The Soldier's Twin Surprise
Eternal bachelor? Soon to be father. For hotshot Army pilot Clay Masters, dating an enlisted woman was always off-limits. And when Rickie appears with news that she’s expecting his twins, Clay’s dreams of military glory are dashed. She’s has craved a family for years but can she count on Clay to be her partner in parenthood and love?
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Off-the-clock cowboy becomes...daddy?
Even though his night of passion with Erica Campbell was incredible, for hotshot army pilot Clay Masters an enlisted womanâs off-limits. Until a fresh-out-of-the-service Rickie appears with news: sheâs having his babies. Two of them! Rickieâs dreamed of her very own family for years. But can she count on Clayâa man whose dreams of military glory have just been dashedâto be her partner in parenthood...and in love?
Since 2002, USA TODAY bestselling author JUDY DUARTE has written over forty books for Mills & Boon, earned two RITA® Award nominations, won two Maggie Awards and received a National Readersâ Choice Award. When sheâs not cooped up in her writing cave, she enjoys traveling with her husband and spending quality time with her grandchildren. You can learn more about Judy and her books on her website, www.judyduarte.com, or at Facebook.com/judyduartenovelist.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07791-0
THE SOLDIERâS TWIN SURPRISE
© 2018 Judy Duarte
Published in Great Britain 2018
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To my son, Jeremy Colwell,
who serves as a medic in the United States Army. Iâm so proud of you and all youâve accomplished. You make this mom army proud.
Contents
If Captain Clay Masters hadnât been so focused on the sexy brunette wearing a red bikini, he might not have been nailed in the head by a spiraling football.
Damn. He glanced at his old high school buddies, both of whom were laughing like hell, and then he retrieved the ball.
Over the last thirteen years, heâd stayed in touch with Duck and Poncho via email, texts and occasional phone calls, but they hadnât spent any real time together since theyâd all gone off to college. But youâd never know that. The moment they got together last Saturday in the baggage claim area of the Honolulu airport, it seemed as if theyâd never gone their separate ways.
Now here they were, spending their well-earned vacation time on Oahuâs North Shore. The surf season had ended weeks ago, so the beach was secluded and nearly empty, other than the three friends and the petite brunette stretched out on a towel on the sand.
Poncho nudged Clayâs arm and nodded toward her. âShe sure is rocking that red bikini.â
He had that right. Clay hadnât been able to keep his eyes off her ever since she set out her towel on the sand. And when sheâd applied her sunblock? Heâd been tempted to ask if she wanted his help.
But he hadnât come here to hit on the first woman he saw. He wanted quality time with his buddies. Once they arrived, heâd traded in his flight suit for board shorts and flip-flops. He hadnât even bothered shaving the past two mornings, which gave him a shadow of a beard. And instead of answering to sir or Captain, heâd reverted to the nickname heâd earned as a star quarterback at Wexler HighâBullet.
