by Tiffani Lynn
Publication Date: April 4, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
When Judson’s father died suddenly, he dropped out of college and became a Navy SEAL. He left everything from his old life behind, including the girl he loved, but never told—Quincy. After ten years, Judson’s military career ends abruptly when the vehicle he’s in runs over an IED. He has his hands full learning to live with one leg, PTSD and a civilian life he wasn’t ready to return to.
Judson and Quincy are reunited when their mentor dies. Once Quincy realizes the depth of his pain, she knows it’s her turn to be the savior. Years of pent-up passion are unleashed, but it may be too late if Judson can’t crawl out of hell. Quincy has every intention of healing this wounded warrior before his demons are the ones who determine his fate.
“I don’t know if I can do this, Quinn.” His tone is irritated and clipped.
“Do what?” I ask as my heart rate picks up speed again. My stomach knots at the change in his demeanor. I’m praying I didn’t just make more out of us sleeping together than what he meant for it to be. He’s quiet for a very long time.
“Any of this.” His hands pull down on his face like he’s trying to wipe away the memory of what just happened.
I prop up on my elbow and peer down at him. “You didn’t mean for this to happen, did you?”
He looks away, can’t even face me, and my humiliation is instantaneous, rushing over me like water from the showerhead. I’m such an idiot. What the hell was I thinking? If he were interested in me, he would have come after me. I know how that works. I’ve cautioned my girlfriends against this very thing for years. I just chased him down and begged him to sleep with me. I never should’ve listened to the ramblings of a well-intentioned, but misinformed old woman.
My cheeks burn with shame so I turn my body to the side and sit up, facing away from him. I clear my throat and scoot to the edge of the bed, looking around for my clothes. I keep my back to him as I say, “Wow. Okay, that’s all I needed to know. Give me a minute to get dressed and I’ll be out of here.” I wish I could slap the shakiness from my voice. I don’t want him to see the shame I feel at this moment. “I don’t think there’s anything left at the Colonel’s we have to do together, so you won’t have to worry about that being awkward.”
In an instant I’m up and tugging on my jeans and sweatshirt. I grab my purse and pause in the doorway, facing the hall, unable to just walk out.
“I had a good time. It was nice to see you again. Take care of yourself and please keep in touch with Ms. Polly, it means a lot to her.”
He says nothing further so I pull the door closed behind me with shaking hands. I want to slam the damn thing and punch a wall, but I don’t want to be any more open about my feelings than I already have been. There’s a hollow burning in my chest, making it hard for me to breath.
Tiffani currently resides in Florida with her husband, three daughters and chunky yellow lab. She graduated from the University of Maryland with a degree in social science and spent five years working for Hospice. When she’s not writing or taxiing her children around she enjoys reading and attending concerts. Tiffani is also a crazed fan of the Tampa Bay Lightning, Tampa Bay Rays, and the 2016 World Series Champion Chicago Cubs.