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945734Heart of a Soldier by Tamara Hoffa

Contemporary Romance, Borough’s Publishing Group

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Soldier Jameson Hunter faces the battle of his life: winning the heart of Charlotte Mackenzie, widowed mother of a young recruit.


Jameson Hunter stared at the beautiful woman in front of him. A compact bundle of curves, with glistening red hair that brushed against her chin in a subtle sway and eyes as blue as the Caribbean, Charlie was everything that revved his engine in a woman. He knew she had concerns about Evan joining the army, but at the moment all he could think about was the woman, not her son. Keep it in your pants boy, he scolded himself. Maybe he could kill two birds with one stone and make a date with the delectable Charlie. Then he would have the chance to get to know her better and help allay her concerns about the army. Yeah, that could work.
            “Charlie, I know you have concerns about Evan signing up. Would you like to go out to dinner with me and we could discuss this in a more informal situation?”
            Jameson laughed.
            “What a coincidence. I’m stuck here, stateside, rehabbing a rotator cuff tear. I had surgery about six weeks ago. Just got out of my sling. I think physical therapy would be a lot more enjoyable with a beautiful lady like you for scenery rather than corporal Jennings at the base gym.” Jameson’s grimace made Charlie smile.
            “Well, thank you kind sir,” Charlie replied with an exaggerated southern drawl.
Jameson stepped around his desk and extended his hand. Charlie placed Charlie stared at his face, was he asking her on a date or was this business? Charlie really didn’t know what to think. While Jameson Hunter was an attractive man, Charlie hadn’t been on a date in…well, truthfully since she was dating Phillip in high school. Charlie surveyed Jameson’s face, trying to read his expression. He was smiling, causing the skin beside his eyes to crinkle, eyes that held a slightly wicked gleam. It had been a while, but Charlie was pretty sure she could still read the signals and the signals she was receiving from CWO Jameson Hunter were shouting, “Hey baby, I wanna see you naked,” or maybe that was her and she was reading her own desires in his eyes. Charlie hesitated. But, her concern for Evan was genuine and she really did want to discuss it, so she acquiesced.
            “I would like that,” Charlie replied.
            “What night are you free? I know a great little Italian place just downtown. Family owned, everything made from scratch, meatballs to die for.”
            “Oh you really know how to hit a girl where she lives,” said Charlie. “I love Italian. That sounds marvelous. I have appointments most of the week, but I should finish up early on Thursday if that works for you?”
            “Shall I pick you up at seven?” Jameson asked.
            “I’ll probably come straight from work, so how about I meet you there?” Charlie may not have dated in a while, but one rule she knew from all her single friends, always have your own transportation, just in case.
006About the Author:
Tamara Hoffa lives in central Tennessee, with her husband of 30 years, her three grown children, two grandchildren, 3 dogs and 2 cats. Tamara started reading when she was four years old and has rarely been seen without a book at hand since. At home you will usually find her in “nana’s chair” with her kindle, her laptop or one of her precious, precocious grandson’s in her lap. Tamara is a reviewer, a professional reader and can now add author to her repertoire. Tamara is proof positive that it’s never too late to reach for your dreams.

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