Chance of a Lifetime by Marissa Clark (Anderson Brothers #3) Blog Tour


Gen Richards is tired of living down to her family’s expectation of the helpless blind girl. Resurrecting her high-school bucket list that begins with “kiss a total stranger” seems just the thing until she finds herself in a panty-melting lip lock with her big brother’s best friend.

Chance Anderson thrives on adrenaline, but Genny’s the one risk he’s not willing to take. His recklessness a decade ago landed her in the hospital and ejected him from her life. He’s bad for her and everyone knows it—especially her big brother.

Chance reluctantly helps Gen complete her bucket list in order to keep her out of trouble. Running through a freezing fountain, playing Spin the Bottle while fending off a mad horde of stinging insects, and skinny dipping with homicidal attack swans don’t hold a candle to the real danger: falling for the one person he can never have. (Goodreads)

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Gen is blind and has become aware of how short life is because someone she works with died because of a stupid accident and now she’s decided she wants to pull out her bucket list from when she was a teenager and start crossing things off. The first thing on her list is to kiss a stranger. Turns out, the person she picks is not a stranger but her best friend from when she was a teenager who she hasn’t talked to in ten years.

Chance has been keeping an eye on Gen as a favor to his best friend and Gen’s brother. It’s a pretty easy task because 1) he’s in love with her and has been forever; 2) she’s blind and doesn’t know that he’s there. When Gen kisses him, thinking him a stranger, he takes the opportunity to let her know that her brother wanted him to watch out for her. Because of Gen’s new-found lease on life, she uses Chance’s protectiveness of her to get him to help her with her list.

I found this book to be downright adorable. I loved Gen and her spunky spirit. For someone who has been sheltered and coddled her whole life, she was really determined to be independent and be the person she wanted to be. I felt for her because everyone around her uses her disability as a way to keep her in line and makes it harder for her to be a real adult who makes her own decisions.

What I liked about Chance is that, despite his protectiveness, he wanted to help Gen to do the things she wanted to do and be independent, unlike her family. I am a sucker for a friends to lovers story and this one just pushed all my buttons. I was intrigued by Chance and his reasons for disappearing on Gen ten years before and that, as well as their smoking chemistry, is what kept me turning pages. Chance’s family, his brothers Will and Michael, were also a lot of fun to read about.  This is the third book in the Anderson Brothers series and I haven’t read the other two, but I definitely will be. Especially Will’s book, as he seems like a really fun character. I really enjoyed the writing style and I think I will be definitely putting Marissa Clarke on my list of authors to watch for.


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Author Info

Marissa Clarke

Marissa Clarke lives in Texas, where everything is bigger, especially the mosquitoes.

When not writing, she wrangles her rowdy pack of three teens, husband, and a Cairn Terrier named Annabel, who rules the house (and Marissa’s heart) with an iron paw.

Prior to attending University of Houston Law School, she received a B.A. in English Literature with a minor in Drama from the University of Houston. She has taught drama and playwriting in a large public high school and English in a private school.

Currently, she serves as Vice-President of Programming for the West Houston RWA Chapter, and is a founding member of Houston YA/MG Writers, and the QueryTracker.net Blog.

She loves to connect with readers, so follow/friend her on Facebook and, or shoot her an email from her “Contact” page. Marissa also writes young adult novels for Penguin USA under the name Mary Lindsey. She is represented by Kevan Lyon of the Marsal Lyon Literary Agency. Marissa Clarke’s conference, signing, & event schedule can be found here: APPEARANCES

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Her agenda since this whole thing began had done a one-eighty. She no longer wanted to hurt him and show him what he’d missed when he left all those years ago; she wanted to make up for lost time. She wanted to kiss and touch and hold him like she had in her dreams—and in her imagination when she was alone. She wanted him to see her for the woman she had become. She wanted him to help her scratch number ten off her list, finally, after a decade of waiting.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll go through with it, but I want to see the list. Keeping me in the dark is counterproductive.”

“Kinda like being me, huh?”
“You know what’s on the list, so, no.”
He wanted to see the list. Fine. She’d show it to him. She

pulled it out of the back of her phone case and handed it to him, waiting for his reaction with a smirk.

To her shock, he didn’t ask what to make of it. Instead, she heard him running his fingers across the surface. Shit. He could read braille. When had that happened?

“So… Speedboat, slow dance in the rain…”

“Give it back!” she swept her arms in the direction of his voice and made contact with his chest. Grabbing his T-shirt in her fist, she reached for his right arm.

“Play spin the bottle?”

“I was fifteen! Please give it back.”
She had to get it away from him before he read number ten.

“Sleep under the stars…”

That was number nine. She lunged and made a mad grab for the scrap of paper, but only managed to rip a corner off of it.

“Lose it.”

Crap, crap, crap. She slumped to the floor and buried her face in her hands to hide what was surely the mother of all blushes based on the hot flush crawling over her skin.

“Lose what?”

He could not be that dense.

“Oh…that.” He sat down beside her, turned her hand over, and placed the list in her palm.
“I was fifteen,” she said again as if it made a difference. “I’m sorry, Gen. I didn’t mean to upset you. You handed it to me.”

“I didn’t know you could read braille.”

He tipped her chin toward him with his fingertips and wiped away an escaped tear. “You don’t know a lot of things about me.”


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