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Letters from Home
âThis highly romantic tale is filled with emotion and wonderful characters. Itâs a heart-melting romance.â
The Soldier
âWonderfully written and heart-stirring, the story flies by to the deeply satisfying ending.â
The Hell-Raiser
âA highly entertaining story that has eccentric secondary characters, hot sex and a heart-warming romance.â
The Loner
âA highly romantic story with two heart-warming characters and a surprise ending.â
The Ranger
âWell plotted and wickedly sexy, this oneâs got it allâincluding a completely scrumptious hero. A keeper.â
Dear Reader,
While other women might think immediately of romance on certain days, I donâtâI think of chocolate. After nearly twenty years together my husband knows that I donât require dinner out or a box of fancy truffles. Though Iâve sampled Godiva, Ghirardelli, Seeâs, Whitmanâs and various different other chocolates, nothing tastes as good to me as plain old Hersheyâs. Itâs simple, delicious and in that sweet little kiss form? Ah ⦠bliss. And speaking of kisses, the hero in this book certainly knows how to do that well.
Former Ranger Jackson Oak Martin is as big, steady and strong as the tree heâs named after. But when being too near a bomb when it explodes renders him partially deaf in one ear, Jack knows that his career in the military is over. When heâs recommended for a position at Ranger Security, Jack is unquestionably relieved. But when his first assignment results in forced proximity with pastry chef Mariette Levine and involves catching a âButter Banditâ, Jack canât help but wonder what the hell heâs gotten into. Particularly when he becomes obsessed with getting into her â¦
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Rhonda
A Waldenbooks bestselling author, two-time RITA>® Award nominee and RT Book Reviews Reviewersâ Choice nominee, RHONDA NELSON writes hot romantic comedy for the Blaze>® line. With more than twenty-five published books to her credit and many more coming down the road, sheâs thrilled with her career and enjoys dreaming up her characters and manipulating the worlds they live in. In addition to a writing career, she has a husband, two adorable kids, a black Lab and a beautiful bichon frisé. She and her family make their chaotic but happy home in a small town in northern Alabama. She loves to hear from her readers, so be sure to check her out at www.readrhondanelson.com.
âWHAT ABOUT YOU, OAK?â PFC Heath Johnson asked. âWhat do you want in a woman?â
Doing a routine sweep through his little portion of Baghdad, Major Jackson Oak Martin was only half listening to his fellow comrades enumerate what qualities their ideal woman would possess. Heâd been through this area countless times over the past few months and was familiar with every pile of garbage, every mate-less shoe, every blown-out window. He carefully scanned the area ahead, every sense tingling.
Something had changed.
âEyes out, guys,â Jack told them, slowing down as the hair on the back of his neck prickled uneasily. âIâm pulling a weird vibe.â
âBullshit,â PFC Chris Fulmer scoffed, seemingly annoyed and bored, his usual mood. âItâs the same old, same old here, Major. Nothingâs happened in weeks in this area. I donât know why we canât move on,â he continued to predictably complain. He grunted. âIgnorant-ass waste of time, if you ask me.â He shot a grin at Johnson and pulled a cocky shrug. âYou want to know what I want in a woman, Johnson? Itâs simple enough.â He made an obscene gesture.
The group laughed and Jack quickly quieted them, growing increasingly uncomfortable. Dammit, he knew something was different. Could feel it. He looked left, then right, along both sides of the cluttered abandoned street. He scanned the rooftops and windows, the blown-out cars and debris. On the surface everything appeared undisturbed, innocuous even, but every iota of intuition he possessed was telling him that it wasnât, that somethingâhowever smallâhad been altered.
And the small things were just as capable of getting them killed as the big things were.
âYouâre a shallow bastard, you know that, Fulmer?â Johnson told him.
The young Nebraskan was as wholesome as the farm heâd grown up on, intelligent and wise beyond his years, and had quickly become one of Jackâs favorites.
A dreamy expression drifted over Johnsonâs face. âI just want a woman who can cook. One who knows that potatoes donât come out of a box and are better mashed, with gravy. One who knows how to fry chickââ
A blast to their immediate right cut off the rest of what Johnson was going to say, along with his legs.