Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Release Day + Review + Teaser: Soldier's Heart by Megan Green

Title: Soldier's Heart
Series: Wounded Lovers
Author: Megan Green
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publish Date: March 29, 2016
Review Source: ARC

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.

  This is one of those stories that will make you take a moment to stop and think about what those who risk their lives daily to protect us and our freedoms.

Overall, this is a good book that is really all about learning to live, trust, and love.  It doesn't get much better than that..  The day to day sights, fears, and losses are a reality for them that we as civilians will never be able comprehend.  Thank you for giving all you have to us.

Now, with that being said, let's focus on the book here.  For me, this is a story that does put some of what our soldiers deal with into perspective, as well as, the loss, that the loved ones left behind face as well.  But, now this book even though it covers some very hard issues, it is overall a sweet love story.  They way that animals have a way of touching our hearts by knowing just what we need and when, is a gift that is unexplainable, and Megan Green does a wonderful job of showing this in her story.  She also does a good job of showing the personalities of her support characters so that she gives us depth and background into the book.  This was a fun read that allows you just to enjoy the overall story and let it take you away for a bit.

I hope you enjoy your time with Emma, Isaiah, and the pups of Keen Komrades.  They are a group you really do want to take the time to meet.

“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.



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.

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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