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Divine by Cait Jarrod
Montana Dreams Book One

Matt Carson and Trina Lovett befriend each other during turbulent times at a young age. Over the years, their friendship strengthens building a strong, unbreakable bond.

At least that is what they believe.

Life choices put an ocean between them, and the depth of their bond is tested.

Under the stress of being apart, heart-wrenching events leave them plagued with doubt. Danger forces them to make irrefutable decisions about what they want from life.

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Content/Theme(s): Military, Humor, Suspense, Sweet
Release Date: November 23, 2015
Publisher: Indie

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Excerpt:
[Scene setup: Matt and Trina’s meet cute when they were kids]

Inside the tree line, a skinny, pale leg emerged. Not Travis. An even skinnier arm and hand moved a branch out of the way. The tree limbs parted. Red hair flashed. White, pale skin contrasted against the layers of blue, covering her torso and orange shorts. A girl?

His neck stiffened. Who was she to come to his hiding spot? She didn’t walk out of the woods but ran. He jumped to his feet and eyed the trees.

Branches didn’t shake. The leaves didn’t sway. Only the noise of rushing water and the girl’s feet crunching sticks. Even the crickets and frogs quieted.

She jolted to a stop a foot away, and her hands smacked her cheeks. Eyes, the shade of the forest, widened as they fixed on his. If it weren’t for their bright coloring, she’d have the deer-in-the-headlight resemblance pegged. Her hair stuck out in all directions.

He stretched out a hand to tuck the wayward strands behind her ear when she shot him a don’t-touch-me-glare. What am I doing? Scratches marred her arms and legs. Black lines streaked her face, and dirt smeared her clothes.

Matt didn’t know anything about girl’s clothing. Judging by the material, he would say expensive. He’d guessed her shorts and shirt cost more than anything his parents had bought him, times two.

“Are you okay?” he asked, stepping back. While the scared expression stayed, her pupils contracted. “Why are you here?”

Her indignant tone lit a fire into him. “It’s my spot,” he snapped, without regard to the

fact that he didn’t own the area. Folding his arms over his chest, he dug his fingers into his ribs to deflect his emotions and not lash out again.

She studied his face far too long before taking in his shirt, mud-splotched pants, and muddy shoes. Her attention drifted to his discarded jacket and tie and then darted to him.

Uncomfortable with the scrutiny, his shirt collar grew tight. Goose bumps broke out across his skin. Shifting his weight from foot to foot, he slid a hand under his shirt collar and tugged. The button flew.

She cocked her head and observed him like a specimen and she the scientist. Then he saw it. The skin on her forehead crinkled as if in recognition. She’d heard about his mom. Everyone asked about the accident. The more people asked, the worse he felt. He didn’t want questions, didn’t want sympathy. He wanted to be left alone.

“Don’t pity me,” he gruffed out. She dismissed his comment. “Why would I? What happened?”

Her soft tone brought feelings of doom; the type of awareness that if he didn’t watch it, he could tell her everything. Not something he did with his buddies, and definitely not something he wanted to do with some girl.
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