Letter to my readers:
First there was Cinderella Wore
Combat Boots, about a female Marine soon to retire. She’s not ready to take the
step, but has no option. Uncle Sam is about to give her a shove into the
civilian world and she’s scared to face the unknown alone. Buy Links/All Versions
Followed by
My Boogie Woogie Bugle Guy, a story about loss and discovering, with the right
person by your side, you can get through anything. Buy Links/All Versions 
Then, in Being Prince Charming, I
bring you a story about empty nesters and embracing the things that are
important to us before they are gone. Buy Links/All Versions
Beauty and
the Brigadier brings you a tale of two mature adults, who discover love doesn’t
end at fifty, and neither does attraction. Buy Links/All Versions
Finally, I bring you a story of two women hiding from who they are. One a combat helicopter pilot who finds out “don’t ask, don’t tell” is no protection from old school beliefs. And another who feels she can’t have both her career and identity. I hope you enjoy the latest installment in my military 1Night Stand series, Waking Beauty. Buy Links/All Versions
Blurb:
Once upon a time, a
beautiful combat helicopter pilot crashed to the earth. For weeks she lies
sleeping, waiting for her princess to wake her from her slumber.
Chris Carlson, her heroine and a shy school teacher, comes to her rescue, by contacting Madame Eve to make all her dreams come true. Little does she know, the one magical kiss that wakes beauty will also start a snowball reaction, one which will change her life forever.
Sometimes, life’s greatest challenges also bring the biggest blessings, and when you walk through fire, it makes you appreciate what you fought for so much more.
Chris is about to step into an inferno.
Excerpt:
Chris pulled up in front of the
hospital and reached into the center console of her Jeep to pull out the
invitation.
Congratulations,
Your date has been arranged. You can
meet her at 325 Parkside Drive, Colorado Springs, CO, room 202A. I understand
this is rather unconventional, and most dates don’t meet until the 1Night
Stand, but this preliminary meeting is necessary. When you are ready to
proceed, I will forward more details.
Sincerely,
Madame Eve
No name. No picture. Nothing else to
tell her what Madame Eve had planned. Did her date have the details of where
they were going and what they were doing? And what did she mean by when you
are ready to proceed?
This had to be some kind of mistake.
The building didn’t look like any kind of residence she’d seen. Well, not in
the traditional sense.
Maybe her date worked here? She read
the cream-colored card again and flicked her thumb back and forth across the
edge. With a sigh, she tossed it onto the passenger seat. Okay…right
address. So, what are you waiting for? This is what you’ve wanted your entire
life.
She opened the door and slid out. A
nurse, pushing a wheelchair with a double amputee who wore dog tags,
approached, stopping her cold. Attractive. Ice seemed to grip Chris, gluing her
soles to the parking lot. She wanted to jump back in the Jeep and run, but, no
matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t move, let alone breathe.
“Good morning,” the nurse said and
continued on by.
“Morning.” The tension leaked from
her shoulders, flowing away. Chris blinked and then twisted to watch them go.
The woman in bright-pink scrubs wheeled her patient toward a mini-park off to
the side, without looking back. No. The nurse didn’t look like what she’d
described as her ideal woman. Too…girly. Silly to assume her date would
come out to meet her with a witness. Oh hell. She hadn’t even made it to the
front door, and she’d already freaked. This didn’t bode well at all.
She ran her sweaty palms down the
front of her denim shorts and took a deep breath, replenishing her courage.
Time to stop pretending—hiding. “I can do this.” Chris fisted her hands at her
sides. A public location.She surveyed the area, taking it all in.
Everywhere around her—people.Seriously? She’d wanted to take baby steps
into the same-sex dating world, come out of the closet slowly. Had to. Her
career depended on it, and she’d told Madame Eve she needed to be discreet.
So why here? There couldn’t be a more
public place. Her stomach churning, she swallowed the lump forming in her
throat. Why am I doing this?
No matter what people said, the
support gays and lesbians received from the stars and media didn’t mean
anything in small town America. In her world, kindergarten teachers weren’t
lesbians. She’d struggled with this tug-of-war between her professional and
personal life for four years, until her sister came right out and told her she
knew.
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