- Tina Lynne

New Release + Review: SOLIDER’S HEART (Wounded Love #2) by Megan Green

Soldier’s Heart
Wounded Love #2
Megan Green
Publication Date: March 29, 2016
Genre: Contemporary
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Isaiah Wright is broken. So broken he’s positive he’ll never be fixed again. Surviving every soldier’s worst nightmare is enough for him to want nothing more than to give into the blackness that plagues him.

Emma Nicholls knows pain. Four years after the devastating loss of her fiancé, she’s set up her own business providing service dogs to veterans in an attempt to put her own life back together.

Circumstance brings Isaiah into her life, but neither are prepared for the fire that burns between them. It’s immediate, one broken soul finding solace in another, but it’s also… terrifying.

His soldier’s heart is surrounded by walls ten feet high. But maybe, just maybe, Emma and her brood of trainee service dogs can break through and be the light he so desperately needs.

Untitled design (3)You can grab your copy of Solider’s Heart today from the retailers listed below! 20% of each sale from now until the end of April 2016 will be donated to Paws for Purple Hearts! Don’t miss out on reading a great story and giving back in the process!

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tina thoughts a review for you

If you are looking for a sweet story of love, second chances, and the return of the broken solider, this one is definitely for you. Solider’s Heart is a sweet and stunning story of love and learning to forgive. It shares the story of a woman who lost everything and learned to come back from the darkness of her grief. It is about a man who learns to forgive and find solace in the last place her would have ever expected.The best part of this book for me is the dogs. Hands down. The concept of trained dogs as companions to soldiers struggling with PTSD among other things is something that will tug at your heart strings. The connection that grows between a dog and a man, as is so brilliantly portrayed in this book, is beautiful. This story dives deeper into something that is so profound and not always recognized, a way to health that is unique. I loved how the story unfolds, allowing the reader to see the love grow between man and dog and the way that they save each other.

This story is filled with different themes, none overtaking the story completely. There is a sweet and beautiful love story that progresses naturally. There is a healing story that allows for hope and human resilience to shine bright. There is also an element of suspense and danger thrown into the mix. Megan Green does a great job of blending these elements together into a great contemporary piece. It is a love story but it is so much more. I would even wager that it is more of a story of healing and second chances than anything else.

Solider’s Heart is a great addition to the Wounded Love series. If you have read Safe Distance, the first book in the series, you will be so excited to see Ryan and Haylee again. They are featured in a big way in the beginning and weave in and out of this book! This story shares the reality of those who come back home from war, the ones who survive and the ones left behind. It is a story of resilience and healing, a one of finding strength and hope in a place you might not expect. This book will give you a look into something many might not understand and it will touch your heart. Don’t miss this lovely story!

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“Just through here,” I say confidently.
“Are you sure, Wright? I have a bad feeling about this place. Something doesn’t feel right.”
“Trust me. We’ve been watching this area for weeks. The men we’re looking for are on the other side of this wall.”
My men line up, preparing to enter the room.
I lift my hand.
On my count.
One.
Two.
I kick open the door, falling back as I let my men charge into the room.
Everything happens so fast.
A shout in Arabic.
A gunshot.
A clamor of English.
An explosion.
***
I jerk from my bed, my arms raising in a defensive position as I take in the room around me. It’s pitch black, the only semblance of light coming from the digital alarm clock glowing in the corner. By its faint light, I’m able to make out my bed. The chair in the corner covered in yesterday’s clothes. My dresser. I’m in my bedroom. I’m home.
I repeat the words over and over to myself, but they do nothing to calm my frayed nerves. My heart races, my breathing ragged. I feel as if I’m going to crawl right out of my skin. I bring my trembling hand to my face, wiping my sweat-soaked brow.
I sit on the edge of my bed, tucking my head between my knees and taking several deep breaths, like my therapist suggested for when these moments occur. And like every other time this has happened, cowering and deep breathing does jack shit. I stomp out of my bedroom, heading for the medicine cabinet in the hall bathroom. I fling open the cabinet door, grabbing for the pills she gave me for when the breathing exercises don’t work. Fuck breathing exercises. I don’t believe for a minute that shit works for anyone.
I swallow two of the pills, not bothering with water, before placing the bottle back on the shelf and swinging the mirrored door shut. I stare at my reflection. I look like shit. My eyes are bloodshot, the dark circles surrounding them deepening every day. The pallor of my normally copper skin is shocking, even to my own eyes. I splash some water on my face, rubbing at my tired, aching eyes.
My thoughts return to my dream. The same one I’ve had every night for the past six months. I hear the voices. The sound of gunfire. I see the flash of the grenade exploding.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, grabbing the pills again and swallowing three more, this time with a small sip of water from the sink. It’s more than Beth wants me to take. But I need some fucking sleep. I need some fucking silence. I need some fucking oblivion.
I stagger out to the couch, feeling the rush of calm already settling over me. I honestly don’t know why I don’t take these damn pills all the time. They’re so much fucking better than the alternative. I collapse on the couch, pulling a blanket around me before allowing the sweet serenity of sleep to take over.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR Megan lives in Northern Utah with her handsome hubby, Adam. When not writing, chances are you’ll find her curled up with her Kindle. Besides reading and writing, she loves movies, animals, chocolate, and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line!

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