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A Soldier for Christmas
by Eva Lefoy

Trent returns from Iraq intent on claiming the man he kissed five years ago, only to find the war left a powerful obstacle in his way.

Cameron was sixteen when the hunky Trent Anderson kissed him and spoiled him for all other men. The next day, Trent left for a tour of duty in the Middle East without so much as a wave goodbye.

When Trent returns five years later, he's a changed man. Can Cameron put aside his long-held fantasies and accept the flawed solider he's always wanted for Christmas?

Trent Anderson served for four years in the U.S. Army and then signed up for one more as a security contractor. He bears no physical scars from Iraq, but he secretly fights an invisible enemy. A sound, a look, a situation can trigger a flashback and send him right back into combat mode. When Cameron's attacked, his PTSD escalates, and Trent must get help or else forfeit the man he left behind forever.

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Content/Theme(s): M/M, Military, PTSD, Gay, GLBT, Holidays
Release Date: December 18, 2015
Publisher: MLR Press

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With a hand on each of Cameron’s shoulders, Trent forced him back and away from a danger only he perceived. “Get down. Stay out of the line of sight.” His pupils were dilated, two large pitch-black circles staring back at him. But they were vacant, empty of acknowledgement.

He needed Trent to see him, to focus. Digging in his heels, he cupped Trent’s face. Given the power and bulk the man possessed, going up against him would be a losing battle, but Cameron had to try. “Trent, stop. It’s me, Cameron.”

Trent paused but still appeared confused, and Cameron rushed into the moment with the only weapon he possessed. His body. Wrapping his arms around Trent’s solidly muscled back, he pressed himself against Trent and planted a kiss on the soldier’s neck. Underneath his caress, Trent shuddered. It was the most glorious thing Cameron had ever felt. Raking his lips over Trent’s salty skin, he made his way up to his ear to whisper, “It’s me, Trent.”

Trent moaned deliciously before holding Cameron at arm’s length. For a few seconds, he gazed emptily at Cameron, then the light bulb seemed to dawn in his scrambled brain. He closed his eyes, threw his head back and groaned. “Cam, I’m dreaming about you again. That’s what this is. I just need to wake up.” He opened his eyes and gazed at Cameron, shaking his head, sadness drawing his features. “But, God I don’t want to.”

Pulling Cameron into his arms, Trent kissed the life out of him. Kiss after searing kiss, he held Cameron tighter as though desperate to make his dream real.

For Cameron, the hungry kisses were real. They rekindled the need of those lonely nights so fiercely he dug his fingers into Trent’s back and urged him to take more. Again and again Trent swept his mouth down, each short rasping exhale growing hoarser until Cameron thought Trent would keel over. When both of them were breathing hard, Trent eased off and rested his forehead to Cameron’s. “God, Cam. I want you so bad. I wish this wasn’t a dream.”

The despair and need in Trent’s voice brought tears to his eyes. He clutched Trent’s head to steady himself, afraid his legs would give out and he’d crumple to the floor. They stood there quietly for a minute or two, rocking against each other, entwined in a dance of it-feels-so-right closeness that apparently neither of them felt compelled to end. As they silently communed, Cameron couldn’t help but wonder if the heat of their embrace would have felt the same five years ago, and if so, would it have made a difference in Trent’s decision to stay longer in the war torn corner of the world? As he snuggled against the solidity of Trent’s chest, Cameron knew this was about more than sex for him. He loved the hard muscular planes of Trent’s body, his hot breaths, the way his touch was slightly firmer than ordinary, anchoring them both in place. But if he was completely honest with himself, he wanted something more. Always had. He wanted his name written permanently on Trent’s heart. Wanted a deeper connection to the man who’d filled his dreams and caused him pain by his absence. Needing to make a point, he pushed away from the warmth enveloping him. “Trent. Look at me.”

Trent’s eyes zeroed in, but the dreamy look said he still wasn’t home.

Cameron shook his head. “This isn’t a dream.” He squeezed with his fingers, pinching muscles hard enough to get Trent’s attention but not hurt him. “I’m really here.”
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Other titles by Eva Lefoy:

Rescuing Kyle	Darkest Magic	Perfect Ride	Lover Enslaved	The Trouble With Memories

Sweet Cravings	No Glass Between Them	Dirty Little Lies	Sex, Ties, and Videotape	Hot Holiday Treats