Happy Valentine’s Day! Whether you celebrate or not, it’s a new day, and I hope it’s a day full of love.
Liberation is being released today, and I have a special excerpt never seen anywhere else. Also, this week, the first in this novella series is free, so be sure to grab that if you haven’t already. It won’t cost you a thing.
Here’s an excerpt of Liberation:
Marianne settled on a chair across from Ben, watching him strum a guitar, his head lowered, eyes closed, lost in the music. Firelight flickered across his downturned face, lips pursed, unmoving. The men sat around the fire, some talking, some listening. Leath wrapped his arms around his wife, and whisked her off to a makeshift dance floor under the stars.
The chords caught in her throat. Her breathing stilled as flames licked across her skin. He lifted his face, met her eyes, and started singing.
She was a goner. Nothing in her life mattered at this moment except this man, this experience. She could stay this way forever, lost in his gaze, under the stars, the flames snapping between them a sign of the undercurrents between them.
She wouldn’t worry about her business. She’d quit it for night after night like this. Ben’s baritone voice quieted her soul, made her realize the battle was worth fighting.
He blinked. Glanced down to rasp more tunes. The soldiers joined in a chorus of love and war and good times to be had. She breathed again, but her throat was heavy, longing for more, longing for forever.
Brooklyn and Leath danced nearby, their shadows like a mystical light of guidance. Love did exist. Despite hardships, catastrophes, heartache and war, love could overcome. If one was willing to fight.
She was willing to fight.
The fire weakened, but the blaze in her heart grew stronger. Mark rose and threw on another log. Ben ended the song and asked if someone else wanted to play.
“Sing another,” Brad urged, and so Ben sang another.
When the song ended, and Ben asked again if someone else wanted to sing, Brooklyn asked for the guitar. “You going to help me again, Leath?” she asked.
All of her worries, regrets, and expectations fled when Leath sat near his wife and wrapped her in his arms, her back facing his chest. She strummed the guitar as Leath fingered chords.
Peace exploded around her. To see her best friend with her husband, the brother she’d held dear, and the other soldiers who seemed so content sitting around the fire and connecting with the music. She couldn’t fathom what they faced overseas, but the stories she’d heard hadn’t been good. The stories of them coming home were even worse.
Brooklyn and Leath’s voices melded together in a song that made Marianne believe in forever love. Her dad had that kind of love with her mom, her grandparents before them. The war might destroy relationships, lives, and hope, but it could never destroy the type of love that brought families back together.
Her eyes burned. The wood snapped, making Ben jump. He met her gaze and wiggled his brows, then stood and approached. “Would you like to dance?”
“Love to,” she breathed.
Her body swayed with his, the chorus of soldiers joining in the song like a sweet, eternal mating call.
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