The Lieutenants' Online Love
What happens when your internet crush, shows up in real life?Lieutenant Thane Carter is professionally successful, but his love life stinks. Why can’t his off-limits co-worker Lieutenant Chloe Michael could be more like his online love? Things only complicate further when they turn out to be the same person!
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What happens when your internet crush...
Shows up in real life?
First Lieutenant Thane Carter has experienced great success as the senior platoon leader of a military police company at Fort Hood. But tbh, his love life stinks. Thane wishes his maddeningâand off-limitsânew coworker, Lieutenant Chloe Michaels, could be more like his online friend âBallerinaBaby.â Itâs complicated, all rightâespecially when Thane learns that his workplace nemesis and his internet crush are one and the same!
Despite a no-nonsense background as a West Point grad-uate, army officer and Fortune 100 sales executive, CARO CARSON has always treasured the happily-ever-after of a good romance novel. As a RITA® Awardâwinning Mills & Boon author, Caro is delighted to be living her own happily-ever-after with her husband and two children in Florida, a location that has saved the coaster-loving theme-park fanatic a fortune on plane tickets.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07765-1
THE LIEUTENANTSâ ONLINE LOVE
© 2018 Caroline Phipps
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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This book is dedicated to the women of West Point,
the ones who came before me, especially the Class of â80, who first proved we belonged, the ones who lived it with me, especially Chriss, who dragged me off post to have fun in Alabama, Texas and Panama, and Gill, who can make me laugh even while weâre doing push-ups in a sawdust pit at Airborne School, and the ones who continue the Long Gray Line after me, especially 1LT Bethany Leadbetter, who so patiently answered this Old Gradâs questions about todayâs serviceâand who is proof that the US Army has the countryâs best and brightest in its ranks.
Beat Navy.
Contents
Today, I was desperate for tater tots.
Chloe stared at her blinking cursor, her finger hovering over the enter key on her laptop. One second, not even that, was all it would take for that sentence to be sent to him, no way to take it back. Would he think she was dumb or would he think she was funny?
It shouldnât matter. The man was no more than a series of words on a screen, a modern-day pen pal. She wrote to him with BallerinaBaby as her user name. He wrote back as DifferentDrummer. A freebie conversation app had matched them up months ago and theyâd been writing back and forth ever since, but Chloe knew that wasnât the same as being real friends in real life.
It shouldnât matter, but it did. She wanted to make him laugh. Something about his notes lately made her think her anonymous correspondent had been having a hard week. He had talked to her through all the crazy months sheâd been bouncing from one place to another. Heâd listened to all her thoughts and worries and hopes. It was the least she could do to help him out if he was tired and overworked. Friends and lovers ought to take care of each other. Chloe believed emotional support was just as important as physical compatibility in a relationship, soâ
