Title: Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
Series: Always a Marine #10 | The Challenge
SeriesAuthor: Heather Long
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Interracial Romance, Military Romance
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Format: Ebook
Length: 90 pages \ 25000 words
Book Description:
Have you ever woken up every day
afraid of everything?
For single
mom and widow Melody Carter, six months passed since an IED ripped her life
apart. Everyone is sympathetic and offers platitudes of comfort and support.
Everyone thinks they know why she’s grieving but Melody isn’t mourning her
broken heart. She’s ashamed to be grateful her abusive husband won’t hurt her
anymore and scared for her child. Born with a mild heart defect, her daughter
needs lifesaving surgery and with her funds tight and her emotional scars
tighter, she’s running out of options. When she receives an offer for
assistance from Mike’s Place, can Melody put her faith in the men her husband
called friend?
Have you ever woken up, day after day,
to discover your body’s betrayal?
Marine
Captain, Joe Anderson Cooper, received the Silver Star for Valor when he led
his unit through heavy fire to rescue fellow Marines. Despite numerous
injuries, the Captain refused medical aid, insisting that the medics attend
others. A broken back and shattered bones put Captain Cooper in a wheelchair
and every day is a battle to keep his recovery on track and his sanity intact.
When a single mom moves in to the apartment next door to his and he recognizes
a kindred—damaged—soul, can he overcome her fear and be the man she’s always
needed?
Can these two lonely souls rise to the
challenge or will their scars trap them forever?
Also be sure to check out the rest of the Always a
Marine series!
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Excerpt:
Letting
herself out of the apartment, she locked up and turned to find her neighbor
locking his door. He caught sight of her and smiled. “Good morning.” His deep
baritone hummed over her senses. She appreciated the low voiced greeting.
“Good
morning.” She wanted to say something more, but her brain locked up around the
words. He eased his wheelchair back until nearly off the sidewalk and motioned
for her to precede him. Biting her lip, she found another smile for him. “Thank
you.” Her heartbeat accelerated and sweat cooled her spine. She didn’t hug the
wall, but she couldn’t help widening the distance between them.The wheels made the faintest squeaking noise after she passed, and she glanced back to see him following her down the path toward the parking lot. Maybe she should have offered to push. He wore an olive green t-shirt and a matching pair of slacks, though they were cut up the side of the large cast encasing his right leg from mid-thigh to his toes.
He—Joe, he said his name was Joe—met her gaze and gave her another easy smile. His eyes crinkled at the corners and the dimple in his cheek deepened. The sidewalk widened and she slowed to let him catch up.
“I’m sorry. I’m not the best company this morning.”
“No worries, ma’am. Little ones take a lot out of a body.” The buttery softness of his voice washed over her like a soothing balm—like the night before when he knocked on her door and introduced himself. He scared the hell out of her, but not in the same breath.
I must be tired. I have no idea what I’m feeling from one moment to the next.
As if summoned by her thought, fatigue wavered through her and she stumbled. The
diaper bag
swung down her arm. She couldn’t catch it and hold the baby at the same time.
Joe stopped the bag’s arc, and gave her a chance to catch her balance.
“May I?” He
offered, still holding the bag.
May he what…? He wanted to carry the bag for
her and she winced. It was heavy and he…
“I have
plenty of room and then you don’t have to worry about it taking you off balance
again.” The sound logic quashed her natural objections. She shifted Libby
carefully and let the strap fall off her arm. Her internal alarms sounded.
Giving him the bag didn’t give him some kind of power over her, but her gut
tightened at the surrender of her possession.
He settled
the bag against his lap and nodded encouragingly. “Just point me to your car…”
“Oh, I don’t
drive. Well, I do but I’m not driving here. I’m actually just staying here for
a few weeks and I’m waiting for the shuttle.” She tacked the last on with a
grimace. “And apparently I’m as muddleheaded for real as I feel. Sorry. Thank
you. The shuttle is scheduled to pick us up here in about…” She couldn’t look
at her watch.
“Two
minutes.” The captain supplied. “I’m waiting for the same shuttle.” His warm
brown gaze turned studious. “Are you okay?”
About the Author:
Heather Long
lives in Texas
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My Review:
I have to admit, I picked this book for the wrong reasons. I know the NATO Phonetic Alphabet, and thought that was what this book was going to be about. I did not know the other meaning for Whiskey, Tango, Foxtrot. I do now. The Phonetic Alphabet is involved, but the phrase basically means "wtf". I laugh when I think about that. I am so glad that I decided to read this. What a great story about two lost souls, that need to be mended. Melody doesn't realize that Joe is so right for her. Joe is a Marine and injured. He is strengthening his body and heart at the same time. Will Melody help him, or break his heart more?
Melody's baby was so strong. I wanted to reach into the book and just hug Libby and take away her pain. The book was a fast read and I loved all the drama. The author did a great job of explaining the character interactions. I felt like I was in the same room as them.
I am giving this book a 5/5 because I would love to read it again. I was given a copy to review, however all opinions are my own!
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