D.S. TOSSELL is an emotional roller coaster of a reader. She loves any kind of book that will make her laugh, make her cry and more importantly make her think. She is a nut for all things holiday. Loves to cook but cannot bake. She loves to relax and hang out with her husband and watch movie marathons. When she is not writing her newest emotionally driven book she is chasing around her two small children.

It only takes five words to drag me back to the desolate dry land of Afghanistan. Five simple words and I'm seeing the blast of gunfire behind my head. Five words and I see her drop right in front of my eyes. Five words causes me to lose myself and revert back into the soldier they made me. Five words.

"Thank you for your service"

Nightmare Warrior's MC

Something pokes me in the face and I swat it away with my hands. I roll over and try to get more comfortable. I pull up the too small for my body blanket and try to sleep, but another poke wakes me up followed by the shrill sound of a giggle.


I smile, knowing Adrianna is indeed up for the morning. I can see the gleam of the morning sun through the small slant in my eyes. Sleeping on the couch has given me the ability to be able to tell it's morning just by the way the house settles. Off in the distance coffee brews, Adrianna giggles and Lyla showers. It was what I always wanted to wake up to. What, for a moment anyways, I had but lost.


Chapter 33