A Marine For His Mum
Mail-order DadCan you order a dad in the mail? Hunter Walker isn’t sure, but he thinks Gunnery Sergeant Matthew Cooper might be the next best thing. The wounded warrior has been his pen pal for months, and now that he’s come to Sugar Falls to recuperate, Hunter is over the moon. His mum? Not so much!Maxine Walker has been acting weird ever since Cooper showed up. And now Cooper is acting weird, too. Hunter knows his pen pal soldier and his sassy, stubborn mum belong together. But maybe they need just a little push…
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âI hope you donât mind, but I took a shower.â
His comment forced her to turn and acknowledge him, but the moment she laid eyes on his damp and masculine form, she froze.
Sweet mercy. He was wearing his shorts, thankfully, but his hair was wet, and he was still shirtless. He walked toward herâbarefoot, she assumed, because she couldnât take her eyes off the muscles rippling in his chest long enough to look. The hair on his upper body formed a soft V that angled down below his waistband.
âMaxine?â
She couldnât answer. She was too mesmerized by his ripped hard abdomen.
âMaxine?â he said again, and she had to drag her eyes upward. He stepped closer, and she leaned back against the kitchen counter to steady her shaky legs.
âHuh?â she managed to get out.
Cooper was now only inches away. He lifted his hand to her face, his fingers skimming her cheek and setting her skin on fire. âIf you donât stop looking at me like that, Iâm not going to be able to control myself anymore.â
She didnât want him to control himself. And she was sure as heck tired of controlling herself. So she raised her lips in invitation.
And that was all it took.
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Sugar Falls, Idaho: Your destination for true love!
CHRISTY JEFFRIES graduated from the University of California, Irvine, with a degree in criminology and received her Juris Doctor from California Western School of Law. But drafting court documents and working in law enforcement was merely an apprenticeship for her current career in the dynamic field of mummyhood and romance writing. She lives in Southern California with her patient husband, two energetic sons and one sassy grandmother. Follow her online at www.christyjeffries.com.
To the wise and determined bestselling author, Judy Duarte. When my English teacher told you that I didnât like to read, you handed me a Danielle Steel book and said, âTry reading a romance novel.â And when I struggled with the decision to leave a rewarding career to become a stay-at-home mom, you signed me up for a workshop and said, âTry writing a romance novel.â
It takes a strong woman to guide an even stronger-willed daughter. But doing it with such grace, diplomacy and unconventional orchestration takes extreme love and dedication.
I love you, Mom.
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September 4
Dear Soldier,
My name is Hunter Walker. Iâm a fifth grader in Miss Gregsonâs class. I live in Sugar Falls, Idaho, which is the most boringest town you can think of. I love football and baseball, even though my mom wonât let me play. Gram says my dad was the best football player to ever come out of Sugar Falls, but he died when I was a baby and before he made the pros. Since Iâm not allowed to play, I never have anything to do when my mom is busy working or with her friends.
My mom is nice but she is way to into her girl stuff. She has a cool bakery thatâs famous for cookies and her friends are always trying to find stuff for me to do. Aunt Mia had me in yoga, but I got sick of being the only boy. Aunt Kylie wanted to enter me in one of her glitz pageants last year, but when I saw the glittery pink bow tie, I said no way. Gram tries to talk mom into letting me play football, but my mom says itâll never happen. Mom says Gram is to pushy and needs to learn to back off. I think Gram is fine except when she buys me clothes that make me feel like a big fat loser. I never get to do any cool boy things. Even though I donât remember him, I sometimes miss my dad. It would be nice to talk to a guy once in awhile. I donât really have anything in common with the other boys in my class and they make fun of me a lot.
I put in a picture of me so you would know who your writing to. Can you send me a picture of you? Maybe one of you on an M1A1 tank or in a fighter plane. Any plane or Huey would be cool, but Jake Marconi says his uncle flies a Harrier jet and I saw one when I looked it up online. I think Jake is lying because I met his uncle at Jakeâs 8th birthday party and he didnât look like a fighter pilot. Can you be a fighter pilot when your 18? Do they have fighter pilots in the coast guard?
Its ok if your not a fighter pilot. Iâll still write you back. But you are a man right? I donât want to have to write to any girls cause I have to be around them enough already. Do you like baseball? Or UFC? Iâm not allowed to watch UFC, but my mom lets me watch baseball. The Colorado Rockies are my favorite team and I know every stat about them for the last three years. Anyway, I hope your a boy and that you like baseball and that you write me back.
Sincerely,
Hunter Walker
Gunnery Sergeant Matthew Cooper closed his eyes and clenched the armrests as his plane touched down onto the tarmac in Boise. No matter how many times heâd flown to obscure places around the world, he never got used to the steady decline and the rough bounce of the landing. But this time, he felt as if his entire future was skidding toward the edge of the runway.
