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One More Time

Deborah Cooke

 

Can you know what you want before you have it?

Or do you have to lose it to know for sure?

Mild-mannered Matt Coxwell has finally found something worth fighting for. In fact, it’s only after he’s left his marriage that he realizes he hasn’t fought this hard for anything since he fell like a ton of bricks for his wife Leslie. How did their marriage shift from idyllic into idle? And is there any way back?

Leslie Coxwell, long rumored to be the most organized working mother alive, is suddenly having a tough time coping. Her job’s in jeopardy, her teenage daughter has attitude to spare (well, that’s not new), and her formidable mother-in-law has moved in unexpectedly...with two very large poodles.

She could juggle it all with the right motivation. Unfortunately her husband, Matt—the motivation for everything Leslie has ever done—turned into a sexy enigmatic stranger right before he walked out the door. Even better, he’s gone to stay with his free-spirited ex-fiancé, the one woman who makes Leslie feel as sexy as dirty dishwater.

The only good news is that Leslie still has the greatest lingerie collection known to womankind and she’s prepared to use it. After all, to give her marriage one more chance, to take the chance on falling in love one more time, she’ll need all the support she can get...

Praise for
One More Time

“[Cooke] gives her readers an intimate portrait of a marriage and family dynamics that is by turns poignant and amusing. A witty and insightful look at serious issues pertaining to love and life that will win many fans.”

~ Booklist

“This is a delightful tale... a touching story.”

~ Romantic Times

“Definitely the best of the Coxwells! Another keeper!”

~ Fallen Angel Reviews

“A perfect 10!”

~ Romance Reviews Today

Finalist

National Readers’ Choice Awards

 

One More Time

One More Time
was originally published under the pseudonym, Claire Cross.

Deborah Cooke also writes as Claire Delacroix and as herself.

This re-release has had only minor corrections from the original text. It is essentially the same as the original print edition, although there are minor variations.

Copyright 2006, 2012 Claire Delacroix, Inc.

Published by Deborah A. Cooke

All Rights Reserved.

Cover by
Kim Killion
.

Digital Design by
A Thirsty Mind
, 2013

ISBN: 978-1-927477-17-5

Digital Edition

Excerpt from
All Or Nothing

Copyright 2007, 2012 Claire Delacroix, Inc.

Excerpt from
The Rogue

Copyright 2003, 2011 Claire Delacroix, Inc.

Without limiting the rights under copyright preserved above, no part of this book may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means, (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise), without the prior written permission of both the copyright holder and the publisher of this book.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Dear Readers...

One More Time
is the third story in my Coxwell series of contemporary romances, a series that tells the romantic stories of four siblings who have grown up in a household filled with conflict. Being a romantic, I knew that they would find healing and happiness in their relationships. In
Third Time Lucky
, Philippa meets her high school crush again and manages to start anew with Nick. In
Double Trouble
, James corrects the mistakes of the past and finds a future with Maralys. In
One More Time
, Matt and Leslie fight for the survival of their marriage.

One More Time
is a story that became far more serious in the writing than I’d expected at the outset. While I’d intended to write the story of the quiet Coxwell brother, Matt, and knew that his marriage would be in trouble when the book began, I had expected the story to be a bit lighter. I’m not sure why this was. A marriage in crisis isn’t a funny thing - even if there are poodles, an opinionated (and slightly drunk) mother-in-law, and an equally outspoken teenage daughter. I personally found this a very powerful story, and it was every bit as emotional for me to revisit it again.

One of the challenges of seeing this series published originally was that of the cover art. My editor and I had many discussions, trying to decide upon the best image to portray the books. At the time, chick-lit was popular and often had cartoon covers. Although my editor was insistent that the Coxwells weren’t chick-lit, in the absence of any other strong ideas for branding, the first three were given cartoon covers. While these cover illustrations are beautifully done, there was quite a dissonance between the final story of
One More Time
and its playful cover. Once the cover was done, however, there was no question of changing it before publication. I suspect that many people who might have enjoyed this story passed it by, thinking that it was a different kind of book because of the cover illustration. I love the new covers done by Kim Killion for this entire series, and I particularly adore the cover for
One More Time
. It conveys the fact that everything does come out well for Matt and Leslie in the end, without making the book appear to be more funny than it is.

I haven’t made any major changes to
One More Time
and have republished it essentially as it was published in the first place. I did choose to republish the Coxwell series as Deborah Cooke books, since I now publish contemporary paranormal romance under my own name. I continue to write historicals as Claire Delacroix, so my Claire Cross time travel romances have been republished as Delacroix books.

I’m very excited to make my first contemporary romance series available in these new editions, in both print and digital formats.

I hope you enjoy reading Matt and Leslie’s story.

All my best –

Deborah

http://www.deborahcooke.com

Chapter One

“L
adies and gentlemen, step right this way!” It’s Leslie’s father, who had never been a barker anywhere other than Leslie’s dreams, his voice as familiar as her own name. In life, he’d said little and never been an entertainer, though he’d always drawn attention to his darling daughter.

This is her recurring dream and she fights it, although she knows that she will lose the battle.

“Step right this way. Put your money down and see the Monkey Boy, raised in the jungle by chimpanzees. See the Snake Man: watch him eat live mice. See the Tattooed Lady with the map of the world on her skin—find your hometown.” His voice falls to a hush. “See the amazing Leslie Anne, my own daughter, as she walks the tightrope for the first time.”

The crowd gasps in anticipation. There is a flurry of activity, the clink of coins changing hands, then Leslie abruptly is standing on a platform high above the crowd. This is always her first vision of the dream: before that it’s all sound. She’s on the tiny platform, the wire stretched out in front of her. Her father is beside her, she can feel his presence, but she can see only the wire that is her destiny.

It bobs slightly, as if promising to toss her to her death. It is perhaps fifteen feet above the ground, a little more than the height of two men, but it might as well be a mile high. The crowd whispers then falls silent in anticipation of her feat.

Leslie is maybe six years of age in this dream, wearing her favorite pink swimsuit and a tutu that her mother had made her once for a recital. She wears pink leather ballet slippers, the ones she always wanted, the ones she never got outside of this relentless dream, the ones she would never have paid this price to possess.

“Go on,” her father says, giving her a little push. “You can do it.”

There is no arguing with him. Leslie knows this. She is his child, his possession as surely as his favorite hat. It’s not her place to question him.

Much less to defy him.

She doesn’t look at the ground or at the crowd. She swallows, watches the wire, then carefully places one foot on it.

“You can do it, Leslie,” her father urges when she hesitates. “You’re the one who can do it. We’re all counting on you.”

Trembling, feeling the weight of the audience’s stare, Leslie slides her weight out onto the wire. The wire wobbles and she sticks out her arms, stiff, panicked. The crowd gasps, but the wire settles. Leslie’s heart is thundering, a trickle of sweat eases down the center of her back, but as she steadies, she feels a surge of triumph.

She’s done it!

She glances back, sees the look in her father’s eyes and knows that this accomplishment is not enough.

No accomplishment is enough.

Even at six, she knows that he will add another challenge before he congratulates her, that he never will express pride in her triumphs, at least not to her. The price of success is always having the ante upped.

He frowns. “You’ve got to carry something, to make it look better.”

Leslie has only a moment to form an expectation, that maybe he will give her a pink umbrella to carry, before he conjures a box. It looks like a gift, all wrapped in fancy paper and topped with a fabulous bow. It’s big and shiny and when he puts it into her arms, she can barely see past it.

“Perfect!” he says, then adds another. And another and another and another, until there is a pile of boxes in Leslie’s arms. “Now, go! Remember, you’re our last hope!”

Leslie takes a step, sliding her foot along the thick wire that isn’t nearly thick enough. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, then pauses to catch her breath and her balance. The crowd exhales a long low “oooooooo”.

Maybe she can do this.

Maybe her father is right.

She swallows the lump in her throat. She eases one foot forward again, feeling the curve of the wire through her slipper, calculating how soon she can shift her weight.

And just when she’s sure she’s found the perfect moment, just when she begins to slide her weight to the front foot, she feels the top box begin to slip. She glances up in fear, sees the shiny foil-wrapped box sliding quickly to her right. She snatches for it, then loses her own balance.

And falls.

* * *

The alarm clock rang insistently. Leslie bolted upright before her eyes were open. Her heart was hammering and there was a bead of sweat on her upper lip. She looked around herself, half-expecting to find glittering boxes of various sizes scattered on the floor around the bed.

But no. It was just that stupid dream again. She braced her hands against the mattress, reassuring herself that she wasn’t falling, and took three deep breaths.

Stupid dream. A portent of failure was not what she needed.

Thank you, Dad, for the vote of non-confidence.

She felt both jangled and groggy, snared in a shadow world halfway between dream land and real life. Her new blue negligee, an expression of optimism if ever there had been one, was knotted around her waist.

The sheets on the other side of the bed were smooth, untouched. Matt hadn’t come to bed at all.

Sex was the simplest and most powerful form of marital diplomacy—Leslie was convinced of this—but all the same, she would never beg. She had believed that Matt would come to bed last night, because bed had always been the one place they could negotiate détente, no matter what was going wrong.

And there was a lot going wrong right now.

Maybe that was why Matt hadn’t shown.

She became cranky at that thought, irritated with him for losing the court case that could have made his career, afraid that they would have to have a fight over it since they hadn’t made love to smooth the marital ripples.

In fact, the prospect of not talking had finally become even more frightening than that of a fight.

That was scary stuff. There had been a lot left unsaid over the years, a lot more in these past two years, a lot that could prove explosive if the locked Pandora’s box of grievances was ever opened.

They weren’t the kind of people who fought. Maybe they were too polite. Their relationship had proceeded directly from “I love you” to “pass the salt”, with nary a glance back. For years, Leslie had been afraid they’d suddenly drown beneath the flotsam and jetsam of unvoiced frustrations and unexplored annoyances.

What if the time had come and it was right now?

She growled and flung herself out of bed. What she needed was a cup of coffee, which meant that she needed Matt.

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