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 walk into the clubhouse with anger brewing. Once again, we were in danger and I for one, am sick of being sitting fuckin' ducks. Abby walks beside me, nearly having to jog just to keep up with my quick strides. I head straight to my room with her hand clutched to mine and let her inside.


"Stay here. Sleep get some rest, but do not leave this room. I need to know you're safe." I stare at Abby's eyes, hating that all I see is fear in them. This girl was raised by bikers and yet, is as sweet as they come. I can't stop remembering the feeling of her lips on mine, or how in control she was. Just the thought of her body near mine is doing things to me.


Chapter 57