Loving The Wounded Warrior by Adriana Anders
Title: Loving the Wounded Warrior
Series: Love at Last #2
Series: Love at Last #2
Author: Adriana Anders
Genre: Contemporary Romance Novella
Release Date: June 14, 2018
Blurb
One tent. One Night. Once last chance.
She was my best friend's little sister—and the woman who
ruined my life.
O'Neal Jones was the last person I expected to run into on this mountain in the
middle of nowhere.
I wanted her, even if it was a bad idea.
But this thing between us was dangerous. It tore through flesh and bone to sear
my soul.
Then, in the course of one night, she worked her way into my tent and my
sleeping bag...
The question was, could I heal my wounds enough to let her into my heart?
Loving the Wounded Warrior is a sexy
standalone novella, in the Love at Last series.
Originally published in the Rogue Affair
anthology, this edition has been expanded with new material.
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Early Reviews
“Adriana Anders dishes up another sexy commanding virgin
hero that left me hot, bothered, and wanting more! I'll take another, please!”
– Alexis Anne, author of Tease
“Straight to the gut.” – The Book Hammock
“Beautiful and poignant.” – Sunny, Scandalicious Book Reviews
“An emotional read that I just loved.” – Gladys, Goodreads
“Totally enthralled until the very end!” – Pat, Goodreads
“A moving and poignant story of a broken individual looking
for redemption and healing.” – T Rosado,
Goodreads
“Unique and refreshing.” – Michelle, Goodreads
“Sweet love story,
with a generous amount of angst.” – Katherine,
Goodreads
Excerpt
“Stop,” I gasped out, before our mouths connected. To his
credit, the man didn’t hesitate at all. He was out of my space before the
letter p quit resonating.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I just…” I grimaced, waiting for the thrumming in my
chest to subside.
“We don’t have to do anything. You know that.” He made as if
to slide out of his bag, the words rushed, his voice a little too loud. “You
take the tent. I’ll go outside, give you some space.”
It would have been easy to feed him some BS about a
headache, but that wasn’t my way. “Wait.” I set a hand on his arm. “I’m not
used to this.”
“Kissing strangers in tents?” He huffed out an impatient
sound. “Or not kissing them, I guess.”
“No. No, that’s not it.”
“So, you are used
to kissing strangers in tents?” There was a smile in his voice.
A nervous giggle escaped me and I sat up, my head almost
brushing the ceiling of this tiny space. He was so big and this tent was too
small, too tight, too…something. The smells, the sounds, so subtle, but more than any half-drunken,
fully-clothed door bang. “Maybe it’s cause I knew you as a kid, but I…I don’t
think so. I think it’s…” Jesus. I
swallowed and worked hard to catch my breath. “I don’t feel sorry for you,
okay? Just so that’s clear. But there’s this…sadness to you that’s got its
claws in me. I want to fix it. God, I know that sounds fucked up. And it’s not
like me at all. But I want to take it, maybe? Make it better. Smooth it out or
swallow some of it?”
He cleared his throat as if he’d say something, but nothing
came out and, since I was afraid to look at him, I plowed right through.
“You’re not my type, Kurt. My usual M.O.’s more confident asshole than broken
soldier, I guess.”
“Broken Marine,”
he corrected.
“Marine. Right. I didn’t mean to insinuate that there’s anything wrong with— Oh, fuck it, come here.”
“Marine. Right. I didn’t mean to insinuate that there’s anything wrong with— Oh, fuck it, come here.”
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Author Bio
Adriana Anders is the award-winning author of the Blank
Canvas series. Under Her Skin, a Publishers Weekly Best Book of 2017, has been
featured in Bustle, USA Today Happy Ever After, and Book Riot. Today, she
resides with her tall French husband and two small children in the foothills of
the Blue Ridge Mountains, where she writes the gritty, emotional love stories
of her heart.
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