So, as you all know, Jessica Scott is one of my favorite authors. She writes amazing, emotional but non-manipulative romances. "All For You" is book four in her Coming Home series and I expect that like the others, it will have me in tears *places order for a case of Kleenex*. It features Sergeant First
Class Reza Iaconelli and Army Captain Emily Lindberg. There isn't a blurb yet but Jessica sent along the prologue to whet your appetite. The expected release date is February 4th, 2014.
I'm pretty sure I'd be puking too but you have to admire his strength in doing what needs doing.
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Camp Taji, Iraq
2007
Sergeant First Class Reza
Iaconelli had seen better days. He closed his eyes, wishing he was
anywhere but curled up on the latrine floor in the middle of some dirty,
shitty desert. The cold linoleum caressed his cheek, soothing the
sensation of a billion spiders creeping over his skin. He had to get up,
to get back to his platoon before someone came looking for him. Running
patrols through the middle of Sadr City was so much better than being
balled up on the bathroom floor, puking his guts out.
He’d
sacrificed his dignity at the altar of the porcelain god two days ago
when they’d arrived in northern Baghdad. It was going to be a rough
deployment; that was for damn sure. Dear Lord, he’d give anything for a
drink. Anything to stop the madness of detox. Why the fuck was he doing
this to himself? Why did he pick up that godforsaken bottle every single
time he made it home from this goddamned war?
The walls of
the latrine echoed as someone pounded on the door. It felt like a mallet
on the inside of a kettle drum inside his skull. “Sarn’t Ike!”
Reza
groaned and pushed up to his hands and knees. He couldn’t let Foster
see him like this. Couldn’t let any of his guys see him like this. “You
about ready? The patrol is gearing up to roll.”
Holy
hell. He dry heaved again, unable to breathe until the sensation of
ripping his guts out through his throat passed. After a moment, he
pushed himself upright and rinsed out his mouth. He’d definitely seen
better days.
He wet his brown-black hair down
and tucked the grey Army combat t-shirt into his uniform pants.
Satisfied that no one would know he’d just been reduced to a quivering
ball of misery a few moments before, he headed out to formation, a five-
to seven-hour patrol through the shit hole known as Sadr City in his
immediate future.
He was a goddamned sergeant
first class and he had troops rolling into combat. They counted on him
to do more than show up. They counted on him to lead them. Every single
day.
Maybe by the time he reached thirty days
in country, he’d stop heaving his guts up every morning. But sick or
not, he was going out on patrol with his boys.
The best he could hope for was that he wouldn’t puke in the tank.
I'm pretty sure I'd be puking too but you have to admire his strength in doing what needs doing.
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I like. :) What do you think?
I have to say, JScott is the go-to girl for Contemporary Military romance. I feel like she owns this sub genre now
ReplyDeleteI agree. Her authenticity is strong and powerful but she doesn't hit us over the head with it and her stories are amazing.
ReplyDeleteOh now this looks and sounds positively yummy. I am a sucker for military men and their romances! Adding this one to my list!!
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