ALL I NEED IS YOU
Loving You #2
Wendy S. Marcus
Releasing Oct 6th, 2015
Loveswept
Perfect for fans of Kristan Higgins
and Robyn Carr, this sexy yet sweet military romance reunites a headstrong
dancer and a rugged army soldier after one steamy encounter tears them apart.
As a dancer who
creates mesmerizing visions onstage, Neve James is looking for the same kind of
stability in her love life. Her pen pal, Rory McRoy, is on leave from
deployment in Afghanistan, so she heads to Boston to surprise him. After
corresponding for months as part of a “Support Our Troops” initiative—and
exchanging dozens of “Read When You’re Alone” letters—Neve knows what Rory
likes, and she intends to fulfill his every fantasy. But all they get are a few
blissful moments together before they’re interrupted by a woman claiming to be
Rory’s fiancée.
Rory has fallen hard for Neve’s letters. When he finally meets her in person,
he has to have her, right then and there—until Neve takes off in a fit of
anger. Forced to return to Afghanistan before he can fix things between them,
Rory waits four agonizing months to prove that he’s not the man Neve thinks he
is. But by the time he arrives in New York, she’s already made up her mind.
Luckily, Rory never backs down from a challenge, and he’s prepared to put
everything on the line for love.
Advance Praise for ALL I NEED IS YOU
“Wendy S. Marcus has penned
a perfect romance in All I Need Is You, with a sexy dancer heroine, a hot
military hero with a sense of humor, and a story you won’t want to end.” —New York Times bestselling author Claudia Connor
Excerpt:
Excerpt 1
November 26, 2011
Dear Neve,
First off, please call me Rory. (Rhymes with
“story.” Sorry, couldn’t resist.) Or Mic. We’re big on nicknames over here and
that’s mine.
Thank you for your letter. I got it yesterday, which was the day after Thanksgiving. They try to
do it up big here, to make the day special, but it’s not the same as being at
home. And I was in a funk, thinking about my family and friends, all together
at our pub, everyone there but me, stuffing themselves on Mom’s delicious turkey, Aunt Jackie’s honeyed ham,
cousin Barbara’s mashed potatoes, and our neighbor Abigail’s macaroni and
cheese, which is the best I’ve ever tasted. Damn it, now I’ve got my mouth
watering again.
Anyhow, your letter came at the right time to cheer
me up and give me something else to think about. Like the picture you sent. Hot
damn. That had to be the finest female butt I’ve ever seen in a skimpy purple
bikini bottom . . . or any bikini bottom, for that matter. In fact it’s so
perfect the guys are convinced you’re trying to catfish me—you know, sub
someone else’s pic for your own. How about we prove them wrong? Send me another
picture, a full body shot this time. In that same bikini would be my
preference.
To answer your question, I don’t know anyone who
would call me amoral. But a dog? There, uh, may be one or two girls from my
past who think so. But I’m a guy, and any guy who tells you he’s never in his
life exhibited some doggish behavior is a liar. One thing I am not is a liar.
That said, when I’m in a relationship, I don’t cheat. Lucky for me, I’ve got no
girlfriend or special someone at the moment. And being of high moral
character—if I do say so myself—I would certainly have told you, without you
having to ask, if I did.
So if you’re up for writing me some sexy letters (and hell yeah, the hotter the
better!) I’m more than okay with reading them. For sure I like the
entertainment you’re offering a helluva lot more than any entertainment I could
have gotten from a classroom of third-graders.
Now, about me. My bio probably told you I’m a
twenty-three-year-old Southie from Beantown. (Translation: From South Boston.)
My family owns and runs an Irish pub
there, McRoy’s. My mom, dad, and three brothers all live above it. I’m the
oldest. Been working at that bar for as long as I can remember. Couldn’t wait
to get the hell out. As soon as I graduated high school I went straight into
the army.
I’m six weeks into a twelve-month combat deployment, and I can tell I’ll be seeing a lot more fighting
this time around. I’ve already decided this tour of duty will be my last. I
only hope I survive it.
On a happier note . . . what I’m looking for in a
pen pal? Someone to take my mind off all the shit happening here—and so far
you’re doing a bang-up job.
Tell me about your day. Share the story of why you and your brother are only
six months apart. Tell me about your childhood, your teen years, and your
dreams for the future. Tell me about the loser who needed stitches. Talk dirty to me. I think we’re pretty evenly
matched in the pen pal department. I just happen to be an up-for-anything
kind of guy. I don’t shock easily. So give me all you got. I can handle it.
Care packages? I’m happy to get whatever you want to send.
Favorite food: My dad’s corned beef and cabbage. Favorite
non-alcoholic beverage: Lemon-lime
sports drinks. Favorite alcoholic beverage: Guinness Draught. Favorite color:
At this point anything that isn’t tan or green. New favorite treat: Peanut
brittle. Favorite part of the female anatomy: (I’m laughing because you have no
idea how long I’ve been sitting here trying to decide.) A butt that looks like
the one in the picture you sent is certainly high on my list. Especially if it
tops off a nice set of toned legs, which I bet you have since you’re a gymnast/dancer.
But for some reason I am really attracted to a woman’s feet. Not in a
toe-sucking, fetish kind of way. But if a woman takes care of her feet, she
probably takes good care of the rest of her. I like small, feminine feet with
painted toenails. Part of the reason I love summer so much is for the
opportunity to see women’s feet in pretty sandals.
Okay. I sound like a creeper. But I’m not. Really.
In my downtime I like to work with my hands,
building things or repairing stuff. I run when the mood hits, which it doesn’t
often. But I think chasing after you might be fun. See, something nice to think
about for a change.
Well, I gotta go. Time for lunch, then some training stuff. Send out your letters as
often as you like. Please don’t wait to hear back from me. Sometimes things get
crazy, but I’ll do my best to stay in touch. It’ll help if you’d include your
email address in your next letter.
Rory
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Wendy S. Marcus is an award-winning author of contemporary romance. A nurse
by trade, Wendy holds a Master of Science in Health Care Administration, a
degree that does her absolutely no good as she now spends her days, nights, and
weekends mucking around in her characters’ lives creating conflict, emotion,
and, of course, a happily ever after. Wendy lives in the beautiful Hudson
Valley region of New York. When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time
with her family, which includes her dog Buddy, and blogging/ emailing/
tweeting/ facebooking with her online friends.
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