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

I watch as my ex-wife walks confidently around my mother's house like the queen of fuckin' England.


"Shane, do you know where your mother keeps her coffee mugs? She wants another cup and I can't find any clean ones."


"You should check your house." I mutter but she turns around clearly hearing me.


Getting that call from the hospital letting me know that my mom had been immitted into the emergency room was surreal. I had been at home with Adrianna after picking her up from preschool. Miles had been watching her, but I took over when I left club Sin after doing the books for the missing days. Once Lisa arrived, I took off, hating that I never called Lyla to let her know what was going on.


Chapter 37