Unpredictable Love

When SSGT Trent Stevens receives a letter and hot picture from Jory Walker, he thinks his dreams have come true. Deployed in Afghanistan, the lonely soldier writes back right away and waits impatiently for a reply.  

Uh oh. Amber signed her sister's name on a pen pal letter to a Marine, and Jory is stuck fixing her sister's little white lie.  

When letters pour in from SSGT Trent Stevens, Jory has no choice but to respond. Even though, he'd drool over Amber's bikini photo, thinking it was Jory, what harm could it do if she sends him a few letters? After all, they'll never meet, right?

When love sneaks up on Jory, will her charade boomerang? Is unpredictable love destined to break two hearts? 

A taste of the book:

Jory Walker plucked three letters from the mailbox in front of the house. Two bills and one envelope addressed to her that looked like it had been through a war. It had, according to what was scratched in the upper corner.

SSGT. T. Stevens

Anger bubbled up inside her. She made a beeline for the house, only to collide with her sister.

"Amber! What the hell?" She waved the envelope in the young woman's face.

"I just sent him one letter."

"This is the fourth you've gotten from him. When are you going to write back?"

"It was a mistake…"

"You can say that again. Especially the part where you signed my name!"

"Laura was so convincing. I thought she meant one time. Only one letter."

"She asked people to sign up to write to guys in the military. Not to write only one letter and include a lewd photo."

"It wasn't lewd, whatever that means. Just me in a bikini. I'm not good at writing. Much better at pictures." Her beautiful, blonde sister, with a Miss America figure, grinned.

"And the reason you signed my name?"

"I always liked yours better. Besides, if he wanted another letter, I knew you'd write it for me. So, it might as well have your name on it."

"Don't give me that bullshit smile. I'm on to you. And the answer is 'no.'" Jory shoved the envelope from T. Stevens into Amber's hand.

"Please? Pleeeaassseee, Jory. You're the writer. Not me."

"That's right. You're the pretty sister, and I'm the smart one."

Amber nodded. "I don't mean it like that. You're so much better than me."

"Than I."

"See?"