Karma in Camo

Joe DeMarco of Nowhere, West Virginia believes in love at first sight. From the first moment he sets eyes on the gorgeous, long-legged beauty stranded on the side of the road, he knows. She's the one. Even if she's standing in front of him, brandishing a bottle, threatening to blind him with hand sanitizer. He likes her idea of foreplay. He likes everything about her. Even when she's maligning his character, calling him a terrorist. And he, the chief of police. He should tell her who he is. And what he does. And he would... Soon. Julia Stockton of New York City is having a bad day. Bad year, actually, now that Karma has it out for her. Or maybe because of Karma. More likely, it's because of the rat bastard of a man she'd loved. The one who'd lied to her, betrayed her, and carved out her heart, taking her savings account and apartment as a departing gift. She's done with lying men! So why has Karma dropped her on the side of the road in god-forsaken West Virginia? Taunting her with a handsome, blond-haired, broad-shouldered god? The kind of man she harbors secret fantasies about? The kind of man she could so easily love, if she was looking for it. Which she wasn't. But Joe is very persuasive. And Julia willingly gives him a weekend. One she's sure she'll never forget. And then she gives him so much more. She gives him a piece of her fragile heart. And for a while, Joe is everything she wants. Until she finds out he isn't what she thought. Or who. Is it Karma in Camo? Or is it love?