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NA Contemporary Romance
From Amazon Bestselling Author Jessica Ruben comes the latest Contemporary/New Adult Romance….
I have no intention of finding happily-ever-after.
At least, not anymore.
Fighting for my country was an honor,
returning home is a curse.
My demons need to be fed.
How else can a shattered man stay afloat?
When a wild night in Las Vegas with the sexiest woman I’ve ever met turns into hell, she attaches to me as though I’m her savior.
But what happens when a woman hangs her hands on broken glass?
*Warrior Undone is a stand alone spin-off from the Vincent and Eve series. This is a full length novel.
Before I can think it through, I tell her, “Let’s sit together and watch the sunset. It’s going down soon.”
“You want to sit. With me?” She purses her lips. “The girl you have nothing in common with?”
“Come on. You know that shit wasn’t true.”
She takes a hard swallow. “But you said it.”
“Come on.” A cushioned bench lines the perimeter. “No one here but us.” I gesture to the couch.
She rigidly sits down, raising her legs in front of her before invitingly opening them. She taps the space between her knees. The sun lowers, casting an orange glow over the boat.
Hesitantly, I sit between her legs. I twist my torso to face her. “You’re not going to strangle me, right?”
“I considered it.” She raises her brows at me. “But, no, I won’t.”
She pulls me back by the shoulders, so I’m resting my head in the juncture between her thighs. Part of me wants to jump upward, but her fingers move into my hair, and it feels so damn good.
“You aren’t a materialistic bitch either,” I add. “I know you’re not.”
“Thanks.” Her voice drips with sarcasm. “I know who I am. Now, straighten your head so I can massage your face. Lord knows you need something to calm your domineering ass down.”
She drops her thumbs on the bridge of my nose, pushing down and out over my cheekbones. I let out a sigh.
“Am I allowed to ask you what it’s like in Afghanistan, or are you going to chew my head off?”
I tilt my head up to see her. “Lots of good people. Some bad.”
“On the way to Utah, I ordered a book on my Kindle about Adam Brown. The Navy SEAL. I’ve been reading it.”
I melt from her hands. “Did you now? Adam was a good man.” I close my eyes and try not to smile at the fact that she’s trying to learn more about me. Shaking off my attempt to keep her away, I find myself in a warmth I can’t fight. I don’t deserve it, but fuck if it’s not the best feeling I’ve ever had.
“You knew him?” She sucks in a surprised breath, her fingers pausing.
“Knew of him, yeah. We all do. Total badass.”
Her hands continue to rub up and down my face. “You’re a good man, too, Slade. When you aren’t being a huge asshole, I mean.”
I chuckle. “I’m all right. And I’m sorry, okay? I said fucked up shit that wasn’t true. I just wanted to be firm and make sure we were clear, but it wasn’t necessary. You didn’t deserve that.”
“I should just ask for no bread, so I don’t waste. You’re right about that, and I—”
“Oh no.” I put my hands on her, stilling her words. “You don’t have to finish everything you eat. It’s a weird thing I have after the shit I’ve seen. You don’t have to take it on.”
“No. You’re right. I should ask for less, so I waste less.”
When I let go of her hands, she continues her ministrations. I let her take care of me. I’m not sure why I was being so difficult. Sure, she’s a sweet girl who deserves more than me. But she isn’t a child who can’t make her own choices either. Best part is that she isn’t planning on staying here; it’s just for a short time. I need to cool off and calm down, stop fighting everything and let it all ride. She knows the score now—of this, I’m absolutely positive. My body sinks between hers, and for the first time in what feels like ages, I feel peace.