Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Epic Love

By:Rebecca Yarros

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“Epic love stories needed epic loves.”  - December Howard, FULL MEASURES

The last Valentine’s Day my husband was deployed, I opened the door to a package sent from Switzerland.  When I finally got all the tape off?  I was stunned.  He’d spent hours on google maps, tracing our path as we’d walked Zurich a few years ago until he’d found the truffle shop I’d gotten chocolate-drunk in, and then he overnighted a dozen chocolate truffles to me.  I fell in love all over again, even though I was in New York and he was in Afghanistan.  I am a sucker for an epic love.  I don’t want the every-day, ordinary ones.  Oh no.  I want my soul on fire.  I want to feel the highs and lows that come with it.  Maybe that’s why I’m desperately in love with my army-aviator husband.  Military love is the definition of epic.  We feel the lows, fear at deployment, of missed phone calls, and the echo of a silent, lonely house.  We also feel the highs, the utter joy at reunification, the relief of a safe return, the herat-stopping jaw-drop of our men in their Dress Blue uniforms. Oh yes, I crave the loves that conquer odds, because I have that. I cherish it.

Ember and Josh?  Now that’s an epic love.  I knew as I wrote FULL MEASURES, that the path for them wouldn’t be easy.  Oh no.  It was going to be full of set-backs and hard choices.  Because we all know in life, you value greater what you worked and waited for, and Josh?  Well, he definitely works for Ember.  He’s there for her when her father is killed in action, and he puts her back together when she can’t find all the shattered pieces. 

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She knew. That’s why Mom hadn’t opened the door. She knew he was dead.

Twenty years as an army brat and Ember Howard knew, too. The soldiers at the door meant her dad was never coming home. What she didn’t know was how she would find the strength to singlehandedly care for her crumbling family when her mom falls apart.

Then Josh Walker enters her life. Hockey star, her new next-door neighbor, and not to mention the most delicious hands that insist on saving her over and over again. He has a way of erasing the pain with a single look, a single touch. As much as she wants to turn off her feelings and endure the heartache on her own, she can’t deny their intense attraction.
Until Josh’s secret shatters their world. And Ember must decide if he’s worth the risk that comes with loving a man who could strip her bare.

Three knocks sounded on the door. Josh was right on time.

I checked my makeup in the mirror, like I hadn’t already done it a dozen times or more. Yup, my face was still there. I let out a deep breath and tried to slow my racing heart as I opened the door for our Friday night date.

The slow smile that spread across his face sent my heart rate flying again. “Hi.”

His teeth bit into his lower lip a scant second before he shook his head at me. “You can’t wear that.”

Ouch. “You don’t like it?” I looked down at the short, flirty skirt Sam had talked me into, paired with leggings and a low-cut sweater. This was her idea of “helping” the situation along.

“Oh no, I like it.” His eyes darkened. “You look edible, Ember. But you’ll freeze that cute little rear of yours off if you wear it.”

“What do you want me to wear?”


I laughed. “These are pants.”

“Those are glorified pantyhose.” He took three steps, backing me against the entry-hall wall. My breath hitched as he reached down my left leg and lifted it, curling it by the knee around his waist. One move, and he had me so turned on I was ready to forgo the date and skip to the good-night kiss, or more. Or something. He ran his hand from my exposed ankle up my legging-clad calf, across the back of my knee and up my thigh, stopping where the skirt began. He brought his forehead down to rest against mine. “I can feel every curve of you under these, December, just as if my hand was on your naked skin.”

I arched up for a kiss and he pulled back, his eyes dark with familiar desire. “If I kiss you now, there will be no date.”

“I’m okay with that.”

With one last stroke of my leg, he released it from his waist and gently set it back to the ground. He lifted his hands like he was under arrest and backed away slowly. “Pants. Now.”

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About Rebecca Yarros:
Rebecca Yarros is a hopeless romantic and lover of all things chocolate, coffee, and Paleo. She’s a writer of both young adult and new adult fiction, and her blog, The Only Girl Among Boys, has been voted the Top Military Mom Blog the last two years, and celebrates the complex issues surrounding the military life she adores.

When she’s not writing, she’s tying on hockey skates for her kids, or sneaking in some guitar time.  She is madly in love with her army-aviator husband of eleven years, and they’re currently stationed in Upstate NY with their gaggle of rambunctious kiddos and snoring English Bulldog, but she would always rather be home in Colorado.  

Thank you for having me on the blog! =)

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