Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
POV: Third Person, Dual
Series: Blackwood Legacy, #3
Publisher: Self-Published
Hero: James Harrington
Heroine: Evelyn Ashewood Harrington
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: January 15, 2026
Started On: January 23, 2026
Finished On: February 04, 2026

“You are mine, and I am yours. Not only for ease, but for every trial. This is the way of love: to stay, to forgive, to begin again.”
Three Chances to Cherish by Grace Callaway follows an already married couple, which is always a trope I am instantly curious about. Lord James Harrington, Earl of Manderly, and his countess Evie have been wed for over three years, but emotional walls and unspoken fears have created a quiet distance between them. From the outside, theirs looks like a perfect match. On the inside, it is a slow ache of longing, restraint, and all the things left unsaid.
James is very much the noble, responsible eldest son type. Dutiful, honorable, endlessly self-critical, and determined to live up to an almost impossible moral standard. He adores his wife, desires her deeply, and yet never pushes past the boundaries she sets. That restraint, that constant carefulness, defines him. Evie, on the other hand, is shy, brilliant, and far more comfortable with her plants than with society. A botanist with a painful past and deep-rooted fears, she keeps parts of herself locked away, convinced that letting James see everything will somehow ruin him or his ambitions.
Their marriage struggles not because of a lack of love, but because of too much fear. Evie keeps reinforcing her emotional barriers just when their connection begins to deepen, and James, for all his patience, starts to feel the strain of loving someone who never fully lets him in. Add to that buried trauma, past loss, and outside threats circling closer, and the tension becomes less about whether they love each other and more about whether they can truly trust that love to hold.
What really stood out for me were the science and political threads woven into the story. The botanical elements were surprisingly fascinating, and I loved how they were used as an extension of Evie’s personality. The political backdrop was also interesting in a very timeless way. Scandal, ambition, and self-interest never really change, no matter the century. James, being almost too honorable for that world, was both refreshing and, at times, a little too perfect. Apart from being wicked in bed (which we of course expect), he does not have much to atone for, which slightly softens the emotional edge and dare I say, makes the him a tad boring.
The passion, as always with Callaway, is beautifully written. Intimate scenes are lush, emotional, and deeply connected to the James and Evie’s inner journeys as much as it is about physical release. But I did find myself wishing for a bit more angst. The hurts between them are real, yet often resolved quickly through conversation, which is healthy… but robs the story of some of that lingering ache I was craving in a marriage-on-the-brink setup. I also got a tad tired of reading about the virtues of the entire clan of James’ family; I would say that the message was well received that these characters can do no wrong.
I also found myself imagining a slightly different ending. What if Evie had gone through with it? What if James’s political future had truly been destroyed as a result? Would he still have had the grace to forgive her, to accept all of her scars and survival instincts without judgment? Evie is not an evil person—that much we all accept. She is a woman shaped by fear and trauma, and any human pushed into such a corner might choose self-preservation over dignity. But would James’s grand declarations of love have survived that reality? Or would he, in a very James-like way, have lashed out first and reflected later? Those questions lingered with me long after the final page. There is a boldness in that darker path that could have led to an even more powerful story—perhaps years of estrangement, a decade of longing, jealousy, and unresolved desire, before fate brought them back together. The emotional reckoning in a reunion like that would have been extraordinary.
Still, the mystery thread and the twist behind the danger closing in added a strong narrative drive, and Evie’s growth in particular was satisfying to watch. Her jealousy, her vulnerability, and her eventual willingness to believe in James’s love gave the story its emotional backbone.
Recommended for: readers who love marriage-in-trouble romances, gentle but intense devotion, and historicals where emotional healing matters as much as passion.
Final Verdict: A tender, passionate second-chance-within-marriage romance with heart, heat, and a touch of intrigue—even if I wanted just a little more emotional bite.
Favorite Quotes
“Flawless? Is that how you see me?” There was no humor in his smile. “I killed a woman, and I have no regrets. None. Because she threatened you, and if I lost you, I…I…”
Her breath stuck in her throat. His glittering gaze, topped by fiercely drawn brows and deep slashes around his mouth, set off a wild thumping in her chest. She knew she should run. She should retreat like she always had. But after the months of silence, his declaration, gritty and unfinished, felt like a balm to her soul. While she swayed with indecision, her feet remained planted. Then it was too late. James yanked her into his arms. Enveloped by his strength and the virile scent of sandalwood and male musk that was his alone, she trembled…not with fear but soul-deep longing.
It has been so long. I thought he would never hold me this way again.
“You’re my wife, Evie,” he said roughly. “Mine.”
“Good morning. I didn’t know you had returned,” she said awkwardly.
“I just got in,” James said. “What a surprise finding you here, my dear.”
Although his tone was pleasant and tinged with wry amusement, she knew him too well. His blue eyes glinted with steel, a sign of temper held in check. This surprised her. Since her hasty retreat had occurred a week ago, she’d assumed that his annoyance would have faded. Emotions generally rolled off James like water off a richly plumed duck.
“It is my habit to start work early,” she said warily. “As you know.”
“Your devotion to your studies is, indeed, admirable.”
Was there an edge to his tone? His suaveness made it difficult to tell.
Contentment filled him as he saw that Evie looked well loved. Damp tendrils clung to her forehead, a blissful smile tucked into her flushed cheeks. He traced a fingertip over her bottom lip.
“What are you thinking, sunflower?” he murmured.
“That you were right.” Her eyes gleamed. “We should fight—and make up—more often.”
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