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Ex-SAS Sergeant Rick Week’s career ended in a
hail of bullets and the death of his friend Billy. After months of
recuperation, Rick can finally fulfill a promise he made to Billy; deliver a
letter to his girl. Simple. Maybe....
Hattie Jameson lost the man she loved. KIA.
Eighteen months later, she’s trying to move on. Then a sexy-as-hell Scottish
soldier turns up on her doorstep—the man who’d been with Billy when he’d
died. She shouldn’t find him attractive.
Not at all....
Fortunately, fate, and Billy, have plans to
bring the reluctant lovers together. Can Rick and Hattie get past their grief
and let love in?
Excerpt:
“I’m Rick Weeks.
Pleasure to meet you.”
Hattie’s hand was
already out, ready to shake, but when he spoke, she faltered. Rick Weeks. She knew that name. She
shouldn’t, but thanks to one of the men in Billy’s squad she did. Rick
Weeks…Sergeant R. Weeks. The soldier who’d carried her Billy back into base while
both of them were badly wounded. Billy had taken his last breath seconds after
the gates closed behind them.
“I…I….”
Faced with the man who’d
been with Billy when he died, she lost her ability to speak, or even think.
From what she’d been
told, Billy’s squad had been ambushed in one of the nearby towns. Scattering,
they’d been forced to take cover in the ruins. Insurgent activity in the area
meant the base couldn’t send out a rescue party. She’d never been able to get
an answer on why the British were in the area. But, according to the short
letter she’d been given, a British soldier had found Billy injured and taking
shelter in a building on the edge of town.
Together, Rick and Billy
waited through the night then made a break for the base at dawn. They’d almost
made it, the base in sight, but a sniper opened fire. Billy had taken the brunt
of the fire, bullets riddling his slender frame to slam into the soldier who
carried him—who continued to carry him, running for the safety of the base. The
British soldier was hailed as a hero and Billy came home in a metal box.
Now, that soldier—Rick
Weeks—stood in front of her, the name given a face, and she couldn’t think of a
thing to say. Except….
“Go to hell.”
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