About the Book:
Ten years ago, Jackson Hardy joined the Marines, leaving behind a woman he still dreams about. When he's called home to care for his ten-year-old nephew, no one is more shocked than he to run into Emma again. Or to still have those same feelings. But Jackson isn't looking for love, and neither is Emma, especially not with him. His precocious nephew, though, and a retriever named Bandit, are about to change that.
So what if Emma Mercer is an overachiever? She has plans to get her doctorate in psychology and create a no-kill shelter for the EST dogs she trains. Which leaves absolutely no time for romance. She's fine with a furry family—dogs don't teach you to love and then rip your heart to shreds. But young Matty's situation tugs at her heartstrings and there's no way she can't help him…and Jackson.
She may have hotter-than-ever chemistry with the soldier, but forgetting the past isn't easy.
My Review:In the Dog House is a cute quick read that tackles the issues surrounding PTSD and getting support for people suffering from it.
Emma has spent the last ten years after Jackson left her to join the Marines training to be a doctor and training emotional support animals. When Jackson comes back into town to take care of his nephew while his sister is in a coma, Emma never expects to connect with Jackson again.
Jackson left Emma ten years ago to join the army. Now that he's back and having issues with PTSD he doesn't know how to handle life outside of the service. When his nephew Matty tries to steal one of Emma's dogs to help Jackson with his nightmares Jackson and Emma are thrown together once again.
In the Dog House was a cute read, but kind of forgettable. The storyline was predictable and the pacing wasn't the best. Not a terrible story and if it's on sale it would be a good book to pick up for a quick read.
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“I’ll tell you a secret,” he said in her ear. “You are the woman I dream about when things are quiet and I’m looking up at the stars. It’s you, on our place at the beach, snuggled together under a blanket.”
Her heart cracked at his admission. “Why?” Why hadn’t he told her that before now?
He wouldn’t let her turn around to look at him as he finished his confession. “I knew that I’d hurt you that day, and I never forgave myself for it. I promised that I would be the best soldier I could be, to make the sacrifice worthwhile.”
It was a good thing that she was sitting down already because his words took all the strength from her body and left her speechless. Vulnerable.
Tears spilled over and splashed on his hand. “Em?”
His eagle tattoo flexed as he shifted and tightened his arm around her, but she hid her face. “Why didn’t you talk to me about this?”
He scooted backward and came around to face her, on his knees, sitting back on his heels. “It wouldn’t have changed anything, don’t you understand? But I never stopped loving you.”
He tilted his head so that their mouths were inches apart, his eyes staring deep into hers as if demanding that she see his feelings for her—and she did. It made her head swim, and she clasped his shoulder to steady herself. The shield around her heart buffeted in the storm of her emotions.
“I’ve never met anyone like you.” He feathered his lips across hers, and Emma sighed at the longed-for contact of his mouth. They kissed, and she didn’t care who watched in the crowd. She revealed in the rightness of it, ignoring the wrong.
“Just being here with you eases something in me.” He tucked her close.
As if by silent agreement they watched the world from their blanket, content to be together for this moment with no expectations.
As the sunset faded to dusk and then into night, the white caps of the Cascades glowed in the moonlight. By nine, the music stopped, and the fireworks were set to begin. Jackson made sure they sat hip to hip. Her body hummed at the heat of his thigh next to hers, the touch of his pinky finger skimming her hand.
Casual. Electric. God, how she craved more.
Fireworks sparked before them, and she jumped back, her hand to her throat as she laughed nervously. Bandit and Matthew raced over to the blanket, Bandit dropping the slobbery Frisbee in her lap.
Jackson met her gaze, a smile dancing along that sexy mouth, his eyes promising a million pleasures—later.
Later. Emma grinned and hugged Bandit close. She didn’t know what the future might bring, and even if it wasn’t a happy outlook, she couldn’t turn her back on what she felt right now. One day at a time
Meet the Author:
My name is Traci Hall and I love to write...sounds like the beginning step of a program! However, I am not sorry that I love to write, so I guess I'm in it for the long haul. Finger cramps, slumped back and numb feet from sitting all day aside, there is nothing I would rather do than tell stories. Hearing back from readers makes it all worthwhile.
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