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

It's been a few days since Shane has graced our presence of sleeping on the couch. Days of watching him consume my daughter's whole world, days of him making me dinner each night, and days of nonstop sexual frustration for my libido. Every morning I wake up, he is either doing his regular thousand pushups, shirtless I might add, or brewing me coffee and making us breakfast.


Yesterday was an early day for me since we were dead, so I came home early to find them both in the kitchen making dinner together while some new bright pink barbie boombox played a Disney princess song from the kitchen. I questioned Shane buying her a present, but he simply shrugged and told me she gave him a cute look.


Chapter 34