A Window Into Hazel Gower’s Letters to Her Soldier

Hazel Gower is one cool chick and I’m pretty thrilled to have her at The Spicy Butterfly Garden today showcasing her latest book from Evernight Publishing, Letters to Her Soldier.  Hazel has provided us with a glimpse into the story of Caleb and Bianca.  I can’t wait to dive into this one myself.  Enjoy!


Blurb  :

Can you fall in love with someone through their letters?

Bianca  Gardiner’s best friend Greta asks her to write a letter to her brother  on the front line, she just never expected a response. Yet Caleb asks  for more. Bianca uses the letters as a confession each week, pouring  out  her soul and divulging information she normally wouldn’t share with  anyone.

Warrant  Officer, Caleb Sutten fell in love with Bianca through the letters she  sent him over five years. Each sweet word helped to keep him sane. But  every time he comes home for leave, Bianca goes into hiding.

Not this time.

From  the moment they’re together, their passion ignites. Caleb will stop at  nothing to pull her out of the dark and put her into his arms, where  she  belongs.


“I don’t know why you can’t pick your brother up, ” Bianca said on the phone with her friend Greta.

“We’re  getting a surprise ready for him.  You know it’s his birthday  next  weekend.  We’re doing a big combined welcome home party.  It’s  taking a  lot to organize.  ” Greta paused.  “Because I’m off next  weekend for the  celebration, I couldn’t get this weekend too.  And I  thought you might  like to pick him up since you’ve been sending him  letters for the last  couple of years. ”

Bianca  groaned.  “Sending letters is totally different than talking  and seeing  him in person.  The last time I saw Caleb, I was a chubby  little girl  who followed him around everywhere. ”

Greta  laughed.  “Well, you’re not anymore.  You can’t keep avoiding  him.   Don’t think I haven’t noticed that every time he gets leave, you  go  MIA.  He’s home for a while now teaching new recruits, so you won’t  be  able to avoid him the whole time.  Unless you move. ”

Bianca wondered if her work would okay a transfer.  She was their star wedding cake maker.

“Don’t even think about it, Bianca.  I will hunt you down and drag you back. ”

Sighing in defeat, Bianca looked around the airport for Caleb.  “Fine, but he doesn’t know what I look like.  I haven’t se—”

“Yes, he does.  I’ve been sending him pictures of us, of you. ”

“You what?” A bunch of people turned to glare at Bianca.  “You did what? I told him no when he asked for pictures. ”

“Why on earth would you do that?”

Scrubbing  a hand over her face, Bianca looked up at the arrival board  to see  Caleb’s plane had landed a good ten minutes ago.  “I was scared.  I  didn’t know what picture to send.  I look nothing like the girls I  remember he liked to date.  I’m not five-seven with legs that go on   forever, a blonde, or a size under double digits.  I don’t think I ever  will be any of those things.  I’m a wedding cake maker and designer,  and  I like taste testing my food too much. ”

There  was quiet on the other end of the line for a moment before Greta  replied.  “You do realize the way to a man’s heart is with food. ”

“You  can say that because you’re a size ten, and your mother taught  you how  to cook.  Hey, aren’t you supposed to be at work? That’s why I  had to  come and pick Caleb up instead of you?”

Bianca  was met with another silent reply, and a niggling feeling came  over her  that Greta was up to something more than just a welcome-home,  birthday  surprise for Caleb.

“Sorry.  Busy working and getting the surprise ready to go.  Talk later.  Bye. ”

The  uneasy feeling got bigger as Bianca put the phone back in her  bag.   Straightening her shoulders, she looked around again.  Army men  come out  of the gate in full uniform, and she slowly walked forward.   “Oh my,  they do look so good. ”

An older lady next to her chuckled and asked, “Yes, they do.  Any of them yours?”

Bianca  shook her head and started to say no when Caleb walked out with two  other men.  Tall, he stood well over six feet with broad shoulders and a  tight muscular body.  Bianca couldn’t see much of his dark olive skin  in his Army uniform.  His hat covered his jet black hair and his  piercing deep dark brown eyes set above a strong masculine jaw.

Caleb searched the crowd before his gaze stopped on her.  He stalked forward.  “Hey, beautiful. ”

Bianca  stared at him, stunned, as he pulled her to him, and his mouth  come  down on hers.  He held her tightly as his lips crushed hers and  his  tongue traced her lips, asking for entry.

With  her mind going a million miles a minute, it took her a moment  before  she moaned, wrapped her arms around Caleb, opened her mouth, and met his  tongue with hers.

He pulled away, leaving her panting, and she wondered if she’d fallen into some parallel universe.

Caleb smiled down at her, showing perfect white teeth.  “Ready to go.  Just need to grab my backpack. ”

Speechless,  she nodded as he grabbed her hand and walked over to the  baggage  carrousel.  She trailed behind him probably looking like a  stunned  mullet.  Caleb didn’t let go of her hand when he grabbed his  big  backpack, shoved it on one shoulder, and then pulled her toward the  exit.

“Where did you park?”

Bianca pointed to her left, not trusting her voice to talk.

“Do you still have the little white sports car?”

She froze, and he stopped and looked back at her.  “How do you know I have a Honda Integra?”

A  huge grin spread over his face.  “The first picture I got from Greta  was of you with the car your parents bought you.  She told me all  about  how you corrupted her to go racing in it. ”

Bianca watched his eyes light up as he moved to box her in against the car behind her.

“That’s not the best part.  The picture she sent is of you laid back on your car, posing in only a white bikini. ”

She gulped, and thought of the best way to kill her best friend…scratch that, ex-best friend the next time she saw her.

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hazel me      About Hazel Gower

I’m a mother of four terrors between the ages of two and  seven. In my spare time, the little I have, I write and take off into my own worlds. I started writing down my story ideas in high school, and never really stopped.  Writing, I have to say, is my salvation.   After I’ve gotten all the kids in bed and have cleaned up, I sit at my computer or sometimes a notebook with a pencil and relax, write, and escape.  I love to hear from any of my readers, so feel free to send me an email and like me on Facebook. www.facebook.com/HazelGowerAuthor.

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