The Sergeant's Christmas Mission
Shane Brand is finally home.Now he needs a reason to stay. Former army sergeant Shane Brand is struggling to find a new normal. And his lovely new landlady sure is giving Shane a reason to strive for change.If Shane can overcome his inner demons, he may be worthy of Rebecca’s trust. Now it’s his new mission to be the man the single mom deserves, in time to give them all a dose of Christmas joy.
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A Brand-new life.
Former army sergeant Shane Brand is struggling to find a new normal. And his lovely new landlady sure is giving Shane a reason to strive for change. If Shane can overcome his inner demons, he may be worthy of Rebeccaâs trust. Now itâs his new mission to be the man the single mom deserves, in time to give them all a dose of Christmas joy.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07839-9
THE SERGEANTâS CHRISTMAS MISSION
© 2018 Joanna Sims
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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Dedicated to Tia and Alexâ¦
Thank you for blessing our family with my great-nephew, Shane Alexander. I love you both.
Contents
A loud, urgent knock at the door and the barking response of his black German shepherd, Recon, awakened Shane Brand. He had passed out on the couch, as he always seemed to do, with a pile of crumpled, empty beer cans littering the coffee table and floor.
âQuiet.â Shane ordered his canine companion to stop barking. Without any protest, the dog stopped barking and sat at attention, waiting for his next order.
âMan. Chill out!â the ex-sergeant hollered in a scratchy voice when the knocks kept on coming.
His tongue felt like sandpaper in his mouth and his eyes felt like they were glued shut. Damn, he felt lousier than usual.
Shane sat up, his head throbbing, wondering if he had any beer left over from the night before. After a couple of seconds of sitting on the edge of the couch, trying to assess the situation, trying to figure out whether or not he could stand without falling down, Shane stood up. He cringed at the ache in his back and neck, the stiffness in his left shoulder, from a night spent on his thrift-store couch.
âGod bless,â he muttered as he stretched his back. He felt like a bag of broken pieces hung together by rusty nails and screws.
More knocking.
âIâm coming, damn it!â
He kicked a couple of beer cans out of his path and shuffled his way from the small living room, through the galley kitchen, to the front door of his garage apartment. No one bothered to knock on his doorânot his friends and certainly not his family. Theyâd all learned their lesson over time to let him come to them on his own terms, in his own time. Feeling annoyed and grouchy, Shane yanked open the door to give the person on the other side the death-stare. He was, unexpectedly, greeted by the loveliest wide-set, hazel eyes heâd ever seen in his life. He stared into those eyes, unable to look away, and something unexpectedâsomething he couldnât explainârocked him at his core.
