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

Anger and frustration work their way equally through my body as I try and comprehend someone speaking in front of me.


"Shane, we need you to concentrate brother." Austin says but my eyes keep wondering over to the destruction of the house the woman I loved called home. "C'mon brother, snap out of it. We need to work together on this."


My gaze follows to the small little mermaid blanket crumbled to the floor, a small rabbit doll next to it. There are red marks on it from the time Adrianna thought she would try to put her mother's nail polish on her furry best friend.


"Tell me we got somethin'." I whisper starring at the chaos near the door where it's clear there was a struggle.


Chapter 43