Perfect for fans
of Kristan Higgins and Robyn Carr, this sexy yet sweet military romance reunites
a headstrong dancer and a rugged army soldier after one steamy encounter tears
them apart.
As a dancer who creates mesmerizing visions onstage, Neve
James is looking for the same kind of stability in her love life. Her pen pal,
Rory McRoy, is on leave from deployment in Afghanistan, so she heads to Boston
to surprise him. After corresponding for months as part of a “Support Our
Troops” initiative—and exchanging dozens of “Read When You’re Alone” letters—Neve
knows what Rory likes, and she intends to fulfill his every fantasy. But all
they get are a few blissful moments together before they’re interrupted by a
woman claiming to be Rory’s fiancée.
Rory has fallen hard for Neve’s letters. When he finally
meets her in person, he has to have her, right then and there—until Neve takes
off in a fit of anger. Forced to return to Afghanistan before he can fix things
between them, Rory waits four agonizing months to prove that he’s not the man
Neve thinks he is. But by the time he arrives in New York, she’s already made
up her mind. Luckily, Rory never backs down from a challenge, and he’s prepared
to put everything on the line for love.
Advance praise for
All I Need Is You
“Wendy S. Marcus has penned a perfect romance in All I
Need Is You, with a sexy dancer heroine, a hot military hero with a sense of
humor, and a story you won’t want to end.”—New York Times bestselling author
Claudia Connor
“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.
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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.
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