Falling for her Soldier
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing - Bliss
Date of Publication: January 13, 2014
Number of pages: 260
Cover Artist: Jessica Cantor
She fell for the nice guy, but will she fall for the real guy?
Ex-ballerina Ellie Bell has twenty-four days left until her self-imposed man-less year is up. No more falling for the wrong kind of guy—charming, sexy, bad. Why can’t she find someone sweet like Charlie Johansson, her soldier pen pal? His e-mails meant the world to her, and she can’t stop thinking about him…until she meets Hunter, whose muscles and cocky smile threaten to have her relapsing.
Before Charlie “Big Game Hunter” Johansson’s last tour of duty, he’d gone through women like crazy. But after connecting on a real, emotional level via letters with his best friend’s sister, Charlie’s ready for a relationship—with Ellie Bell.
But then her brother introduces him as Hunter. Proving he’s no longer a player by becoming Ellie’s dance partner for an Army benefit seems like it could convince both siblings he’s changed, but the harder he falls for Ellie, the harder it is to come clean. Can he convince her to fall for the real him before it’s too late?
If he wasn’t so frustrated, he would really enjoy being close to her like this. He should be enjoying himself, for hell’s sake.
“The music is throwing me off,” he complained, stepping back in frustration.
“There has to be music,” Ellie said. “That’s one hard-and-fast rule.”
“Who is this singer? His voice is bugging the crap out of me. I can’t hear myself think.”
“It’s Michael Bublé. And you’re projecting blame.” She folded her arms. “Don’t blame Bublé.”
“I sure as hell blame Bublé. Elvis would be better.”
Ellie lifted her eyebrows. “You like Elvis?”
Charlie shrugged. “He’s the king.”
“Sorry, I don’t have any Elvis on my phone, so Bublé has to do.”
“Bublé,” Charlie muttered, pronouncing the word like it was profanity fit for a drill sergeant. “I can step, I guess, but I can’t feel when I should. Does that make sense? How do we
do it so our bodies move together?”
She didn’t reply, but was kind of staring at him. Then he realized what he’d said.
Dammit, he was throwing out Hunter lines without even meaning to.
“Come here, let’s try something.” Ellie took his hand and moved them into starting position, the only move he’d halfway mastered. “Rest your forehead against mine.”
Charlie lifted his eyebrows and looked at her staring up at him. He didn’t know what this had to do with learning a damn box step, but he wasn’t about to complain. He didn’t have to stoop very much; Ellie was nice and tall.
When their foreheads touched, he couldn’t help taking in a long, deep breath, smelling her shampoo, her skin. He shut his eyes and inhaled.
“Close your eyes,” Ellie said in a quiet voice.
“Listen to the music.”
“Bublé,” he muttered.
He felt Ellie’s body vibrate in a silent giggle.
“I’m going to start,” she said. “I’ll move you backward using only pressure from my forehead. Just feel it.”
Charlie nodded an inch. A moment later, he felt Ellie’s weight shift forward ever so slightly. His body’s natural response was to move forward to meet hers, but he knew that wasn’t the intention, so he swayed back on his left foot.
Ellie followed forward. Then he felt her shift to the side. Again he followed. Then forward. Side again. Back.
“You’re doing it,” she whispered.
“Quiet, woman, you’ll throw me off.” He readjusted his grip on her hand, his forehead still pressed to hers, breathing her in, being guided. Forward-slide-together, back-slide-together.
He didn’t have to repeat it in his mind anymore, he was simply moving with her. And he suddenly realized he was doing the leading, guiding her back and to the side with only the slightest shift of weight.
He was leading them, and she was following. His fingers slid from her waist and splayed across her lower back, pulling her closer. He rearranged their grip, easing her hand to rest against his chest. At some point, her other hand had moved from his shoulder to behind his neck. It was a little bit of paradise, feeling her breath on his face, though he was barely breathing himself.
With eyes closed, his other senses were full of her. Her silky skin, the whisper of her breath, the memory of her laughter and face behind his closed eyes. He ran his fingers down her spine, then up her arms, their foreheads still together. He felt his heart pounding under her hand pressed to his chest.
“Ellie,” he whispered, heat flooding his body.
She didn’t speak, but he heard her breathing hitch. He moved his hands to the sides of her long neck, touching the softness of her skin, her pulse racing with his. Every breath he took pushed the ache in his chest further down to the pit of his stomach. Part of his brain realized
their feet were no longer moving, but the rest of his brain went blank when her fingers slid up the back of his hair. He dipped his head and pressed his cheek to hers, easing her in until her chin rested against his shoulder.
About Ophelia London:
Ophelia London was born and raised among the redwood trees in beautiful northern California. Once she was fully educated, she decided to settle in Florida, but her car broke down in Texas and she's lived in Dallas ever since. A cupcake and treadmill aficionado (obviously those things are connected), she spends her time watching arthouse movies and impossibly trashy TV, while living vicariously through the characters in the books she writes.
Ophelia is the author of DEFINITELY, MAYBE IN LOVE, ABBY ROAD, and the Perfect Kisses series including: PLAYING AT LOVE, SPEAKING OF LOVE, and FALLING FOR HER SOLDIER (Jan 2014).
Visit her at http://ophelialondon.com
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