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Love Letters (Boot Camp #2)

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Hope Ford

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Love Letters – Boot Camp 2
An Alpha Man and Curvy Woman Romance
I fell in love with her cupcakes… and then with her. But I screwed up. I didn’t tell her I was leaving the next day. Now I have to find a way to her heart, with love letters.
I gave him a chance… and then he left. He made it up to me, but little did he know, when he got back, I would have a surprise for him.

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


Dear Kelly,

It’s been a week since I graduated boot camp and left you. I’ve tried to sit down and write you a dozen times but they have kept us pretty busy. By the time I get back to the barracks, it has been time for lights out. I know I owe you an apology. I should have told you when I met you that I was leaving the next morning. It wasn’t right to keep that from you. Maybe it makes me an ass, but I knew that if I did tell you that night after graduation, you would never have given me a chance. And man, there was no way I could have left without getting to know you. It was selfish of me, but I can’t say I’m sorry.

I’ve had a lot of time to think this week, mostly when I’m running and working out. I hated leaving you knowing that I was hurting you. I don’t blame you for being mad, but you are wrong about me. I do not think of you as a booty call or a one night stand. I wasn’t just trying to get laid. From that first moment I saw you, when you were standing in front of your tower of cupcakes, I knew that you would be mine. I never doubted it then and I haven’t since.

Well, I think this is the first letter I’ve ever written someone. Even with my nine weeks in boot camp, I didn’t send one letter. I have a little comfort knowing that I’m only a few hours away from you, even though I won’t be able to see you for four to six months. Once this training is over, I have ten days leave and I hope to spend it with you.

Anyway, I hope you are doing good. Please don’t be mad.



I fold up the letter, stuff it in the envelope and put a stamp on it. Meeting Kelly was everything. By the end of the night I was making changes and plans for our future. Crazy, I know. But she hooked me. I can’t help but think about meeting her last week. I had just finished nine weeks of boot camp. Nine weeks of physical training that almost feels like they are trying to break you. Nine weeks of learning everything you possibly can about being a soldier. I endured it, hell, I loved it. I reveled in it – I felt for the first time in a long time that I was home. I’ve known all along this is what I was meant to do. I followed in my father’s footsteps, much to my mother’s dismay.

He is a major in the army. My dad and mom split ten years ago and my boot camp graduation was the first time they’ve been together since then. I saw the honor in my father’s face after he handed me my graduation certificate, and when I sought out my mother in the crowd, I saw the tears rolling down her face, but still yet, her eyes shining with pride.

There was a small reception planned for after the graduation and for some reason, I felt like dinner with my parents was going to be harder than the nine weeks of boot camp.

Last week – The Night of Graduation: Riley

Once the graduation commences, I lead my mom into the reception hall. My dad has certain duties he has to fill and he will be joining us later. “Have a seat, Mom. I’ll grab us some drinks.”

She pats my cheek and I can tell she is still overcome with emotion. “Okay, honey. I’m going to freshen up in the ladies’ room and will be right back. Can you get me a lemonade?”

“Sure, Mom.” I walk over toward the food and pass by the finger sandwiches and sides and head straight for the dessert table. It’s been nine weeks without anything sweet and for me, that’s a long time. I have somewhat of a sweet tooth.

The table is full of small and large cupcakes, each one delicately decorated with the army logo on them or a US flag. They almost look too good to eat. I pull one off the tower and barely get the wrapper off before I’m shoving the whole thing into my mouth. I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips. It has to be the best thing I’ve ever tasted.

I look around the full room and most everyone is in line at the food table. Hell, they don’t know what they are missing. I grab another small cupcake and again, I moan around the delicious taste.

“You sound like you are really enjoying that.” I freeze at the soft honeyed voice behind me. Swallowing down the last of the dessert, I turn around and my mouth drops.