Take A Chance On Me (Mirabelle Harbor #1)

TAKE A CHANCE ON ME – stand-alone novella, Mirabelle Harbor, Book 1 – Chance & Nia’s story

TakeAChanceOnMe-412x625Welcome to Mirabelle Harbor!
In this scenic suburb on Chicago’s North Shore, overlooking the sparkling waters of Lake Michigan, the Michaelsen family has made their home for generations. Although their parents and grandparents are now gone, siblings Derek, Blake, Sharlene, and the twins—Chandler and Chance—all have fond memories of growing up in town, and most still live there.
Chance Michaelsen, the youngest member of the family (by two minutes) and the quietest (by far), is a dedicated twenty-eight-year-old personal trainer at the local gym. While he might not say much, Chance has made it clear that he’s not a fan of toxic people, unhealthy habits, or sharing too many of his emotions. With anybody.
Enter Antonia “Nia” Pappayiannis—the prettiest member of the loudest and most overly demonstrative family in town. They’re also the owners of The Gala, a Greek restaurant and bakery known for its decadent pastries and located just a few steps from Chance’s gym. He considers their entire family business to be the enemy of good health, but he can’t quite shake his attraction to Nia, who doesn’t seem nearly as impressed with him or his sculpted physique as most of the women around Mirabelle Harbor.
Unfortunately, between her doctor’s orders and the interfering ways of Chance’s crazy-making ex-girlfriend, who just happens to be one of Nia’s long-time friends, Chance gets assigned to be Nia’s fitness coach for the month. Pure torture. And if his ex weren’t already causing enough problems, he also has to deal with Nia’s current boyfriend—some hotshot Chicago CEO who talks big but, in Chance’s opinion, is as fake as a Styrofoam barbell.
The road to romance is going to be a rocky one, and though Nia has her doubts about moving forward, Chance has a well-developed competitive streak and might just be willing to give it a shot…if he can convince her to do the same.
In matters of the heart, would you risk it all? TAKE A CHANCE ON ME, a Mirabelle Harbor story.


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Twelfth Night Publishing
Ebook & Print
Contemporary Romance
July 18, 2015
ISBN: 978-0-9961178-3-8 (paperback)
978-0-9961178-2-1 (electronic)
Story Excerpt from TAKE A CHANCE ON ME (copyright 2015 by Marilyn Brant)

“Nia?” I extended my hand to her because I was a professional and that was what we did when we met a new client. It didn’t have anything to do with my desire to touch her. Much.

She looked at me oddly. Hesitant. Like she was afraid I’d try to out muscle her or something. So I added a slight smile.

If anything, she looked even more worried then, but she finally took my hand and shook it.

God, her skin was so soft.

“Chance.” She stated my name rather than asked. How insane was it that I was proud of this? That she knew who I was already? Then I looked down and realized I was wearing my trainer nametag.


“Yes,” I said. “Nice to meet you.” This was such a freakin’ understatement it was almost a lie. I was usually only attracted to very athletic women, but Nia Pappayiannis had a different style and body type than the typical crowd of single twenty-something ladies I ran into at the gym. She was all softness and curves, dressed in her very conservative white t-shirt and blue yoga pants. Other women wouldn’t look hot in such a plain outfit. Nia rocked the look.

“Likewise,” she said.

A long, awkward silence followed. I wasn’t used to that either. Most of my clients talked my ear off from the second of introduction on. Not her.

I cleared my throat and flashed the clipboard I was holding at her. “On your questionnaire, you mentioned that your doctor prescribed at least ten half-hour fitness sessions, three per week, to work on core strength. Correct?”

She nodded.

“Okay.” I pointed toward the treadmill. “Why don’t we do an easy five-minute walking warm up, just to get your muscles moving, before we head over to the weights?”

“All right.”

I helped her set the treadmill to a moderate walking speed of 3.3 miles/hour and showed her how to adjust the incline. It looked as though she’d never stepped on one of these pieces of equipment in her life.

“Have you belonged to a gym before?” I asked.

She shook her head. “It’s not really my scene.”

I was suddenly very interested to know what was her scene, but I didn’t make a habit of asking clients personal questions, and I wasn’t gonna start now. No matter how sexy her ass looked as she walked on that treadmill.

Man, five minutes lasted a long time. An eternity of unexpected fantasizing.

Soundtrack of the Story:

Crazy for this Girl~Evan and Jaron

Sexual Healing~Marvin Gaye

Breathe~Faith Hill

Kiss Me~Ed Sheeran

Let Love In~The Goo Goo Dolls

Take My Breath Away~Berlin

Human Nature~Michael Jackson

I’ll Be~Edwin McCain