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Meant To Be
by Jessica James Book Blitz (@jessicaJames)
Genre:
Romantic Suspense
Release
Date: June 6th, 2015
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#Synopsis:
It started as a
chance encounter on the beach, and ended 24 hours later when they parted to go
their separate ways.
Or so they
thought.
Actually it was
just the beginning.
WHEN LAUREN
CANTRELL said goodbye to the guy she had just met, she had no way of knowing
their paths would ever cross again. But fate had another unexpected meeting in
store for them—this time in a place where danger was part of the culture and
the stakes were life and death.
THE LAST PERSON
in the world Rad expected to see at a special ops briefing in Afghanistan is
the girl he met at the beach two weeks earlier—the one he can’t stop thinking
about.
From the
sundrenched beaches of Ocean City, Md., to the snowcapped mountains of
Afghanistan, this thrilling tale of espionage and intrigue takes readers on a
spellbinding journey into the secret lives of our nation’s quiet heroes—and
answers the question:
What do you do
when the person you most want to protect is the one risking everything to make
sure you survive?
MEANT TO BE recounts
the dedication of our military, the honor and sacrifice of our soldiers, and a
relationship that is tested and sustained by the powerful forces of love,
courage and resolve
Jessica James is
an award-winning author of military fiction and non-fiction ranging from the
Revolutionary War to modern day. She is the only two-time winner of the John
Esten Cooke Award for Southern Fiction, and was featured in the book 50 Authors
You Should Be Reading, published in 2010.
Her novels have
been used in schools to teach visualization techniques and are available in
more than one hundred libraries including Harvard and the U.S. Naval Academy.
James resides in
Gettysburg, Pa., where she works part-time as a stagehand to combat the
sedentary life of an author.
#Excerpt
When she felt a shadow
pass over her, Lauren instinctively tensed as if sensing someone was near. But
before she opened her eyes, she remembered where was. Relax. You’re at the beach. It’s just a cloud blocking the sun.
“Are you okay?”
Realizing her first
instinct had been correct, Lauren jerked her head up and squinted.
The owner of the voice
stood directly beside the rising sun, making it difficult to see. After
blinking a moment at the brightness, she recognized the jogger who had
retrieved her hat.
“Sorry,” he said.
“Just checking to make sure you’re okay.”
Lauren stared into his
mesmerizing eyes as she tried to calm her pounding heart. She couldn’t believe
she had let her guard down like that. There was no excuse for being careless,
even on a quiet beach.
“I’m… just thinking.
You know… about … stuff.” She groaned inwardly at her inability to make a
sensible statement or even put a cohesive sentence together.
The man, apparently on
his way back from his jog, sprawled out on the sand beside her, still breathing
heavily. “Oh, well, it gives me a reason to take a breather anyway.”
A little startled by
his boldness, Lauren glanced over at him and decided he was probably in his
mid-30s—slightly older than she.
“You find something
worth keeping this morning?”
Lauren cocked her
head, unsure of his meaning as she dug her sunglasses out of her sweatshirt
pocket so she could stop squinting.
“In the water.” He
nodded toward the shoreline. “Before you lost your hat.”
“Oh, yeah.” She patted the pocket. “A nice
shell. Got it right here.”
She didn’t elaborate.
Her mind was racing. So much for her situational awareness skills—being
cognizant of one’s surroundings at all times. Not only had she let down her
guard in a big way, but she was sitting beside someone who apparently had not.
He’d been aware of what she was doing on the beach before she even knew he
existed.
A flicker of
apprehension coursed through her, but the reason was more complex, or at least
more confusing, than this stranger’s attentiveness to his surroundings—and her
lack of it. Lauren could not understand why her heart throbbed with so much
force she could feel it in her throat, a circumstance she found both ridiculous
and frightening—and therefore bewildering. Conversing with complete strangers
as part of her job, even heads of state and military officers, had never been a
problem. Yet making small talk with an incredibly attractive man on a social
level was suddenly beyond her control.
The jogger didn’t seem
to notice—or care—about her discomfort. “You come here a lot?” He tilted his
head and stared at her, waiting for a response.
Lauren shrugged to
show outward calm, but the trickle of trepidation creeping up her spine began
turning into a wave of anxiety. Is this
guy trying to make polite conversation or pick me up? She was so
unaccustomed to being in a civilized society, she didn’t know if she should be
thrilled or scared to death.
“Sometimes,” is all
she said.
The man smiled and
held out his hand, ignoring her intentionally vague statement. “My friends call
me Rad.”
Lauren stared at the
hand, then into his gray eyes—now more blue—and finally extended her hand.
“Lauren.”
Trying not to appear
startled at the strength of his grip, Lauren studied him a moment once he’d
released her hand. His smile appeared playful, yet she had the feeling he
didn’t really use it that often. He seemed like a very serious guy, trying to
act casual. Her usually—suspicious nature began to ramp up as she continued to
analyze him. This just didn’t make sense. Why would such a good-looking guy be
paying attention to her?
For a moment they both
sat silently, engrossed in watching a sailboat float across the water toward
the orange fan of color created by the sun. Once the craft had glided over the
glassy-hued reflection and returned to the dark mass of water beside it, Rad
picked up the conversation again.
“Now that we’re no
longer strangers, maybe you can tell me how long you’re staying.” He leaned
back on his elbows and crossed his legs as if chatting with an old friend.
Lauren’s heart thumped
again. “I leave tomorrow morning. Just came for some quick R&R.”
He sat back up and put
his arms over his knees, sighing heavily. “Yeah, me too, actually.”
Lauren felt a sense of
relief, swiftly followed by a wave of disappointment. The dueling sentiments
surprised her, but she didn’t have time to question them.
“Since time is so short, maybe we can get
together later this morning… you know, for coffee or something.” He did not say
the words tentatively as if testing the idea, but rather seemed to imply that
such an arrangement was the only possible remedy to their predicament.
Flattered by the
invitation, but still leery of his intent, Lauren almost laughed out loud. Good
looking as he was, she had no intention of having a one-night-stand with the man—or
ever seeing him again for that matter. She had responsibilities—big ones—and a
job that pretty much prevented her from even considering the idea. Tomorrow she
would be on a plane to the other side of the world, with no plans for returning
to the United States in the near future. What would be the point of getting
involved with someone?
Lauren tried to act
casual when she finally answered, but his cool stare when she lifted her gaze
unnerved her. “N-n-o,” she stuttered. “Sorry. I have plans.” She tilted her
head down to look at him over the top of her sun glasses and felt like he had
read every thought with his searching eyes.
“You’re not a very
trusting person, are you?”
“Should I be?”
He stood and brushed
off his sweatpants. “I guess not. You’ll probably live longer that way.”
He bent down and shook
her hand again. “Nice to meet you, Lauren. Maybe I’ll see you around.”
Lauren nodded and
watched him jog away. She put her head back down into her knees and chastised
herself. What are you afraid of, Lauren?
Maybe he was just trying to be nice. Not everyone is the enemy for heaven’s
sake.
When she raised her
head, she almost expected him to be standing beside her again and was
disappointed when he was not. She lay back and stared at the sky, forcing
herself to think of something else. But try as she might to delete the last
hour from her mind, her thoughts kept drifting back to him.
He was a tall man. She
liked that. Physically imposing, strong, masculine. She liked that too—almost
as much as the way he grinned from one side of his mouth and the way his eyes
seemed to sparkle. In fact, if she had a list of things she wanted in a man,
she could pretty much look at that guy named Rad and check them off.
Lauren sat back up,
put her chin on her knees, and stared out at the water. But she didn’t have a
“man list.” She didn’t have time for things like that. Not with where she was
going and what she would be doing.
She laughed to
herself. What did it matter, anyway? He was gone now. She turned her head and
scanned the empty beach. Yep. Definitely gone. And once the beach got crowded,
there was no way she’d run into him again. In another hour or two every vacant
foot of the beach would be filled with umbrellas, chairs, blankets, and people.
Lauren stood and dusted the sand off her pants,
her mind preoccupied with a single regret. If things were different, she would
have acted differently. She wished she could have told him that
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