Release Blitz: Soldier's Heart by Megan Green
Title: Soldier’s Heart (Wounded Love
#2)
Author: Megan Green
Release Date: March 29, 2016
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Isaiah Wright is broken. So broken he's
positive he'll never be fixed again. Surviving every soldier's worst
nightmare is enough for him to want nothing more than to give into
the blackness that plagues him.
Emma Nicholls knows pain. Four years
after the devastating loss of her fiancé, she's set up her own
business providing service dogs to veterans in an attempt to put her
own life back together.
Circumstance brings Isaiah into her
life, but neither are prepared for the fire that burns between them.
It's immediate, one broken soul finding solace in another, but it's
also... terrifying.
His soldier's heart is surrounded by
walls ten feet high. But maybe, just maybe, Emma and her brood of
trainee service dogs can break through and be the light he so
desperately needs.
“Just through here,” I say
confidently.
“Are you sure, Wright? I have a bad
feeling about this place. Something doesn’t feel right.”
“Trust me. We’ve been watching this
area for weeks. The men we’re looking for are on the other side of
this wall.”
My men line up, preparing to enter the
room.
I lift my hand.
On my count.
One.
Two.
I kick open the door, falling back as I
let my men charge into the room.
Everything happens so fast.
A shout in Arabic.
A gunshot.
A clamor of English.
An explosion.
***
I jerk from my bed, my arms raising in
a defensive position as I take in the room around me. It’s pitch
black, the only semblance of light coming from the digital alarm
clock glowing in the corner. By its faint light, I’m able to make
out my bed. The chair in the corner covered in yesterday’s clothes.
My dresser. I’m in my bedroom. I’m home.
I repeat the words over and over to
myself, but they do nothing to calm my frayed nerves. My heart races,
my breathing ragged. I feel as if I’m going to crawl right out of
my skin. I bring my trembling hand to my face, wiping my sweat-soaked
brow.
I sit on the edge of my bed, tucking my
head between my knees and taking several deep breaths, like my
therapist suggested for when these moments occur. And like every
other time this has happened, cowering and deep breathing does jack
shit. I stomp out of my bedroom, heading for the medicine cabinet in
the hall bathroom. I fling open the cabinet door, grabbing for the
pills she gave me for when the breathing exercises don’t
work. Fuck breathing exercises. I don’t believe for a minute that
shit works for anyone.
I swallow two of the pills, not
bothering with water, before placing the bottle back on the shelf and
swinging the mirrored door shut. I stare at my reflection. I look
like shit. My eyes are bloodshot, the dark circles surrounding them
deepening every day. The pallor of my normally copper skin is
shocking, even to my own eyes. I splash some water on my face,
rubbing at my tired, aching eyes.
My thoughts return to my dream. The
same one I’ve had every night for the past six months. I hear the
voices. The sound of gunfire. I see the flash of the grenade
exploding.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, grabbing the
pills again and swallowing three more, this time with a small sip of
water from the sink. It’s more than Beth wants me to take. But I
need some fucking sleep. I need some fucking silence. I need some
fucking oblivion.
I stagger out to the couch, feeling the
rush of calm already settling over me. I honestly don’t know why I
don’t take these damn pills all the time. They’re so much fucking
better than the alternative. I collapse on the couch, pulling a
blanket around me before allowing the sweet serenity of sleep to take
over.
Megan lives in Northern Utah with
her handsome hubby, Adam. When not writing, chances are you’ll find
her curled up with her Kindle. Besides reading and writing, she loves
movies, animals, chocolate, and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. She
loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line!
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