One-Click Buy: July 2009 Harlequin Blaze

by Julie Kenner

  Jordan glanced over her shoulder and saw the two men walking toward them. “If it hadn’t been for the terms of our mother’s will, I never would have found Cash.”

  “And I never would have found Jase. We owe her big-time.”

  “We come bearing gifts,” Cash said as he reached them. Jase handed them each a glass of wine and Cash handed Jordan the letter. “Pete Blackthorn brought this while you were out riding.”

  Jordan looked down at the script—Maddie and Jordan—and she ran a finger over the writing.

  “This is the letter you told me about,” Maddie said. “Read it to us.”

  Jordan nodded as she broke the seal and held it so that Maddie could see.

  Dear Maddie and Jordan,

  If you’re reading this, it means that you’re together at last—something that I didn’t live long enough to see. I’m also hoping it means that the gamble I took when I kept the daughter who even at six months loved to play with shiny stones and sent away the daughter who loved to ride with me on my horse has paid off and played some part in your finding one another.

  Enjoy one another as I’ve enjoyed watching both of you grow up.

  All my love,

  Dad

  Jordan reached for Maddie’s hand and held on. “He mixed us up on purpose.”

  “Because he loved us and he hoped we’d be together one day.”

  “Hear! Hear!” Cash raised his glass in a toast. “To Mike Farrell.”

  “And to Eva Ware,” Maddie said as she lifted her glass.

  “To our parents,” Jordan said.

  And all four of them drank.

  The Soldier

  RHONDA NELSON

  Twelve military heroes.

  Twelve indomitable heroines.

  One UNIFORMLY HOT! miniseries.

  LETTERS FROM HOME by Rhonda Nelson

  (Army Rangers)

  THE SOLDIER by Rhonda Nelson

  (Special Forces)

  STORM WATCH by Jill Shalvis

  (National Guard)

  HER LAST LINE OF DEFENSE by Marie Donovan

  (Green Berets)

  RIPPED! by Jennifer LaBrecque

  (Paratrooper)

  SEALED AND DELIVERED by Jill Monroe

  (Navy SEALs)

  CHRISTMAS MALE by Cara Summers

  (Military Police)

  Uniformly Hot!

  The Few. The Proud. The Sexy as Hell.

  Dear Reader,

  Aren’t these UNIFORMLY HOT! books an absolute treat? And the guys are phenomenal! They’re honorable, loyal and committed to a cause greater than themselves. Add a touch of bad ass and voilà! You’ve got the perfect Harlequin Blaze hero.

  When Special Forces officer Adam McPherson loses his right leg below the knee in a roadside bomb attack in Iraq, his world is shattered. But he’s determined that his military career isn’t going to be over. And since finding love probably is no longer in the cards for him, he figures hanging on to his job isn’t too much to ask.

  Thankfully, Winnie Cuthbert, who has always loved Adam, is ready, willing and able to show him that he doesn’t have to lose anything, that he’s still man enough to handle her.

  I love to hear from my readers, so please visit my Web site—www.readRhondaNelson.com—or visit me at my group blog, www.soapboxqueens.com, with fellow authors and friends Jennifer LaBrecque and Vicki Lewis Thompson. We’re always hosting some sort of party in our magical castle.

  Happy reading!

  Rhonda Nelson

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  A Waldenbooks bestselling author, two-time RITA® Award nominee and Romantic Times BOOKreviews Reviewers’ Choice nominee, Rhonda Nelson writes hot romantic comedy for Harlequin Blaze. In addition to a writing career she has a husband, two adorable kids, a black Lab and a beautiful bichon frise who dogs her every step. She and her family make their chaotic but happy home in a small town in northern Alabama.

  Books by Rhonda Nelson

  HARLEQUIN BLAZE

  140—THE SEX DIET

  158—1-900-LOVER

  172—GETTING IT GOOD!

  217—GETTING IT RIGHT!

  223—GETTING IT NOW!

  255—THE PLAYER

  277—THE SPECIALIST

  283—THE MAVERICK

  322—THE EX-GIRLFRIENDS’ CLUB

  361—FEELING THE HEAT

  400—THE LONER

  412—THE HELL-RAISER

  475—LETTERS FROM HOME

  HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION

  973—UNFORGETTABLE

  1007—GETTING IT!

  HARLEQUIN SIGNATURE SELECT

  THE FUTURE WIDOWS’ CLUB

  THE THREE GUYS YOU’LL NEVER DATE

  “Her Hero?”

  This book is dedicated to our soldiers and their

  families, whose service and sacrifice are most

  humbly appreciated.

  1

  ADAM MCPHERSON HOVERED in that murky place between awareness and sleep, clinging desperately to the dream. He didn’t know why it was so important, why he so fiercely resisted the pull of consciousness. But he knew when he awoke he’d be thrust unwillingly back into a very real nightmare and the dream…

  Ah, the dream was so much nicer.

  Soft womanly skin, greedy feminine muscles tightening around him, the delicious draw and drag between their joined bodies. Winnie’s hot, lush mouth against his skin, sliding over his neck, her fingers in his hair. Her small foot moving up his right calf, eliciting a shiver as it brushed the sensitive skin behind his knee.

  Adam gasped awake as the wonderful dream abruptly ended and the harsh unfair truth of his reality took its place. Though he knew his circumstances hadn’t changed, he couldn’t resist glancing down at his mangled leg just to confirm that part of it was truly missing.

  It was.

  In the time it took to process that fact, several other truths clicked into place, as well. First, his military career—or at least the high-octane kick-ass career he’d envisioned—could quite possibly be over. Second, despite the achingly perfect fantasy, Winnie Cuthbert could never be his. And third, the dream was a lie. Because he would never, ever be whole again.

  Regret burned the back of his throat as he let the blanket fall once again into place. The panic he’d worked so hard to keep at bay suddenly reared up and threatened to pull him down again, back into that dismal place he’d found himself three and half months ago when he’d awoken from surgery and realized that something had gone terribly wrong.

  While that godforsaken roadside bomb hadn’t killed him, it had claimed a part of him he could never get back.

  Though he knew he should be thankful—as far as the injury went, it could have been a helluva lot worse—it was hard to be appreciative when all Adam wanted was his old life back.

  His old dreams. His old plans. His old body.

  Three months in rehab—and counselling, of course, he thought darkly—at the Center For The Intrepid, a state of the art clinic for amputees and burn victims in San Antonio, and a shiny new top-of-the-line prosthetic later, he still hadn’t quite been able to come to terms with his new circumstances. Oh, he put on a good show, though admittedly it had been harder when his brother, Levi, had been home.

  Home for the moment being Bethel Bay, South Carolina, a sleepy little backwater town nestled just north of Hilton Head. Adam was currently staying at his parents’ bayside home until his new orders came down. Orders that would ultimately decide his fate one way or the other. He’d either go back and do what he’d been trained to do, or be reassigned in some other capacity, still military, but only a shadow of the career he’d wanted and worked so hard for.

  With Natalie Rowland-McPherson, his best friend and new sister-in-law, it had been easier to pretend that he was fine. She might have seen through him, but she’d never said a word. He smiled. Easy company, his Nat. He owed her a debt he didn’t know that he’d ever be able to repay. Their playing cards, watching movies and generally talking trash had gotten
him through the roughest part of being back home.

  Levi, on the other hand, could look at him and read every worry, fear and self-pitying thought that he’d had since the accident. It was as awful as it was liberating. Thankfully, his brother hadn’t tried to push him toward his so-called “emotional recovery.” He’d been content to simply hang out before leaving for his new assignment in Germany.

  They were gone now—had been for two weeks—and the darkness Adam had managed to keep at bay for their sakes had descended with a vengeance. He knew that if he didn’t manage to shake it off soon, he was going to be in serious trouble.

  But this road, as arduous as it was going to be, was one he had to travel alone.

  A soft knock sounded at his door, then his mother poked her head around the frame. Her hopeful expression made him wince. His recent decline hadn’t gone unnoticed and the havoc it was wreaking on his mom’s peace of mind made him feel like a selfish bastard. “Winnie’s here,” she said, smiling.

  Shit. Again? Adam thought as every muscle in his body tensed. Why couldn’t she just stay away? Didn’t she know what she was doing to him? How hard it was for him to keep pushing her away when all he wanted to do was touch her, feel that smooth skin against his own?

  After months of walking on eggshells around him, Adam didn’t know why Winnie had suddenly decided to pretend like everything was normal—that he was normal—and started plaguing him to death as she always had. He gritted his teeth.

  She was absolutely killing him.

  Winnie Cuthbert had been right under his nose for the past ten years, a fellow athlete, partner in crime, peer and friend. And, though she’d always had a thing for him, he’d never been remotely attracted to her until she’d hugged him goodbye at his and Levi’s going-away party. That simple, innocuous touch had sizzled through him like a blast from a lightning bolt. In that instant, as crazy as it sounded, Winnie had gone from simply being “a girl” to The Girl.

  The one he had to have.

  Even though he’d fantasized about her repeatedly while he was in Iraq, Adam had tried to tell himself that it was merely a fluke, that the almost indescribably potent attraction had to be a figment of his imagination.

  Then he’d come home—damaged, shaken and unsure of everything else in his life—taken one look at her and had gone rock hard.

  Hard evidence, indeed.

  Given everything else that had happened to him, there was a measure of relief that had come with his affirming reaction, but regret had been quickly on its heels.

  He didn’t have time to want Winnie, anymore than he had time for the wallowing pit of self-pity he’d fallen into.

  Adam had to focus on getting his career back.

  Furthermore, Winnie wasn’t some acquaintance on the fringes of his life, someone he could simply walk away from later.

  She was a hometown girl with until-death-do-you-part dreams. And though the attraction was more than anything he’d ever experienced before, Adam’s dreams were still firmly the same. None of them involved settling down in Bethel Bay. He was married to his career. And nothing—not even losing part of his leg—was going to change that.

  Winnie was warm and funny, charming and loyal. She could bake like nobody’s business, could shoot a basketball from half-court and catch only net. She had a wicked sense of humor and a pair of legs that made a man’s mouth water at the thought of them wrapped around his waist. She could run a 5K barely winded and she was the only person who’d ever been able to get a hit off his slider. She enjoyed just about every sport—including football—and looked even better when she sweat.

  In short, she would have been perfect for him, before the accident. If he’d been looking for something permanent. But he wasn’t—then or now. All he could think about at the moment was getting back in the field, proving that it would take more than a roadside bomb to keep this soldier out of the game.

  A niggle of something unpleasant, another protest he didn’t want to contemplate, hovered in the back of his mind, but he determinedly batted it away.

  He didn’t have time. That was the reason he didn’t need to pursue this unholy attraction. Nothing more.

  Additionally, though Adam knew Winnie genuinely cared for him, he still occasionally caught a flash of pity behind those dark blue eyes. And that was intolerable. His jaw clenched.

  He would not be pitied.

  Not by her. Not by anybody.

  A fragment of the dream he’d had this morning surfaced once again, sending a fresh shard of longing through him. He bit back a groan. His loins caught fire, an altogether unpleasant sensation when his mother was still standing in the doorway, dammit.

  “Tell her I’m in bed,” he finally said, then he rolled over and pretended not to see the dejected look on his mom’s face. Although, he did have to get out of bed sooner or later, Adam thought. Merely thinking about getting his career back sure as hell wasn’t getting him any closer to that goal.

  “If that’s what you want,” she finally murmured, a soft sigh of disappointment in her voice.

  Adam resisted an ironic laugh. No, it wasn’t what he wanted. What he wanted was standing at the front door, probably wearing something cute and sporty, a clear sheen of gloss on those distractingly gorgeous lips, her black curly hair in delightful, sexy disarray.

  How in the hell had he missed that? Adam wondered again for what felt like the hundredth time. How had he not seen her? And why in God’s name did he have to see her now?

  As for what he wanted…

  He wanted to reenact the dream he’d just had in the flesh, every single depraved scenario. And damn, how he wanted to kiss her, just feel the soft slide of those beautiful lips beneath his. Though he knew it wasn’t entirely reasonable, he imagined that she’d taste like sugar, like one of those damned delectable cakes she’d continued to bring to him from her bakery. He didn’t trust himself to look at her for any length of time without acting on this unrelenting need.

  He couldn’t. But damn how he wanted to.

  He wanted to thread his fingers through hers and tug her to him, feel her lithe, warm body aligned with his. He wanted to breathe her in and eat her up. He wanted to slide in and out of her feminine heat until every unpleasant thought was banished permanently from his head. He wanted to take her until he died or his balls burst, whichever came first.

  Adam chuckled darkly. Either scenario worked for him, so long as he could have her. He released a pent-up breath.

  But he couldn’t follow that road.

  He’d sacrificed part of his leg for his career and he’d be damned before he let an injury take it away from him.

  He was still a soldier, dammit.

  2

  “I’M SORRY, DEAR,” Mrs. McPherson said when she returned to the door. “He asked me to tell you that he’s still in bed.”

  Winnie Cuthbert felt her eyes widen. “But it’s ten o’clock.” Panic hit. “Did he have a bad night? Is something wrong?” Had the nightmares returned? she wondered. She knew Adam had suffered night terrors for the first few months after the accident, but she’d thought they’d stopped.

  Mrs. McPherson’s eyes were kind and guarded. “Not that I know of.”

  “Oh.” A little punch of pain landed in Winnie’s gut. So, he just didn’t want company—her company, specifically. Winnie chewed the inside of her cheek, struggling to keep her goal in focus. This wasn’t about her and what she wanted. This was about Adam and what was best for him.

  And what Adam wanted more than anything in the world was to return to his Special Forces position in the US Army. Unfortunately, while he had been assured he would be able to return to active duty, whether he’d be able to return to Iraq, in his previous capacity, was still in question. In two weeks he would go through some sort of physical and mental evaluation which would determine that outcome. But instead of taking advantage of every minute to train and prepare, the idiot was still laying in bed.

  At ten o’clock.

  It wo
uld not do.

  Winnie smiled determinedly. “Mrs. McPherson, do you mind if I go try to rouse Adam?”

  Seemingly pleased, she opened the door wider. “I think that’s an excellent idea, Winnie.”

  Winnie nodded once, lifted her chin and started toward Adam’s room. The nerve of the man, she thought, fuming. Here she was trying to be noble and self-sacrificing—by helping Adam reclaim his dream she was essentially giving up hers—and he had the nerve to throw her efforts back in her face? Didn’t the moron realize she was trying to be helpful? To love him enough to let him go, instead of rejoicing in the fact that he was finally home in Bethel Bay?

  Rather than knock, Winnie simply opened the door and stepped inside. The sight of Adam’s prone form nestled partly under the covers, his scarred thigh and what remained of his leg on top, momentarily shook her resolve. She’d seen it, of course, and couldn’t begin to imagine the pain, the agony of the injury. Emotion clogged her throat and her heart rate kicked up a notch.

  “Mom, I told you to tell her—”

  “I’m not your mother. And if you’re going to be rude, then you can damn well do it in person.”

  Adam jerked upright and immediately pulled his injured leg under the sheet. Her chest ached. As if she cared, Winnie thought. How could she look at him and not be grateful for the sacrifice he’d made? Did she mourn his leg? Regret that he’d lost it? Yes. But she was too thankful for his service, for his sacrifice to ever be anything other than humbled. Why couldn’t he see that? Did he honestly think so little of her?

  “Winnie?”

  Ignoring his startled frown, she sidled forward and plopped lightly onto the side of his bed, forcing him to move over. His bare chest gleamed in the dim light, wreaking havoc with her senses and she caught a whiff of his cologne, something musky and warm. She swallowed a groan. This would be so much easier if she didn’t ache for him so badly. If she hadn’t dreamed of being in bed with Adam for more years than she was afraid to count.