Somebody's Chelsi: Book 5 The Wakefield Romance Series

By Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

Every girl wants to be a man’s everything. They want to be the one their man says “Yeah, that’s my girl,” with a huge smile on their face and pride in their eyes.
Chelsi Ryder was someone’s everything, once, but that was a long time ago. Most said they were young and dumb, but ever since losing him Chelsi hasn’t given love another chance. She keeps her distance, making herself unavailable, that is until SEAL Team Lieutenant Austin French stumbles into her life.
Austin French is no stranger to love, being both hounded and rejected more times than he can remember just because he is what he is; a Navy SEAL. He’s sick of the one night stands with the uniform chasers and with most of his friends settling down around him, he wants a piece of the paradise Wakefield seems to offer. He’s fascinated with the strawberry blonde girl with the light green eyes and wants to know more-no, he wants to know everything about her.
Can walls be broken down in the hopes of finding a new love?
Can two people be everything to each other and fill a space in one another’s heart that neither knew was missing?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Theresa Marguerite Hewitt
• Release date: Mar 25, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311090478

Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

I grew up in a very small town in Central New York, and i mean so small if you blinked you missed it. I learned to love everything small town and I miss it everyday I'm away. I recieved my Bachelors Degree in Paralegal Studies in 2009, but have been resigned to working retail. There I met my best friend who re-ignited my passion for all things paranormal. Putting pieces together from stories I had written in childhood, I came up with my first short book, Siofra's Song. From there I've gone wild with Siofra's world and expanded into contemporary romance. My Wakefield Romance series centers around a small town in Virginia and women who fall in love with Navy SEALs and the struggles they go through to be together. In the near future I will also be expanding into historical romance with my Viking Dreams Series. I hope you like them and follow me on Twitter and join my Facebook page!

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Somebody’s Chelsi

Book 5

Wakefield Romance Series

By:

Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

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Dedication

To those who have experienced great loss. I hope that one day you can realize you’re worth loving again and that the world will always be a better place when you love others too.

For CC, my bestie. You’re the greatest.

To my fans:

This book is a little different than the others in my Wakefield Series. I hope you love it as much as you enjoy the others. Thank you.

PROLOGUE:

Chelsi

July 4, 2014

The hospital is buzzing around me as I look out the waiting room doorway again, looking for any sign of Bobby, but nothing. I take a deep breath in and try and shake the queasy feeling and goose-bumps away from my skin. I hate hospitals. In my experience, they bring nothing but bad news.

You see, the last time I was in a waiting room in a hospital was back in Norfolk where I grew up. I was just as happy as could be, waiting for a nurse to come and get me, telling me that my newlywed husband made it through his second surgery in treatment of a tumor on his brain. He had made it through the first no problem, so I wasn’t really all that worried. I was only eighteen and not ready for anything that would follow marrying Thomas Coleman.

Watching the nurses and doctors milling around, the chatter behind me from Rhea and Chad makes me remember that day even more, and all that led up to it. Thomas and I had been high school sweethearts, only being separated for college as I went up in Pennsylvania and he stayed here in Virginia. It was only one semester apart and Tom started having really bad headaches, not being able to focus and he even passed out while walking down a staircase at school, falling and breaking his arm.

Coming home for Christmas that year, I never thought I’d sit at Tom’s bedside and hear him tell me that he had a brain tumor, but it happened. For the first time my little world came crashing down and I cried for days, not knowing what to tell him to comfort him. On that break from school I went to every doctor’s appointment, holding his hand when his doctors told him they wanted to try a surgery and then going over all of the risks with him when we were back at his house. He decided to go through with it and I’ll always remember what he said to me as we sat at his parents’ kitchen table until the day I die.

So, if I make it through this I wanna marry you, Chelsi Ryder. His dark brown eyes burned into me and he grinned, his mouth full of green beans making me think he was kidding. I just laughed it off, going back to my food, but when his hand covered mine I picked my gaze back up seeing that he was still staring at me. I’m serious, Chels. I want you to be my wife; you’re already my everythin’. Be my everythin’ forever.

What girl could say no to that? So against my parents’ better judgment I dropped out of college, grabbed a full time job at a local factory, and sat in a waiting room while Tom had his first surgery. Everything went off without a hitch, they said they got all of it and that his recovery looked promising. No long lasting effects and eight months later Tom was almost back to normal, watching me walk down the aisle into his arms and becoming his wife.

I was so happy and naïve and when I’m broken from my daydream by Dana Payne brushing past me, my smile fades into a frown remembering what came next. Sure we were happy, but blindly so. We had an amazing love life, Tom knew every inch of me and ways to make me scream out his name with only a breath. But we didn’t know what was growing inside of him until I came home from work one day to find him passed out on the floor in a pool of blood from a nose bleed.

They ran test after test, sticking my husband with so many needles I’m sure he didn’t have an untarnished inch of flesh on his arms and hands. I hated seeing him like that, in pain every minute of every day unless I begged him to press his morphine pump. I never left him, losing my job only a week before the doctors came back and told us the tumor had grown back and that they wanted to operate again, this time followed with chemo.

I didn’t want him to do the surgery because I didn’t want them going in there again when they had reassured us the first time that they had gotten everything and they hadn’t. I felt as if he should’ve tried option B, which was go through chemo first and see if it shrank, but Tom was a head strong type, believing in the doctor’s opinion.

Exactly six months and two days after saying ‘I do’ to my high school sweetheart I said our normal goodbye of See ya later and kissed his lips for the last time; watching as they wheeled him down the hallway and behind the locked doors into the OR wing. I sat there with his parents and sister, along with a few friends, for hours; just waiting and hoping. Praying that this would work this time, but I knew as soon as the scrub clad doctor walked in with the solemn look on his face that the news he was going to deliver wasn’t good.

My Tom, my heart, had died of a massive aneurysm in his brain while they were operating. They couldn’t explain how or why a blood clot reached his brain, he was on all types of thinners and such, but it did and he died at 4:15 that afternoon. I didn’t believe it at first; what woman would when they’ve been told their husband is dead? I told the doctor he was a liar, he had told me that everything was going to be fine, and I screamed in his face that this was his fault. I had stormed out of that hospital waiting room and ran to my car, collapsing into the driver’s seat of my shitty little Escort and crying until I couldn’t cry anymore; until my head felt like it was going to explode from the pain.

I buried him next to his grandparents and said goodbye to his family, leaving Norfolk for Waverly and never really visiting anyone but my parents. They say that the Coleman’s ask about me when their paths cross, but I don’t ever call them or stop by their house; it’s just too hard for me still. It’s almost seven years later and I have yet to go on a date with another man. I just can’t do it. And yes, sometimes I turn to prescription drugs to handle with drowning in my memories, because I can’t be strong all the time. But I am trying to turn my shit around.

Hey girl, the smooth yet scratchy, deep voice comes from my right and I lift my stare to look right into those baby blues of Austin French. This man does something to me and I try to deny it, but it’s hard. I feel that if I start something with someone, Austin French for instance, it’ll be like throwing the