Can love be rekindled after a lifetime?
Mel dashes Joe’s hopes for marriage when she decides to pursue a career. Thirty years later, retired and without close family, she reunites with her first love.
Joe Stockton chided himself for picking this moment. Both he and the woman he loved, Mel Hoffman, had just come off a twelve-hour shift, preparing the F-16 jet fighter aircraft at Hahn Air Base in Germany for flight. Both were dog tired, ready for a hot cup of coffee and a tasty meal, and then to drop into bed until they had to report for duty again, about twelve hours from now.
Ah, quit being a coward. You love her. She loves you. Haven’t both of us said that many times since we got here?
A promise leaves them wondering about the future.
Summer Solstice of 1968 brings major changes for Laura and Mark. Each worries about his returning to Vietnam, even though he’s due to finish his enlistment in the Marine Corps in a little over a year. In a moment of madness, their decision to give in to their heated emotions leaves both determined to do the right thing.
Laura and Mark marry right before he returns to the war, each pledging to stand on a beach on the next Summer Solstice and dance in the moonlight. A year later, mere moments after they connect on separate beaches and keep their promise, their lives change drastically. A firefight ends badly and Mark is captured. Laura now has to raise their daughter alone, without any reassurance she’ll see her husband again.
Will each maintain their faith and be reunited under a Summer Solstice moon?
The moon hung low over the Hawaiian beach. We were listening to the surf and dancing to music, relaxing and trying not to worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow was when our guys would return to the war in Vietnam. Right now, in this moment, we were experiencing a beautiful forever.
Waves lapped up against the white sand, a quiet beat underscoring the music. Mark and I were slow dancing in each other’s arms, gripping each other tightly, ignoring what the near future held. I refused to believe that he had to go away for another year. For me, only tonight, the Summer Solstice, existed to remind me of the relationship we’d had for so long and how I wished it would last forever.
He was my guy, the man I gave my heart to so many years ago. That he was a Marine and in a horrible war everyone hated boggled my mind.
Riona’s life of self-doubt stranded her in an abusive marriage with four small children to raise. Her children and a successful career in the Air Force made her life bearable. She needed out—and Fate handed her a way.
Once, when she was younger, there was a man she thought good until he stood her up. She had no way of knowing that he had endured a bad marriage and a bitter divorce, leaving a teenaged daughter in the middle. He had never forgotten Riona.
Both their hearts were hurting. Fate would help them heal.
Hank Sanders sauntered through his house. Stubble on his chin gave him a good feeling when he rubbed it with his right hand. A cigarette dangled from the fingers of the left hand, the long ash tip scattering across what had been a pristine tile floor until that moment. Given that he wouldn’t stick around those stupid holy rollers any longer than he had to, he wore a pair of jeans that had worn nearly to the point of being obscene in certain areas. A checked flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves exposed the new tattoo he’d had done when he and some buds spent Halloween night in Landstuhl. Although it was not strictly within the damn codes the Air Force made everyone live by, he’d covered his, a growling bulldog with a spiked collar. Normally, his shirtsleeves were fastened tightly around his thick wrists, concealing what he knew could cause him issues with his uptight commander, a prick of a captain who was trying to get an assignment to the Pentagon.
Jerk won’t go anywhere except Turkey once I get my plan in motion.
Love found and lost in a day.
A heart shattered.
Christmas with the family. An ideal, sweet homecoming... Or the torturous reminder that family can be your worst enemy.
Cat Helmstead suffers a grievous loss while on temporary duty in Spain with the Air Force. Her heart shatters and she sinks into a grief so profound that she’s ready to join the man she loved so much. Until she’s sent home, to spend the holidays with her family and makes several important discoveries that will change her future forever.
Can Cat move on from losing the only guy she's ever been attracted to?
The NCO club was rocking with great tunes on the jukebox. I sat in a corner, nursing a San Miguel beer, watching others doing their thing. It was bingo night. Just about everyone was playing intently in the cover-all round, hoping to win the five hundred dollar prize. For some, that amount of money equaled more than they had in their pocket at any given time.