When faced with four letters from SSGT Trent Stevens in Afghanistan, Jory had no choice but to correspond. Sure he’d be drooling over Amber’s photo in a bikini, thinking it was Jory. But she’d never meet him, so what harm could it do if she sent him a few letters?
She was in no danger of falling for him, because, they had nothing in common. Or did they? She kept up the masquerade, writing to him regularly and eagerly awaiting his replies. As they grew closer, the lie grew bigger.
Would her charade boomerang replacing happiness with pain? What started off as an innocent ruse, morphed into a monstrous web of deceit. Maybe unpredictable love was destined to break her heart.