She’s his Commanding Officer. So why does he seem to be in charge?
Major Julie Collins should be on top of the world. Her long-sought promotion has finally come through and she has just been given her first overseas command. But when one of her troops turns out to be the handsome Native American who has just left her bed, everything starts to unravel.
Lieutenant Matt Wolf’s exploits with the opposite sex are legend–if only they were true. His larger-than-life persona masks deep loneliness and isolation. He has every intention of obeying Julie’s order to stay away, but what’s he to do when she follows him and then gets herself kidnapped by a deranged voodoo priest? Suddenly, all orders are belayed as Matt mounts a one-man rescue, risking both of their careers and the only home he has ever known.
Reviews for Soldier for Love
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“Reading it cover to cover just won’t do for me—I may have to read it twice!” ~Romance Junkies
“Brenda Gayle turned up the heat from the first page….spicy for its romance and exciting for its action; I was captured from the very beginning.” ~Coffee Time Romance & More
“This is a story that has you turning the page, wanting to read just one more chapter.” ~Writers & Readers of Distinctive Fiction Review
“SOLDIER FOR LOVE is a fascinating story featuring two strong characters and a plot that will keep you enthralled.” ~Long & Short Reviews
“The story never slowed down. A terrific way to spend your day!” ~Huntress Reviews
Excerpt from Soldier for Love
“What were you doing before I woke up?” she asked to cover her confusion.
“Oh, just a little whittling. I find it helps pass the time.” He rose and retrieved the object he had been working on. “Here, I did this for you,” he said as he held the piece of wood out to her. “Hummingbirds are incredibly beautiful and delicate, yet also strong and independent,” he explained. “Like you.” His voice had become husky.
Julie looked down at the bird. Its face reminded her of the festival mask he had selected for her from Madame Lucie’s collection. The vision of making love to him, the wolf, flooded back. At the time she had found arousing the sense of anonymity the masks provided. Had it only been two days ago?
Last night there had been no masks. For the first time they had come together honestly—two people, no more or no less than who they really were. Her body stirred with the memory.
Matt hadn’t let go of the bird when she went to take it from him and his hands melded with the textures of the carving. She stroked the hummingbird’s extended wings, feeling its feathers morph into gentle fingertips. Its head and neck were smooth, Matt’s hands strong and hard.
“Did you know some hummingbirds’ wings beat one hundred times per second?” he whispered. “Can you hear?”
Julie nodded slowly. She had raised her gaze to his face and was losing herself in his eyes. They were questioning; she wasn’t sure she had an answer. In her ears the hummingbird’s wings beat one hundred times a second, keeping pace with her own heart. She couldn’t breath and closed her eyes as Matt lowered his head.