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In Loving Meg, Book Two of The Camerons of Tide’s Way series, Meg and Ben Cameron struggle with the post-traumatic stress she suffers after a tour of duty in the middle east. Their love for each other is tested as Meg can’t stop blaming herself for a tragedy and a battlefield temptation she never expected. Trying to adjust to a quiet life as a wife and mother to two small boys in laidback Tide’s Way, North Carolina, feels impossible. And when Ben takes a traumatized police dog into his kennel’s training program, it brings back even more painful memories of the incident that haunts Meg. Maybe her only hope of finding herself is to re-enlist and go back to the brotherhood of warriors.
It’s up to Ben to change her mind.
In Loving Ben, eighteen-year-old Meg decides it’s time to let Ben know that she’s not a kid anymore and that she’s loved him as long as she’s known him. She could swear the attractive college man—her brother’s best friend—has been looking at her in a different way lately, but she may be letting her imagination run wild.
This future Marine is going to put on makeup and a dress, step into some sparkly sandals, and let Ben Cameron know he shouldn’t treat her like a kid sister anymore.
Skye Taylor is a former Peace Corps Volunteer. She writes The Camerons of Tide’s Way series, published by Bell Bridge Books. Visit her at skye-writer.com.
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Meg had tried
flirting with Ben, but it had never gained her more than just a smile.
Appreciative smiles at times. She had a nice body, and she had noticed Ben
checking her out more than once, but he’d never given her any reason to hope
that their relationship might become something more than friendship.
Maybe it was
CJ’s fault. He was a little overprotective, and maybe he had some objection to
his friend taking that kind of interest in his kid sister. A few weeks back,
when Meg still didn’t have a date to her senior prom, she had hinted at asking
Ben to escort her. CJ had scoffed. She was just a kid, and Ben was a man. Like
she didn’t know that already. But before she got up the courage to approach
Ben, CJ had engineered an invite from another friend’s kid brother.
What a
disaster that had been! Not that there was anything wrong with Mike Kennedy.
Mike was ripped and very good-looking. He was gentle and smart with a fun sense
of humor, too. But they had nothing in common.
Meg was into
hunting and guns and basketball and cars. Mike was president of the National
Honor Society, a member of the math and chess clubs, and spoke three languages.
She hung out in her brother’s auto mechanic shop. He hung out in online
workshops and seminars.
Mike had been
a surprisingly good dancer, though, and Meg might have had a far better time if
only she had been able to stop wishing it was Ben holding her in his arms and
swaying to the slow music. In between dances, they just hadn’t known what to
talk about. The silences had gotten progressively more awkward.
When Mike had
walked her to her door at the end of the evening, he’d kissed her good-night.
He’d been good at that, too, and she had unexpectedly enjoyed being kissed by
him. She had clung to his shoulders and leaned into him, kissing him back. But
there had been no fireworks.
Ben had never
kissed her except for a peck on her cheek like the kind she got from CJ and
Stu. But she was sure there would be a whole sky full of fireworks if Ben ever
kissed her like she was his type of woman. She thought of the model with the
bright red lips. Had Ben kissed her?
Meg hunted
through the bag of makeup she’d borrowed from her friend Margie and found a
tube of cherry red lipstick. With careful determination, she layered it on,
pressed her lips together, and checked the mirror. There! Now I have pouty, kissable lips.
She shimmied
into the new dress, reached behind herself, pulled the zipper up, and then
turned to check her reflection in the full length mirror mounted on the back of
her bedroom door.
"That’s more
like it!” she whispered, pleased with the view. The pale green fabric swished
about her knees and hugged her slender waist. She drew her fingers across the
bare skin exposed by the strapless neckline. Should she wear the pearls that CJ
and Stu had given her for her sixteenth birthday? Or the slender chain with a
heart-shaped pendant that dangled enticingly above the cleavage created by her
new bra?
"Which would
Ben like best?” She held up first one item then the other. A picture of the
model flitted through her mind again. The model with the pouty lips and a
low-cut neckline. Ben’s type. Meg put the pearls back into their velvet
bag and clasped the chain around her neck.
