His Second Chance

Viscount Randall Blair wants a second chance at love with his long-lost Lieutenant David Wedgewood. Only one problem: he's engaged to David's sister.


A handsome sailor once stole his heart – can Randall forget him in the arms of another?

The Seventh Viscount of Torring, Randall Blair is more than disgusted with unfaithful lovers.  When his last lover announces his engagement to the current reigning belle, Randall decides to suppress his true nature and follow suit.  He is determined, once and for all, to forget the dark sailor who slipped in and out of his life five years before.

Lady Prudence Wedgewood has, for a member of the fair sex, unquestioned beauty, and shows a surprising wit, which will entertain Randall, even if her well-proportioned body does not arouse his desires.  The marriage should at least be, bearable.

Lieutenant David Wedgewood has always been beyond discreet with his unnatural attraction to men.  An attraction, which years ago, nearly set Randall’s bed aflame for a blissful, torrid week.

The Blair and Wedgewood wedding plans unfold flawlessly, until Lady Prudence’s brother returns: Randall’s long lost sailor.

David returned for only one reason: to save his beloved sister from a marriage destined to bring nothing but pain.  Marriage to a sod!  He will kill Randall if that’s what it takes to stop the wedding.  And he is willing to seduce Randall, to prove that this marriage can only end in disaster and heartbreak.

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Read an interview with David and Randall at: His Second Chance — Dear Reader (Spoiler Alert)

Hello readers,

I tracked down the Viscount Torring (aka – Randall) in his stables today, because I wanted to find out how he and Lieutenant David Wedgewood have fared since the nuptials.  By this, of course I mean Randall’s wedding to Prudence, David’s sister.

What?  You didn’t hear about the wedding?  Oh, then you must read His Second Chance to catch up on the latest gossip!

But I digress… What you really want to know is what Randall said when I asked him, “How is your sex life since the wedding?”

He replied with his typical big broad grin, then brushed a lock of disheveled blond hair from his eyes and gave me this response.  “Good God, Ms. Lake.  I am so happy.  My sex life has never been better.”  Randall laughed, throwing one brawny arm on a stable door.  “In fact, my entire existence could not be better.  Just the other day, David came home with a length of—”

“Randall!  What are you doing?  Who are you telling… Oh, hello Ms. Lake,” David said on a sigh.  He walked over to his lover with a strong, athletic stride.  His gleaming black hair was endearingly disarrayed from his ride across the countryside.  “Have we not already given you enough fodder for your tabloid publication? Have compassion, dear woman, and let us alone.”

Randall gave me his brightest smile.  “Dear Ms. Lake, I do believe our interview must end now.  I have a dear friend who obviously needs buggering.”


The last thing I heard from the two was Randall’s hearty laugh as he led his lover away.

As I left the stables, I caught a glimpse of a feisty young woman with black hair running and giggling through a fruit orchard.  Her lavender dress would be quite ruined by the end of the day, I feared.  Chasing closely behind was a rather strapping looking footman.  Seems to me, that Pru is enjoying being married as well.

Dear reader, I did not receive a very articulate interview from the Georgian lovers, but it was quite informative nonetheless.  Hope you enjoyed learning that David and Randall are quite happy since the wedding.

Best regards,
Stephanie Lake

Also read, For a Fortnight — Epilogue for His Second Chance (Spoiler Alert)

Viscount Randall Torring closed and locked the door very very quietly.  Lieutenant David Wedgewood was in the library somewhere, and he didn’t want to alert the man to his presence. He had a surprise in mind for his irresistible brother in law.

It had been three long days since family matters took Randall away from his estate.  Away from David and his flashing black eyes.

He fully planned to make up for lost time.

He prowled through the overly large room expecting David to be ensconced in the large wing backed chair near the fire.  His cock twinged with excitement as one strong, pale hand turned a page and then drop across the chair arm.

The memory of what that hand could do to him caused him to pause, close his eyes and enjoy the surge of sensation coursing through his body.

Some days he still could not believe David was back in his life.  His strong, elegant, dark angel.
“I’ve been waiting for you for hours, how much longer will you keep me waiting?”  The honey and spice voice made him smile.

Thank the heavens fortune brought this lover back to him.  Half his soul had been lost during the five long years David was gone.

Randall stepped behind the chair and placed his large sun roughened hand on David’s hard muscled shoulder.  He felt a shiver race under his fingers.

Hoarse with emotion, he said, “Love.  I’ve had three hours of hard riding to think of what I would do to you the moment I returned.  The list is unnaturally long.  Do you have the next fortnight free?”

David laughed.  “Only a fortnight?  You evidently did not consider what I have planned for you.  Besides, we have all the time we need.  After all, your wife is in London and will not be here to cause mischief.”  David looked up and his wicked smile promised a month or more of sinful contentment, and said, “For you, Randall? Anything.