Release Date: August 26, 2013
Genre: Contemporary Military Romance
Synopsis: Can you choose between fighting for your life and fighting for your heart?
Twenty-two 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.
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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 married to her former boss as she worked at the local Pizza place and has two college age boys that provide endless material for her 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 her newest novel while on long road trips.
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Excerpt:
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A few men were standing around a water pump a short distance away, washing the dust off their faces and filling water bottles. Sawyer headed their way. She needed to scrub the blood from her hands. The men stepped back when she approached. She used the long handle to prime the pump; then placed her hands under the water when it spewed from the small opening. She worked her hands together, scrubbing at the dried-brown blood around her fingernailsand up her forearms. The water felt good, cool, and refreshing after the heat. She opened the neck of her jacket and tilted her head back. She wiped her damp hands down her throat and on her chest.
Tahk walked over to where she stood, his voice strained. “Sawyer, um…you need to stop.”
She opened her eyes, blinking. “What?”
He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side. She followed his head bob. The men sent to break holes in the wall had stopped their work and stood, leaning on shovels, their eyes trained on where Sawyer was standing. Raven stood to the side, his mouth set in a tight line while he watched the men watch her.
Water dripped from her chin. Raven shifted his gaze to her. His expression conflicted. Either he was angry at the men for staring, or angry at her for making them. Sawyer wasn’t sure.
“It’s like you’re in a wet T-shirt contest,” Tahk muttered.
“I was getting the blood off.” She pulled her jacket closed.
“Just get down.” With a frustrated sigh, Tahk walked away.
Raven barked at the men, “Get your asses back to work.” They tripped over themselves to resume their pounding on the mud wall.
Embarrassed, Sawyer stepped off the ledge of the well and followed Tahk to where he had their bags. She leaned against the wall, thankful for the small amount of shade it provided.
“I didn’t do anything the others weren’t doing.”
“Give it a rest. Men don’t wipe water down their neck, letting it drip off them.” He waved his arms around in an exaggerated impersonation of her movements.
“I wasn’t doing that. I wasn’t purposely putting on a show.”
“Sawyer, sometimes just being here is show enough.”
“I don’t know why I get yelled at because men are assholes.”
“Maybe because you’re outnumbered a hundred assholes to one?”
“Yeah, but you’re still assholes.”
“No argument here, sister,” he said.
“You’ve known Raven a long time,haven’t you?” Doogie started to pry for some information.
Tahk eyed her curiously. “Why?”
“Do you think he likes me?”
“Best he doesn’t. We aren’t here to make lasting friendships.”
“Well, I don’t want him to not like me.”
Tahk stared at her. “What are you talking about?”
“He always seems pissed off at me. No matter what I do, he gives me this look of irritation. I can’t win.”
“That’s his look. Don’t take it personal,” Tahk mumbled.
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