Now that I have a 4-year-old little lady, I'm learning a lot about things I missed in my own childhood. My mini fashionista likes to pick out outfits and accessories for both of us. She loves makeup, glitter, sparkles, rainbows, and princesses. She wants to play dolls, get fancy hairdos, and take dance lessons.
Needless to say, I'm having to learn very quickly to keep up!
I wrote my newest book for women like me who have a hard time connecting to their femininity. We're strong and fearless... except for when it comes to falling in love!
I don't think I've ever identified with one of my heroines as much as I do Taylor Hunt in Must Love Military. Her hero, Noah Rockwell, is the spitting image of my husband, too!
Their love story isn't all glitz and glamor. There's a lot of awkwardness and even some gross moments, but I'm pretty sure you'll be rooting for them.
I can't wait for you to read this book. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Noah Rockwell wanted to go home.
And by the time Lolly Winston had completed her second encore, he’d already mapped out his quickest path to the exit. If he rushed, he could be home and in bed while the others were still fighting their way out of the parking lot.
“Give Lolly my best,” he shouted in his brother’s ear as he clapped him on the shoulder.
Oscar turned toward Noah, taking his eyes off his new bride for the first time that evening. “You’re leaving? Aren’t you going to come backstage?”
“Not tonight. I gotta open the store tomorrow.”
Oscar rolled his eyes and gave his brother a quick hug. “Go on, then. Get your beauty sleep.”
Normally Noah would fight back. After all, Oscar was the mama’s boy, not Noah, and certainly not their other brother, Sebastian, who was the most macho of them all. But right now, he just wanted to beat the rush.
Sure, he was happy for his little brother and all that. But when you worked in electronics for a living, the novelty of having a country music star in the family wore off fast. And as much as he loved Lolly, he didn’t love all the excited teens that regularly stalked his store, hoping to get a peek of their favorite singer.
Annoying, that’s what it was. Just like his stupid cat.
Sure enough, the moment Noah walked through his apartment door that night, his black and white tomcat, Billy Idol, hopped up on the counter and fixed him with an evil stare.
“What?” Noah moaned. “Why is everyone in my life so demanding lately? Especially you?”
Billy walked a few steps, then looked up at Noah with a mischievous glint in his feline eyes.
“Oh no, you don’t!” Noah rushed across the apartment, but it was too late for the half-empty soda bottle.
With a quick nudge and a strategic bat from his cat roommate, the bottle of Dr. Pepper fell onto the linoleum floor with a loud fizzing pop!
“Bad, bad cat!” Noah cried as sticky brown leaked across the floor. “Why did I ever agree to take you in the first place?” he growled, and the cat growled right back.
He knew exactly why he’d taken in the irritating animal, and he’d probably do it all over again, too. Sure, the cat bugged him to no end, but having it here made his mother happy—and he did love his mom, even though she was kind of annoying, too.
Noah and his brothers couldn’t have predicted how attached their mother would become to her new cat friend and its litter of kittens. So attached, in fact, that rather than adopting out, their mom had made sure each of the kitties ended up with a family member. Even his cousin, Charlie, and her new husband, Will, hadn’t been spared, despite already having two large dogs of their own.
Billy Idol paced back and forth on the counter as Noah sopped up the mess with a wad of paper towels. His fuzzy black feline mustache twitched in disapproval, even though he clearly liked watching Noah suffer.
That meant it was time to activate the silent treatment torture—his cat’s absolute least favorite thing.
After a quick shower, Noah headed to bed, making sure to lock Billy Idol out of the bedroom.
Immediately, Billy Idol began to meow angrily from the hall and claw at the shut door.
“Go away!” Noah called out, but his words only set the cat off more.
How could a cat have changed his life so much? Weren’t they supposed to be easy pets? He knew his brother was happier after having met and married Lolly, starting their charity organization together, and now settling into domestic life. There was no denying that Oscar’s smile had grown a mile wide these days.
But as for Noah?
Well, this stupid cat was already more responsibility than he wanted. He liked serving as the manager of the same local electronics store he’d worked in since high school. He liked spending his paychecks on the latest video game or tech toy. He liked that his life was every bit as much play as it was work—although the cat was definitely starting to tip that balance.
Oscar and their mother often asked when Noah, being the oldest, would “finally” settle down, and Noah always answered with, “Whenever I meet a girl worth settling for.” The truth was, though, Noah couldn’t even begin to imagine a woman perfect enough to make him give up his simple, happy life.
Well, happy provided he could actually get some sleep that night.
Of course, it was at this moment the cat began making its horrible, demonic sounds. Noah couldn’t stand to listen to this the whole night, so he begrudgingly kicked the covers off and let the furry nuisance into his room. Billy Idol immediately began to purr and tucked himself against the small of Noah’s back in the bed.
As long as Noah did exactly what the cat wanted when he wanted it, they didn’t have any problems.
And how on earth could a girlfriend be any different?
Yup. No, thank you, Noah thought as he finally drifted off to sleep.
Taylor Hunt was so bored.
She’d joined the Army for adventure, not to hang around base all day, watching as her brothers in arms challenged each other to a Call of Duty gaming marathon.
“C’mon, T-Hunt. Grab a controller!” one of them called, scooting over to make room for her on the couch.
Taylor scoffed. “Don’t you guys realize we fight actual bad guys? Why would you want to play make-believe?”
Chuck—who had recently been promoted above them and wanted to make sure no one forgot it, even for a second—laughed. “Bad guys, huh? In Alaska? Where are they hiding? Are they behind the couch? In the fridge? Maybe they’re out in the snow?”
Laughter rose all around the hall.
“You know what I mean,” Taylor muttered under her breath.
“We gotta keep our skills sharp somehow. Only thing to fight around here is penguins.”
Taylor sighed. “That’s the South Pole.”
“What about a pole?” Chuck asked, making a lewd gesture.
More immature laughter shot through the room.
She crossed her arms over her chest, sorely wishing she was somewhere else as she explained, “Penguins don’t live in Alaska. Honestly, if you guys ever left the barracks, you’d know that.”
“So are you going to play or not?”
“Not,” Taylor said, grabbing the small messenger bag she used as a purse. “See you losers later.”
“Aww, you’re no fun!” Chuck and the others called, but quickly lost themselves in the game, moving on to heckle each other instead of her.
As much as Taylor loved working as a Unit Supply Specialist in the armed forces, she couldn’t deny that she didn’t quite fit in. And that was basically the story of her entire life.
In school, she’d been too much of a tomboy to fit in with the other girls. Now, her fellow soldiers never let her forget that she was a girl, different—one of the guys, except not exactly. They seemed to think of her as a little sister, even though most of them were the same age. That at least meant no one had tried to date her, but it also subjected her to a lot of ribbing.
Meanwhile, she was going crazy up here. There w
ere fewer people, fewer job duties, less of everything. It being summer, there wasn’t even snow—and that had been the only part of being stationed up north she’d actually looked forward to.
So, of course, she’d wasted no time in requesting a transfer. She preferred to return to her hometown of Charleston, but anywhere had to be better than here.
Driving around town now, she caught sight of a street festival, but decided against peopling for the day. She needed to find something a bit more relaxing to entertain her, to give her a break from the guys.
Maybe she should have just stayed at the barracks and played their stupid game. Up ahead, the big box electronics store stood tall and bright amongst the smaller businesses surrounding it.
Maybe she could find a game of her own. Anything had to be better than Call of Duty. Seriously, anything.
Before she could overthink it, she parked her car at the far end of the lot, enjoying the fresh, crisp air as she jogged toward the entrance. It didn’t take much to find the video games section, and it took even less time to notice the nearby employee who kept his eyes glued firmly on her as she browsed their selection.
“Army or Air Force?” he asked, striding over to stand beside her.
Taylor kept her eyes on the game in her hands, pretending to be absorbed in the back-of-box description. “Army,” she mumbled.
“It’s how you stand, the way you carry yourself,” the man explained, even though she hadn’t asked.
She nodded and continued to study the game, even though she’d already decided she didn’t want it.
“Don’t get that one,” he said. “It’s way too over-hyped and not actually very good. Can I help you find something better? By the way, I’m Noah Rockwell, the manager here.”
At last she looked up at him, admitting to herself that he wouldn’t be going away anytime soon. As soon as she did, she was greeted with warm, caramel eyes and a broad grin. His dark hair was shaggy and the ends touched his shirt collar—way out of regulation—though the rest of him was well groomed and clean.
“What do you recommend, then?” she asked, refusing to return his smile.
He raised one curious eyebrow. “Not going to tell me your name?”
“I don’t see how knowing my name affects your ability to help me find a good game.”
“Touché. If I find a game you like, will you tell me, then?”
“Sure.” She wasn’t sure why it mattered, but whatever would get her out of here fastest was what she would do.
“Okay, then. Follow me.” Noah led her to the other end of the aisle and plucked a game from the back of the display. “Here you go.”
She accepted the box from him and read the description on the back, and—darn it—it did sound fun. Yup, a good, old fashioned role-playing game with magic and wizards and a totally immersive storyline was exactly what she needed to pass the rest of the weekend.
“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” Noah said, moving a couple inches closer.
Taylor laughed softly to herself. “Yeah, okay,” she answered. People called Taylor a lot of things, but beautiful had very rarely been one of them. Taylor was strong, hard-working, smart, funny, but she was not beautiful. That word had never felt like her, and it didn’t feel like her now.
She lifted the game up to make a small barrier between her and the weird guy trying to compliment her. “Thanks for your help. I’ll get this one.”
As she turned to leave, he quickly circled around her, coming to stand before her in the aisle. “What about our deal? I find a game you like, and you tell me your name?”
“Just because I’m buying it, doesn’t mean I like it. I need to play it first, right?”
He laughed and shook his head. “So it’s going to be like that?”
She shrugged. “I guess it is.”
As she finished making her way toward the checkout line, Noah called after her, “Come back and tell me what you think of it once you’ve had a chance to play.”
She smiled inwardly, doubting very much that she would ever see Noah Rockwell again.
Chapter 2
Of course, the mysterious girl gamer had left quite an impression on Noah.
“She’s got these amazing dark eyes,” he reported to a very uninterested Billy Idol that night. “And she only smiled for a second, but I swear it was the most beautiful thing ever.”
The cat turned in a circle and padded the couch with his two front paws before lying back down.
“But the best part?” Noah continued, having to confess his new crush to someone, even if it was just his stupid cat.
The cat began to close his eyes, but Noah clapped to startle him back awake.
“Listen to me here,” he demanded. “I always listen to you and your ridiculous meowing.”
Billy Idol flicked his tail, but kept his attention on Noah.
“So you can be nice sometimes after all?” Noah gave the cat a quick scratch between its ears before continuing on. “Anyway, the best part of everything, is that she’s a gamer, AKA, we share the same interests, AKA I’m not saying I want a girl sweeping in here and changing our bachelor lives, but if I did—oh, Billy Idol—it would definitely be her.”
Of course, Noah assumed he’d never see the secretive beauty again. She’d made it a point not to disclose her name, not to engage him in conversation, not to reveal anything about herself. As much as Noah wanted to get to know her, she seemed equally committed to preventing that from happening.
So imagine his surprise when she returned to his store a few weekends later. He heard her before he saw her. She stood at the counter, talking with the guys who manned the cell phone counter. “Yes, I’m looking for someone, actually. Is Noah Rockwell in?”
“That depends who’s asking,” he said as he closed the distance between them.
“Hi,” she said, turning toward him with a start. She gave a brief almost smile before continuing. “My name is Taylor Hunt, and I just beat The Four Talismans video game. It was fantastic.”
“Cool name, Taylor Hunt. Thank you for finally telling it to me. And here I thought I’d never see you again,” he admitted.
“I realize that, but now that I’ve finished Talismans, I kind of need something new to play during my downtime. And, well, I figured any guy who could recommend such a fantastic game couldn’t be so bad, after all.”
“Let’s take that one thing at a time,” Noah said, taking a chance and placing a hand at the small of her back as he led her back toward the gaming section of the store. “First, you need another game. I’m going to recommend the Dragon Age franchise. That way you can hit them back to back, one after the other.”
“Awesome, thank you.” She reached for her tightly held ponytail, flicked it back behind her shoulders, and gave him a full-on smile.
Neither said anything for a moment, mostly because her huge grin caught Noah totally off guard. This was not the woman he remembered meeting a few weeks back. This new version of Taylor was somehow even better.
“I…” he began, forgetting where it was he had planned on going.
“You?” she prompted with a slight laugh.
“Yes, you,” he redirected his line of thinking, at last remembering what he’d wanted to say. “You said you wanted to go out with me.”
“I never said that.”
“Then what was that whole ‘any guy who could recommend such a great game can’t be so bad?’”
“Me being nice?” She tried to hide her smile by looking away, but he caught it anyway.
“And what was coming in to ask for me by name? Which you remembered, by the way, almost a whole month later?”
“I…”
“Yes, you. You want to go out with me, so don’t be shy.”
She grunted and crossed her arms over her chest, but he saw right through her faked defenses. “I do not want to go out with you.”
“Uh-huh, likely story.”
“No, really. I’m not really on the market right now.
”
“Not on the market? Does that mean you have a boyfriend?”
She sighed now and looked back at the game display. “More like I’m out of stock.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means…” She stopped to take a deep breath in. “It means I don’t have a boyfriend, but also that I don’t want one.”
“Mixed signals much, Soldier?”
“Stop that. I just came in to get a new game.”
“And?”
“And to ask if maybe you want to come over and play it with me sometime?”
“Yup, there it is.”
“As friends, of course.” She smiled again, this time trying to hide it behind her hand.
“Sure, friends.”
“Stop twisting my words. Unless you want me to take back my invite.”
“Okay, fine, you win. Now give me your number before you change your mind again.”
They quickly exchanged numbers, then Noah asked, “So when are we getting together?”
“I don’t know. I’ll text you.”
“Great. It’s a date!”
“It’s… You know what?” She groaned again and rolled her eyes, quickly turning on her heel then murmuring, “It’s time for me to go, I think.”
“Text me!” Noah called after her.
The fact that Taylor walked away laughing was a very good sign, indeed.
Sure, Taylor only wanted to be friends with Noah, but that didn’t stop her palms from sweating and her breath from hitching as she tried to work up the courage to text him.
What are you doing tonight? She typed, hoping it sounded casual enough.
The response came almost immediately. Hanging out with you ;)
What did that winky face mean? Taylor shook her head, trying not to read too much into it and, instead, just focused on typing her next message. Send me your address and I’ll be over in a bit.
As she watched the three shifting dots that meant Noah was typing a response, she decided to add: Remember, it’s not a date.
The Alaska Sunrise Romances: A 9-Book Sweet Romance Collection Page 8
