Series: The Woodlands
Genres: Military, Romance
Twenty-five-year-old Sgt. Gray Phillips is at a crossroads in his life: stay in the Marine Corps or get out and learn to be a civilian? He’s got forty-five days of leave to make up his mind but the people in his life aren’t making the decision any easier. His dad wants him to get out; his grandfather wants him to stay in. And his growing feelings for Sam Anderson are wreaking havoc with his heart…and his mind. He believes relationships get ruined when a Marine goes on deployment. So now he’s got an even harder decision to make: take a chance on Sam or leave love behind and give his all to the Marines.Buy the Book •
Twenty-two year old Samantha Anderson lost her husband to an IED in Afghanistan just two months after their vows. Two years later, Sam is full of regrets—that she didn’t move with her husband to Alaska; that she allowed her friends to drift away; that she hasn’t taken many chances in life. Now, she’s met Gray and taking a risk on this Marine could be her one opportunity to feel alive and in love again. But how can she risk her heart on another military man who could share the same tragic fate as her husband?
Jen Frederick’s third installment of her Woodlands Series is an emotional, sexy novel about two people learning to live their lives with no regrets.
Gray is on leave from the Marines for 45 days. He is spending his time in The Woodlands with his Marine buddies and using his leave to come to a decision about whether or not to re-enlist. Gray has been burned by love and believes that all relationships while serving his country are a recipe for disaster. Time and time again he has seen relationships around him fail including one of his own.But when he meets Sam he starts questioning his relationship philosophies…
Sam is a young widow. She lost her husband to the war in Afghanistan just two months after saying “I do”. She has put her dreams and desires on hold for the past few years since her husband’s death. She dropped out of college and tends bar and knits. That’s right. Knits. How cute! When she meets Gray she slowly begins to awaken and feel something other than the numb state she has been in the past few years…
“Everytime I touch a girl, I’m cataloguing the sounds she makes, the clenching of her muscles, how wet she is getting. It’s my responsibility to make sure that she is wetter than an April shower and I do that by paying attention.”-GRAY
Gray is sexy as hell and the stuff that comes out of his mouth! *fans self* Prepare yourself!
I feel like this story has the perfect balance of emotional, sexy and angsty moments. It deals more with the emotional aspect of these two characters growing and coming together.I was very impressed with Sams character. Although her life the past few years has been at a stand still she is still very strong and never let her grief completely devour her. I loved how she never tried to hide the fact she still loves her husband and never shied away from speaking about him.
“I know what it feels like to be in true love. It’s not just the longing for a body next to you, but his particular body.”
If you have been following this series you definitely do not want to miss out on Gray and Sam’s story. The couples from the previous two novels make appearances and it’s always enjoyable to catch up with characters from previous books. If you haven’t read the first two books, Unraveled can be read as a standalone. But as always I highly recommend reading the entire series for full effect <3
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His tongue and mouth left mine to leave a hot, wet path from my mouth, across my jaw line, and down to my neck. My leg lifted of its own accord and he took it as a sign to hitch me up higher until both my legs either dangled off the floor or wrapped around him. I chose to wrap my legs around him and was rewarded with a thick hard column pressing into my sex. We both groaned at the contact and I could feel his sound against my neck. The reverberations sent minor shocks throughout my nervous system. Holding me up against the wall, he began thrusting against me rhythmically, every impact of his hips making me hotter and wetter than I remembered I could get.
I gripped him tighter with my legs and dug my hands into his hair, using every bit of his body as leverage. He held me up with ease, as if I were a feather. One hand was under my right butt cheek and the other was exploring my left side, pulling out my T-shirt, only to find the tank underneath. Needing his mouth back, I tugged on his hair and he took the hint immediately. He fastened his lips over mine and we devoured each other, still rubbing our lower bodies against each other as the bass from the dance floor pounded the floor boards.
Whimpering, I begged in moans and small cries for more. A familiar but almost forgotten tension was winding its way from between my legs outward. All thoughts of storage rooms and hallways and strangers were lost in a swirl of bright lights that were bursting behind my eyelids.
“I got you, baby,” he growled against my mouth. “Just let go.” And so I did. I closed my eyes and let those long dormant feelings wash over me, spreading from the inside of my legs to the nerve endings in my toes and fingertips and the very top of my head. All the while, he kept grinding and grinding and grinding against me, whispering in my ear how I was the hottest thing he’d ever held, how he couldn’t wait to taste, how he’d die if he couldn’t be inside me tonight.
Jen Frederick lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious dog. She’s been reading stories all her life but never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to hear from readers so drop her a line at firstname.lastname@example.org.