By
Connie Ann Michael
Book Synopsis:
There are two rules in war. First: People get killed. Second: You can’t change rule number one. Nineteen year old Corpsman Emme Sawyer doesn’t follow rules. She’s always been the best and no one will die if she has anything to say about it.
Emme refuses to hang around the hospital waiting for the wounded to come to her and joins a Marine unit heading into Helmand Providence, the largest opium producer in Afghanistan. Shutting off her emotions, Emme focuses on what she does best…keeping her men safe. When her best friend is obliterated by a roadside bomb, Emme
begins to realize she can’t save everyone. Seeking comfort from Raven, her commanding officer, Emme develops feelings that don’t belong in a combat zone where each step could be your last. As Raven reciprocates, Emme learns you can’t choose when and where love finds you
Author Biography:
Connie Ann Michael was raised a city girl but was converted
to a country girl after college and now resides in a speck of a town in Central
Washington State. She is a Second Grade
Bilingual teacher. Connie is married to
her former boss as she worked at the local Pizza place and has two college age boys that provide endless material for books.
She loves the outdoors and can be found mountain biking, kayaking, or
camping with her family. Being a busy
family she can be found working on edits and her newest novel while on long
road trips.
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“Sawyer you in there?” Raven banged on the door. The lock held
firm against his protests. “Dammit, Sawyer, open the door.”
With a crack, his foot hit the door.
It splintered and flew open. He stood in the threshold and took in the scene.
Without a word, Raven walked to the shower and stepped into the spray. He
pushed Sawyer forward, slid behind her, and wrapped his arms around her.
“He’s gone,” Sawyer choked.
“I know,” Raven whispered.
“He disappeared,” she sobbed.
“It’s okay.” He rocked her,
repeating the words. “It’s okay.”
Raven unbuckled the harness around
her chest. Drawing it down her arms, he released her from her extra ammunition
and radio, tossing it on to the floor outside the shower. Sawyer wasn’t sure
how long they stayed like that. Raven held her tight until she started to
shiver from the cold instead of her grief. The water turned cold long ago. He
slid around her to shut the water off and then grabbed her hands to pull her
up. “Okay. That’s enough.”
Numb, she let him help her step over
the edge of the shower stall.
“I’m sorry. You’re wet.” Sawyer stated
the obvious.
“Nothing to be sorry about.” Raven
slid his hands up and down her arms.
Sawyer's teeth began to chatter as
they stood dripping. She longed for Raven to pull her into his arms. To take
away the pain that held a vice on her heart, but he just continued to run his
hands over her arms.
“Raven?” her voice cracked.
His gaze dropped to hers. The pain
in his eyes was more than she could take. With a choked sob, Sawyer wrapped her
arms around his waist and buried her face into his chest, letting out a pained
sob.
Slowly, Raven brought his arms
around her and held her tight. “It’s okay, baby.” He buried his face into her
hair and kissed her behind her ear. “We’re going to be okay."
Thank you for helping with my release.
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