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 hold daddy's hand as I walk behind the men from his club. There is a total of six men holding mom's casket. One of them is Tom Stone, my daddy's president. Three days ago, my mommy and I went and visited daddy at the clubhouse. I love being there, and even though Max, Austin and Shane are a lot older than me, they play with me and buy me stuff all the time. Mommy and I were getting ready to head to the kitchen so that we can get some food ready for the men, when we heard daddy yelling.


Chapter 47: Prologue