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

The cool sheet hangs around my body as I watch Chance thrash back and forth. His arms have banged against the nightstand and headboard enough that I know he will have some bruises. I have tried calling out his name but he's not answering. It's like he's in some kind of trance, trapped in his own nightmare.


It's been several minutes of the same thing. I thought he would tire himself out, or wake himself up, but nothing. I tried waking him myself, tried shaking his body, but I was thrown off, causing my back to hit the floor hard.


Panic sets in when I see him thrash so hard he nearly leaps off the bed.


I decide then and there that one more time of trying to wake him is better than impatiently waiting. Running over to the side of the bed, I call out Chance's name once more, getting no answer in return other than the same name he continues to cry out for.


Chapter 64