This is my first book by Wendy and I fell in love with the characters. Being military myself as well has having a husband who is in the military and many friends who have deployed i loved how the struggles they go through when they get home were brought to attention in this book along with the love story.
Neve and Rory start off as pen-pals while he is deployed in Afghanistan. They start off with letters then progress to Email, Skype and the occasional phone call. They end up becoming best friends during his deployment. While home on leave for 10 days Neve surprises Rory by showing up at his families pub to fulfill one of the fantasies they wrote to one another about. But the one getting a surprise is Neve.
When Rory returns stateside after his deployment his first stop is to Neve so he can explain to her exactly what happened when she surprised him. Neve is stubborn, determined and has a strong will to not let anyone tell her what she can or can not do. Has Rory met his match? Rory must not only prove to Neve he can be what she needs he also must let her go and let her decide that he is what she wants in the end. Will Neve come back to Rory or will her leaving to start a new life be the end of the two of them?
Can Neve really leave Rory in her past and never see him again or will she realize just what she has lost and need him as much as he needs her? Get this book and find out. you will not be disappointed.
Wendy S. Marcus is an award-winning author of contemporary romance. A nurse
by trade, Wendy holds a Master of Science in Health Care Administration, a
degree that does her absolutely no good as she now spends her days, nights, and
weekends mucking around in her characters’ lives creating conflict, emotion,
and, of course, a happily ever after. Wendy lives in the beautiful Hudson
Valley region of New York. When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time
with her family, which includes her dog Buddy, and blogging/ emailing/
tweeting/ facebooking with her online friends.
“I warned you not to come back here,” Nate snapped at Rory. “And why are you sniffing around my sister when you have a fiancée?”
“I’m not sniffing around yaw sistah,” she heard Rory say in his thick Boston accent. “And I don’t have a fiancée. I’m not engaged and have nevah been engaged. I didn’t lie to you. . . . Damn it, Neve. We’re friends. Give me—”
“You’re no friend of mine,” she told Rory. Not anymore. Not after what happened when he’d come home on leave several months ago. She lifted her left arm halfway up, glanced back at Nate, and gave a dismissive wave. “Get rid of him.” Thank God she reached the kitchen milliseconds before a humiliating collapse to the floor and managed to land on her chair instead.
“I’m sorry you’re still upset,” Rory called out. “If you’d just let me explain. You wouldn’t answer my calls, didn’t respond to my emails, and sent all my lettahs back, unopened. Now that I’m home for good I’m not going anywhere until we talk.”
“We’ve been talking.” She removed the plastic container of warm soup from the bag and placed it on the table. “Now I’m done talking.” She looked at him. “Goodbye, Rory. Go home. Have a nice life.”
At that, Rory walked inside her messy condo.
Sheesh. Men. Why don’t they ever do as they’re told?
“Stop,” Nate said in his police voice.
“Arrest him,” Neve suggested while struggling to remove the lid, which seemed to be glued on. Suddenly the effort didn’t seem worth it. What little appetite she’d had was gone.
“He didn’t arrest me last time.” Rory crossed his arms over his chest. “Just drove me away, took me to the train station, and waited around for me to get on.”
Last time when he’d showed up, uninvited, two days before he needed to head back to Afghanistan, banging on her door, demanding to be let in, insisting she give him a chance to explain. Nope. Instead she’d called her brother. “What is the benefit of having a sibling who’s a cop if you won’t arrest people when I tell you to?”
Nate ignored her, as he often did. His full focus elsewhere, he leaned down to look Rory in the eyes. “I recall telling you if you came back around I’d arrest you for real.”
“For what?” Rory asked.
“Trespassing,” Nate answered.
“Harassment,” Neve added. The word had come out of her mouth, she’d felt the vibration of her vocal cords, and yet the voice didn’t sound like hers. A wave of hot, achy, nauseating weakness slammed into her. Her peripheral vision started to narrow. The room started to blur. She needed to get back to bed, to sleep this off, but when she tried to stand a horrific pain shot through her right hip into her lower back.
Then everything went black.
