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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“Don’t let him touch you tonight. You’re mine and I don’t share…” After I’m finally free from my cheating ex-husband, I am not looking for another failed forever.
Nope, I’m a footloose and fancy-free kind of woman.
That is until I meet Jason Hawk. I’m immediately drawn to the wounded military man, but he thinks he’s too damaged for me. He’s spent the last two years believing he’d regain his sight. But when he discovers there’s no cure for his blindness, he’s ready to walk away to give me my freedom. I’m ready for something else.
For the first time in a long time, I want to give something–someone–my all.
I just hope I’m enough. The Whiskey Wounded Heroes series is about a group of wounded ex-mercenaries. They each have their own battles they’re fighting but with the love of a woman, they no longer have to do it alone. Dark obsession is a wounded hero, Curvy divorcee, later in life, possessive, all the feels, small town romance. Each book in the series can be read as a standalone.
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CHAPTER 1
JASON
I’m completely on edge, and I hate this feeling. I was once the most confident man in the room, but I hate what I’ve become. My hands are fisting at my sides. I clench, feeling my nails digging into the skin of my palm and enjoying the pain of it for just a brief second, and then I unclench. I do it over and over until I have to force myself to stop. I never know if someone is looking at me, but it feels like I’m always under a microscope. That’s why every step I make is slow and calculated. I’m never spontaneous anymore, no sudden movements, and now every time I go out, it is planned and thought out before I even walk out my door.
“Relax, it’s a haircut,” Davis says. It’s probably the tenth time he’s tried to calm me since he and his fiancée, Abby, picked me up at my apartment. “It’s past time. Nobody would believe by looking at us that we were once part of Walker’s elite mercenary team.”
I run my hand through my hair, and it does feel longer than I ever remember it being. I know from hearing the guys at the compound talk that Davis needs a haircut too. I think after the guys gave him crap this week, he gave in and decided it was time to trim his hair. I wouldn’t mind keeping mine. I can give two shits what names the guys call me, but I really don’t have to worry about it. You’re a real asshole if you make fun of the blind guy, so they don’t give me too much shit.
I suck in a breath. Blind. It’s been two years, and I swear I’ve almost forgotten what the sunrise looks like. My mind plays tricks with me, and when I dream, I dream of everything—the good, the bad, and the things that I would give anything to forget. But as soon as I wake up, I realize that my life is worse than the nightmare I had the night before because once where there was light, all there is now is darkness.
“Shit… I mean shoot. I got it. It’s just a haircut.”
I feel Abby’s soft elbow hit me in the side before she threads her arm in mine. I know she’s doing it to help me avoid knocking into something. If it was one of the guys, I’d probably run my mouth, but there’s no way I’d risk hurting her feelings, so I zip my lips.
Abby giggles. “You’re lucky Alexis isn’t here today. She’d have you putting money in her swear jar.”
Davis chuckles. “I swear the girl is going to be able to buy that new bike she wants by the end of the month if she keeps it up.”
“You mean if you keep it up. You’re the one with the potty mouth who can’t stop swearing,” Abby admonishes him.
I walk down the sidewalk listening to Davis and Abby go back and forth. I have my mobility cane in one hand and Abby with her arm threaded through my other. I don’t have to see Davis’ face to know he doesn’t like it. He’s protective of Abby, and I can’t say I blame him. I don’t have to see her to know she’s something special.
“This is ridiculous,” I mutter, expressing my opinion again.
Abby lets me go, and Davis grips my elbow. “Come on, dude. We are past time to get our hair cut. Walker told us both that we needed to tighten this up.”
Abby’s voice sounds in front of me. “I’m not going to lie. I’m going to miss the long hair.”