From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nicole Blanchard comes a second chance military romantic suspense!
One night with a hero.
It was only supposed to be a fling with my brother’s best friend. The same man I’ve loved since he gave me my first kiss. I knew he was about to leave for a year, but I couldn’t let him go without showing him how I felt.
One lie that could tear us apart.
Our paths crossed again, but we’re both different people. I should have told him the truth, but I couldn’t. Not when he ignored every message I ever sent. He’s no longer the man I once knew. He’s warring with his own demons, against silence threatening to swallow him, and I know if he ever learns the truth, he will never forgive me.
One love that will have to save us.
When all I hold dear is threatened, I have only one way to repair the damage. I have to trust the man I lied to. The man I never got the chance to make a life with. The only man who could save what we created together.
Warrior takes place in the First to Fight series, but may be read as a standalone.
Sweat slicks our skin together, but I can’t seem to find the energy to move. I’m drunk on the scent of him. Of us. Aftershocks dance along my spine causing me to shiver against him. We fell into Ben’s hotel room at some point, several hours ago, in a tangle of arms and tongues and moans. Our relentless exploration of each other frenzied with hurry like we cannot get enough, while lazy and reverent at the same time, like we never want it to end.
His hands tighten against me and he groans. “Don’t move for a second.”
I look down at him. “Why? Got a cramp?”
“No, you feel so good and considering that I’m going to be surrounded by a bunch of dudes for the next year, I want to remember this feeling.”
My mouth drops open and I slap his shoulder. “You are such an ass.”
He smiles and I feel his cock harden inside of me. My eyes widen in response, and I let out a soft groan. “I fuckin’ love it when you get feisty. Must be the red hair.”
He moves below me and all of the sensitive nerve endings he’d stoked to life send ripples of pleasure throughout me. “It’s not the hair, it’s because you can be a jackass and unlike the other bimbos in your life, I’m not afraid to tell you.”
“No,” he says, “I don’t think that’s it. You just like arguing.”
He angles his hips and hits a spot that has lights playing behind my closed lids. As the muscles in my stomach tighten, I try to focus. “I do not.”
“Don’t worry, Spitfire. I like it when you argue with me. You turn pink in some of my favorite places. If you come for me again, I’ll show you where they are.”
“I do not!” I try to protest but it’s pretty useless because I can’t stop smiling.
“Mmm-hmm.” He slips a hand between us and my head drops back. “We can move over by the mirror, I’ll set you up in front of it and make you watch while I show you. How does that sound?”
My body thinks that sounds like the best idea ever and within seconds, I come with a muffled scream.
“I think you like arguing with me, too,” he whispers in my ear.
Brother’s Best Friend, Secret Baby, One Night Stand, Second Chance, Protector Hero, Romantic Suspense, Small Town
Graphic Violence / Sex, Pregnancy, Description of birth defects, Birth, Character with PTSD, War