Codename: Wolf
Codename: Wolf
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A lonesome soldier hopes to find the holiday spirit in the arms of the curvy girl he’s fallen for but never met.
Miley
I’m in love with a man I’ve never met. We’ve been writing to each other for almost a year, and he’s about to return to the States after a twelve month deployment. I’m not sure what I’m more nervous about… that I might finally meet him in person, or that I won’t measure up to his expectations.
Callum
Only one thing has kept me sane over the past year—my daily emails with a gorgeous, curvy stranger. Now I’ve got the chance to meet her, but will the feelings between us fade when we finally come face to face?
The Bachelors of Broken Bend—foster brothers who all grew up in the care of the legendary Mama Mae—are about to meet their matches. These men have experienced the ache of abandonment and loss, but they'll find connection and the healing power of love in the arms of the curvy, strong-willed women who challenge them and ultimately capture their hearts.
Tropes:
- Pen Pals
- Military Hero
- Curvy Girl Heroine
- Home for the Holidays
- Holiday Romance
What Readers are saying about Codename: Wolf:
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - "Beautiful short, instalove story with great chemistry and hot scenes!! They were true soulmates. It was wonderful to see one of Mama Mae’s boys get a beautiful HEA."
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - "This was a great military romance. Miley and Callum had been exchanging letters for a year, ever since she sent an anonymous soldier a care package. Now he’s stateside and wanting to see her in person. I loved how they had an established connection date predates the story, it made the story seem more plausible. Their chemistry was great and I loved how alpha Callum was. A great story."
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The gray skies of a dreary December afternoon in Fort Drum, New York might not look like much to a someone who’d been stateside for a while, but to me it was the most beautiful thing I’d seen in almost a year. I’d been stationed in Afghanistan for twelve months. Stepping onto U.S. soil—even the concrete tarmac on base—gave me more of a rush than I was expecting.
“See you in a few weeks, Wolf.” Bullseye elbowed me in the ribs.
“You’d better watch your back,” I joked. He and Tank had gotten me good on the flight home. I’d have to figure out a way to pay them back for the prank when we all met up for our buddy’s wedding at the end of the month. Until then, I was a free man. For the first time in twelve months, I wouldn’t have anyone telling me when to eat, when to sleep, hell, even when to take a shit.
I had the next two weeks all to myself, and I knew just how I wanted to spend them and who I wanted to spend them with. As I stepped into the barracks, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and flipped to the most recent picture Miley sent me. She’d taken it just a few days ago at work. Though we hadn’t met yet, hers was the face I pictured every night when I closed my eyes to fall asleep.
Miley stared up at me, a smile stretching across her lips. She’d pulled her long brown hair up into two pigtails and wore red and green striped pajamas with a pair of reindeer horns on her head. The non-profit organization she worked for had hosted a breakfast with Santa, and she was supposed to be Vixen.
We’d been writing to each other for almost a year. That’s when she sent a holiday care package to an anonymous soldier from Texas who happened to be me. It was one of those programs people back home take part in to help lift the spirits of the troops deployed over the holidays. She’d sent homemade gingerbread cookies decorated to look like cowboys, along with some other snacks and a stack of drawings from some kids in a community art class she was teaching. I’d sent back a thank you note to share with the kids, and we started writing back and forth from there.
She had no idea I was coming since I’d told her I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get away, but in less than forty-eight hours I planned to be standing on her doorstep, maybe even with a giant bow on my head.
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