Genre: NA Military Romance, Comedy
Flame rating: Warm
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Dates: 7/15 thru 7/29/2014
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Bio: Amazon bestselling author Sydney Logan holds a Master’s degree in Elementary Education. With the 2012 release of her novel, Lessons Learned, she made the transition from bookworm to author. Her second book, Mountain Charm, was released in 2013. She is also the author of four short stories. A native of East Tennessee, Sydney enjoys playing piano and relaxing on her porch with her wonderful husband and their very spoiled cat.
Sydney’s Facebook Book Club:https://www.facebook.com/groups/609155402443672/
Losing her father in Desert Storm has left Stephanie James with a bitter soul when it comes to the military. As a college senior juggling a full course load, Steph’s only goal is to graduate with honors at the end of the semester. She’s focused, determined, and a firm believer in all work and no play. Then she meets Brandon Walker at a New Year’s Eve costume party. Despite his disguise, Steph finds herself attracted to the camouflaged soldier who curls her toes with a scorching midnight kiss.
Brandon is an engineering major and ROTC student from the hills of Kentucky. Growing up as the son of a major general has given Brandon firsthand knowledge of the struggles military families sometimes face. Now that his father’s memory is fading, Brandon is even more determined to make his dad proud and graduate as an officer in the United States Army. Then he meets Stephanie, and suddenly, his focus is less on his military service and more on the pretty brunette who has stolen his heart. When he becomes aware of Steph’s resentment toward the military, he worries their relationship is doomed.
When faced with the realization that she’s fallen in love with a soldier, can Steph’s wounds from the past be healed with love in her present . . . and in her future?
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“You never answered my question,” Brandon says.
The movie ended an hour ago, but we haven’t moved from the couch. I’ve never understood why couples make out in the backseats of cars. Couches are so much more comfortable.
“Which question was that?”
“Who could you date?”
“Hmm.” I pretend to ponder. I mean, really, shouldn’t it be obvious by now? “Someone who is kind-hearted. Someone who walks old ladies to the door of the coffee shop. Someone who looks sexy in a paisley apron.”
He smiles. “What about a Kentucky Wildcats fan? Could you date one of those?”
It’s a fair question, considering my Indiana roots and my love for Hoosier basketball.
I wrinkle my nose. “I suppose.”
“Good to know.”
“How was your run?”
Brandon sits down beside me. “It was good. Why are you up so early?”
“I love the Kentucky sunrise. I’m going to miss it.”
“I’ll miss it, too.”
“I was just wondering if a Georgia sunrise would be just as pretty.”
“I don’t see how.”
I smile. “And the bed was cold.”
“Steph, it’s summer.”
“The bed was still cold.”
He grins and leans over, kissing me on the cheek.
“I guess I need to get used to it, huh? Cold beds, I mean.”
Brandon dips his head and kisses my shoulder. “I’m afraid so. For the next twelve weeks, anyway.”
“And after that?”
I shouldn’t ask, because I know the answer. After that, if I want a warm bed, we’ll have to get married.
The United States Army won’t let us live in sin.
Steph suddenly lifts herself up, straddling my waist and sliding her hands along my stomach. Another flash of lightning in the sky shows me what she’s wearing.
It’s my Princess Bride T-shirt, the same one I was wearing the day we met in class.
“Thanks. I stole it from your closet before you left. I’ve slept in it every night.”
With a sly grin, she leans down and kisses me again.
“You’ve stolen my clothes. Stolen my heart.”
Steph smiles against my lips.
“There’s something else I want to steal,” she whispers.
I slide my hands along her back, pulling her closer to me as I raise myself up. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she melts against me when I bury my face against her neck.
“I’ll give you anything, Steph.”
”Whatever you want.”
I lift my head and find her eyes, deep and dark and full of tears. All of her earlier playfulness is gone as she places her palm against my cheek.
“I want your last name.”