Iron Soldier: A Military Amnesia Romance

By Cassandra Dee, Sarah May and Katie Ford

Brent Lewis was everything to me five years ago.

But he left me to join the Army without even a goodbye.

Now he’s back.
Devastatingly gorgeous, with a body hardened from war.

But Brent doesn’t remember who I am.
Not the days laughing and holding hands under a bright summer sky.
Nor the nights, sweltering as our bodies strained towards one another.

So how do I tell him my devastating secret when he doesn’t even know who I am?

Hey Readers – As usual, this is another off-the-charts crazy story where a hardened soldier meets his match in our curvy, feisty heroine. But we promise, you’ll love the romance between Claire and her military man. As always, read with an ice cold drink nearby because you’re going to need it! :) Love, Katie and Sarah

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cassandra Dee Romance
• Release date: Feb 19, 2020

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Iron Soldier

~A Bad Boy MilitaryRomance~

© 2018

By Katie Ford and Sarah May

© 2018

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DEDICATION

To all the girls who love gorgeous military men.

This one’s for you!

NOTE FROM THE AUTHORS

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Love,

Katie and Sarah

ABOUT THIS BOOK

Iron Soldier: A Military Bad Boy Romance

The warrior doesn’t remember a thing about me or the steamy night we shared.

Brent Lewis was everything to me five years ago.

But he left me to join the Army without even a goodbye.

Now he’s back.

Devastatingly gorgeous, with a body hardened from war.

But Brent doesn’t remember who I am.

Not the days laughing and holding hands under a bright summer sky.

Nor the nights, sweltering as our bodies strained towards one another.

So how do I tell him my devastating secret when he doesn’t even know who I am?

Hey Readers – As usual, this is another off-the-charts crazy story where a hardened soldier meets his match in our curvy, feisty heroine. But we promise, you’ll love the romance between Claire and her military man. As always, read with an ice cold drink nearby because you’re going to need it! :) Love, Katie and Sarah

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Iron Soldier

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Epilogue

ABOUT THE AUTHORS

Chapter 1

Claire

Don’t forget to have the research and analyses for the Davidson case written up and on my desk by Monday morning! Dave, my boss, booms out behind me from the open doorway of his office.

With his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his jacket off, and his vest slightly rumpled, Dave looks like he’s ready to camp out here for the weekend. His sharp gray eyes look even more alert now at almost six-thirty in the evening than they did when he first arrived at work. His thin and elegant frame hums with energy that didn’t come from a coffee pot. Even his hair looks electric. It’s thick and blond, standing up in wild curls around his head from him constantly running his hands through it.

How can he have this buzz so late on a Friday? By lunchtime today, I was ready to throw the week away and go hibernate for the weekend.

Right now, with my purse on my shoulder and my patience with all of the paperwork generated by my paralegal job completely at an end, I’m more than ready to head home and just collapse on the couch with a pint of ice cream and some mindless TV.

The report is already on your desk, I tell my boss as I keep walking backwards between the rows of empty gray cubicles. Everyone else has already left for the week.

What? Dave frowns and looks briefly behind him like the report is just going to magically appear in his hand. I don’t see it.

I shake my head and keep moving. If I stop, he’ll catch me and lure me into working for even longer. He’s such a workaholic that he expects the office to be just like him. But most of us are human—I can’t speak for those freaky IT guys—and just bleed regular red instead of the law firm’s signature Prussian blue ink.

If I go into Dave’s office and show him exactly where I put the completed reports, he’s going to somehow rope me into doing something else for him that’ll have me leaving here closer to midnight.

No thanks.

It’s in the salmon-colored file folder. Under the signed birthday card for the twins, and next to your ‘World’s Greatest Boss’ mug.

The frustrated frown on his face almost makes me laugh. Almost. But the tiredness has already set in, and I no longer have a single amused bone left in my body.

See you Monday, Dave! I wave and then slip out the door before he can ask me anything else. My high heels tap quickly against the marbled floor of the hallway as I book it toward the elevator.

I walk faster when my cell starts to play Super Freak from inside my oversized purse.

My fingers quickly fumble to find and then answer it. What’s going on, Mandy?

Are you out of there yet? my best friend grouses at me through the phone.

Yes, yes. I’m out of the office and racing to the elevator as we speak. I told you—he’s not roping me into working late tonight.

For once. Through the phone, I can hear Mandy moving around and cloth rustling like she’s digging around in her closet for something. It’s like you’re one of the lawyers there and not a damn paralegal. Come on home, girl! We have some good weekend fun to get started.

I frown. Should I be worried?

Mandy’s fun weekends are notorious.

Booze. Boys. Suspicious baked goods. Those are just some of the things my bestie enjoys as often as she can. Ever since college, she’s always been the girl to try—and sometimes succeed—in getting me into more trouble than I’m ever ready for. And this trouble usually involves—you guessed it—booze, boys, and suspicious baked goods.

Mandy and I are both twenty-two years old now, so college is only a year or so behind us. Sometimes, though, Mandy acts like we’re still in the dorm room we first shared four years ago when we didn’t even know each other. A whim of the school that had changed both of our lives for the better. I don’t know what I’d do without my crazy best friend by my side.

No need for you to ever worry around me, baby cakes, Mandy tries to reassure me. Don’t forget where we live. There is no fun to be had in Jefferson Meadows, Virginia, population 17.

A giggle bursts out of me. Every time she talks shit about the town we live in, the number of people who live here gets smaller and smaller. Pretty soon, at least according to her, the town will just have me, her, and the designer label-wearing bum who lives in the basement of our local church.

Whatever, Mandy. Get off the phone; I’m about to get in the elevator, and you know there’s no reception there. I’ll see you at home.

How convenient, Mandy huffs. See you in a few.

I roll my eyes, ending our call with a smile. She acts like we won’t see each other for at least another hour or so. This town is so small that I can walk home in about ten minutes if I don’t stop to grab two pints of ice cream—rocky road for her and butter pecan for me—on the way. Which I do. So instead of ten minutes, I make it home in about fifteen minutes, give or take a few.

Honey, I’m home! The door thuds closed behind me, locking automatically.

"That took you forever. Mandy appears in the doorway of her room in an oversized t-shirt and nothing else. She’s tall and thin, like a model, and just as beautiful, with her wide golden eyes, flawless skin, and shoulder-length jet black hair. The bottom curves of her heart-shaped ass peek out at me when she turns around to head back into her room. Come help me figure out what to wear tonight," she calls over her shoulder.

But I’m not in the mood to just do as she says tonight.

Tonight? Where are you going? My bag and light fall jacket go on the coatrack by the door, and I head for the kitchen to put up our weekend supply of ice cream.

From behind me, I hear Mandy make a noise of frustration. Her footsteps slap lightly on the wooden floor as she follows me instead of going to her room.

"I am not going anywhere, she says. You and I are going out to the new bar that just opened on Main."

"I told you, I have a date with Law and Order. Detective Stabler is my boyfriend this weekend." I grab two spoons and two napkins and lay them on the kitchen table in readiness for our sexy detective marathon.

Nope! Mandy snatches up the spoons and drops them back in the dish rack. We’re going to find you a real man this weekend. One who will make you yell the place down like you’re being murdered for real instead of your pretend man on TV.

Not this again. Mandy knows I don’t date. As long as we’ve known each other, she’s only seen me go out with a couple of guys, and those were usually ones she’d forced to go out with me. Dating does nothing for me. It’s just not something I’m into. Not here in Jefferson Meadows, not anywhere in the rest of Virginia. Hell, no place in the whole world.

Come on, Mandy! Just let me have my ice cream and my Elliot in peace.

Come on, nothing! You’re not gonna hang around here and cry in your ice cream pint, and you’re definitely not going to return your crazy boss’s phone call about work.

Dave called? Oh my God, what did he want? I knew he’d do something like that. Dave just can’t let work go.

Mandy rolls her eyes. As a dental hygienist, her work hours are set in stone, and she never has any kind of desire to put in overtime. Your boss tried your cell and called here when he couldn’t get you. He was saying something about some file, but I know you. You probably did twice the work he asked for anyway. Always the over-achiever. And I don’t even know why. That law office isn’t even worth it. Being a paralegal isn’t what you want to do with your life anyway.

I blow out a gusty sigh. She’s right, and we both know it. "I know, I know. Sometimes I want to do something else and bust out of there. I just don’t know what that something is."

Well, tonight is not the time for you to ponder such things, my little chickadee. Mandy made a clucking sound and then laughed at her own joke. Tonight is the night you party and leave that office behind. You may not have much of a social life, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let you lie around in front of the TV when you could at least be getting some hot guys to buy you free drinks at the bar.

Oh my God!

You know I don’t drink!

Whatever, girl! Mandy grabs my arm and I yelp, trying to pull away. A quick poke in the side, and she’s got me giggling like crazy, helpless as she drags me through the kitchen and toward my room. I’ve already picked out the perfect outfit for you, Claire. Let’s go make you small town bar sexy and start those free drinks flowing! If you don’t drink them all, you know I will.

I know, you lush! I giggle when she pokes me in the side again with her bony finger.

Chapter 2

Brent

Hey, Brent! That chick’s been eyeing you all night.

The shout comes across the round table full of guys from work, mostly engineers like me, done with tours overseas and enjoying the peace and quiet of living and working in butt fuck, Virginia. At least, most nights it’s peaceful and quiet. Not tonight, though.

Tonight, they’d invited me out on their weekly night on the prowl, and although I’m not looking to score any ass tonight, I figure I might as well come out with the guys instead of saying no like I normally

[Christine Littmann · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Great quick read! Love the characters, great story line, literally didn't put it down the whole time!