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Love Handles (Boot Camp #1)

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Hope Ford

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Love Handles – Boot Camp 1
An Alpha Older Man and Curvy Younger Woman Romance
From the first moment I set my eyes on her, I know I have to have her. Too bad she’s on a date with another man. But when things go awry, I’m the first one to step in.
Adam saved me from a bad date… and now he wants more.
But with all my hang-ups, I walk away because he is way too out of my league.
But it turns out, he’s not willing to let me go.
Author Note: Take it easy on Penny. She’s a little insecure (aren’t we all sometimes), but I promise she comes around!

This is a Steamy, Sweet, Short Story Romance! Each one in the series can be read on its own. No Cliffhangers! If you love short romances with insta love, hot love scenes, and a sweet story, then this one is for you.

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Boot Camp Series by Hope Ford

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Hope Ford Books

Chapter One


“I’m going to hit it tonight. I mean it should be easy, she’s a fat ass,” Private Jess Franklin tells the others.

My blood starts to boil. He doesn’t know I’m standing in the hallway outside the locker room. I know exactly how men like this are. They are cocky. They sail through ROTC in high school and automatically think they are a soldier. While they’re here, I weed out the weak. The ones that are too cocky for their own good. The ones that make stupid decisions. The ones that have no moral code. They won’t make it to the next level if I don’t pass them. But obviously Private Jess Franklin had me fooled because he graduated a few days ago. He is now officially a solider with the United States Army.

I’ve been in the army for twenty years. For the last twelve I have been the Boot Camp Coordinator and moved from base to base. Now I am stationed at the training facility here in small-town Tennessee. I’m over the whole facility and rarely get involved in the training. However, I will make a point to teach Soldier Franklin a lesson. He is here still waiting on his assignment for advanced individual training. He may be gone in a few days, but I will make sure he remembers us here at boot camp.

The rest of the day is uneventful. Walking into the only restaurant in town, The Grease Rack, a few hours later, I see a few of my men eating. I walk to the table and after a round of ‘hello’s’, I order a steak and glance around the room. I come here quite a bit, just because I don’t want to cook for one. It’s a decent restaurant and I’m usually gone before it gets too wild later at night.

My eyes are drawn to the door when a woman walks in. She looks unsure as she scans the room. The light shining behind her from the open door almost acts as a halo on her long blond hair. She’s a curvy woman and I don’t even try to hide the fact that I take in all of her curves, staring at her. She has on a skirt to her knees with calf-high boots. Her shirt is loose and buttoned all the way up her neck. I don’t know if she thinks she’s hiding her curves by wearing that, but it’s obvious to any man exactly how curvy and beautiful she is.

Her lips are pinched together as she looks around the restaurant until suddenly she breaks into a wide smile, causing me to suck in a breath at the dramatic difference that smile brings to her face.

I consider walking over to her. She’s younger than me, quite a bit younger, but she’s definitely old enough. As I get up from my chair, I find that I’m a little late. Soldier Franklin walks up to her, brushes her hair off her shoulder and whispers something in her ear. At first she tenses and pulls away as his hand brushes against the slope of her breast when he touches her hair, but then she smiles tentatively at him before following him to a table toward the back of the restaurant.

Turning back around in my chair, I watch her as she walks across the room. Her hips sway slightly and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her even if I wanted to. I find that I have a perfect view of her at the table. His back is to me, so I have no idea what he’s saying to her, but I can see every expression she makes.

My food comes and I can barely touch it. I don’t know what it is about this woman; maybe it’s what I heard Franklin say in the locker room earlier today. Was it her he was talking about? My fist clenches around the knife in my hand until I drop it to the table. The conversation goes on around me but I can’t take my eyes off her.

Franklin gets up from the table and she looks around the restaurant. When her eyes finally land on me, I am staring blatantly back at her, almost daring her to keep looking at me. Even from here, I see the blush on her cheeks.


I finally have a date. It’s my first one since graduating college and coming back home. I was warned by my mom and my friends not to go out tonight with Jess. I know he’s not exactly what I need in a man. I met him a few nights ago when I was here for dinner with some girlfriends and he was here celebrating his basic training graduation. I was the only single one in the group, so after finding out that he didn’t have a chance with any of my married friends, he then put his sights on me. He’s arrogant and overly confident, but I’m not ashamed to admit it, when you are twenty-five years old and you’ve had sex with one man and it wasn’t all that, you feel like you sometimes have to take your chances.