Her Soldier's Touch
Author: J.M. Stewart
Genre: contemporary romance
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Release date: March 16, 2015
Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24832932-her-soldier-s-touch
Experience has taught single mother Rachel Madison that the only person she can truly rely on is herself. But what she wants most in the world—to give her son the life she never had growing up—means she must put her faith in a man who once walked out on her.
Retired from the service, U.S. Army Sergeant First Class Colton Taylor makes a detour to Phoenix to bury his brother. Nobody is more surprised than he is to see Rachel waiting for him at the airport. He regrets the morning he walked away from her, but coming from an abusive home taught Colt to put limits on all his relationships—especially this one.
So when he discovers he has a son, Colt knows this is a chance to prove to himself he’s not a chip off the old block. Turning his life around doesn’t come naturally, though. Then a drug dealer crops up from his brother’s dark past, threatening their son and forcing Colt and Rachel to face their demons … and each other.
Sensuality Level: Sensual
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00U7W5WNQ
“How the hell could you not tell me I had a son?”
Rachel darted a panicked glance at the hallway behind her then narrowed her eyes.
“Keep your voice down. He doesn’t know. When and if I decide to tell him, it’ll be on my terms.” She drew up straight and angled her chin a bit higher, but he didn’t miss the hurt that flared in her eyes. “You left, Colt. Left without a word and never came back. Or did you forget that part?”
He folded his arms, firmly ignoring the regret that sank, hard and cold and heavy, in his stomach. If he acknowledged it, he’d have to face the very real possibility he’d become what he loathed, and he would not go there. Not now. “You still should have told me. Jake knows how to reach me. Rosa knows how to reach me. Hell, any army base in the United States could figure out where I was in case of emergency. I had a right to know I have a son.”
Rachel froze where she stood, her eyes wide and searching his. Several heartbeats later, she let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders rounding, and dropped her arms to her sides. “You’re right. It’s why I met you at the airport. I was wrong to keep him from you.”
The dejection in her tone cut him to the quick. Regret erupted in Rachel’s eyes, hitting his chest in a sucker punch. His anger slipped from his fingers as years of denial, of longing, rushed up on him. Damn his weak hide. One soft sigh from her and all his good intentions went up in a puff of smoke. If he was honest with himself, they always had.
J.M. Stewart is a coffee and chocolate addict who lives in the Pacific Northwest. She’s a hopeless romantic who believes everybody should have their happily ever after.