt he’d never seen before.And eye makeup.With red lipstick.She smelled pretty good too. Like spring rain and lilacs laced with desire.For the guy begging for roses at the flower shop. For someone he’d been interested in for a while. Paul swore under his breath. For whom he had a last minute bouquet put together.From his cuttings.For his girl.Paul sucked a breath.Is that what she was?Apparently not.But he sure as hell wanted her to be.He slammed on the brakes and the car swerved, then leveled, sliding into the U-turn.It took him twice as long as usual to get back into town with the slick roads. And by then the temperature had dipped enough to turn the spitting rain into pellets of steel.A frigid, damp sleet akin to the block of ice that had taken up residence in the pit of Paul’s stomach for the last few hours.He breathed a halfhearted sigh of relief when he saw no car in the driveway and lights burning inside.She was home.Alone.Unless they came in her car, he prepared himself through gritted teeth.He knew the garage code, but didn’t want to scare her, so he opted for the conventional route. He could see her profile through the slates of the plantation shutters as he inched his way up the glazed-over red bricks leading to the front porch. She was in the kitchen, fussing with something. Still dressed up, like she hadn’t been home long and appeared to be alone.