A PLACE CALLED HOME Chapter Eight The ride back to the clinic was quiet. At least, as quiet as a ride in a tactical vehicle could be. Reza’s thoughts were filled with heady, slow images. Fantasies involving a prim and proper doc who’d frozen in the hallway today and...
A PLACE CALLED HOME Chapter Seven Emily had never been so terrified in her life. For the last three hours, she’d watched grown men run around shooting each other with tiny rounds that looked like miniature lipsticks. She felt alive. More alive than she’d ever felt...
A PLACE CALLED HOMECHAPTER 6 “We have to swing by my battalion headquarters before we head out to the training area.” Emily followed Reza out into the bright Fort Hood morning, trying to get used to the weight she now carried in the form of her Interceptor Body Army....
CHAPTER 5 A PLACE CALLED HOME Chapter Five It was quiet. The kind of quiet that felt like a thousand tiny spiders crawling up his spine. The kind of quiet that could only be found in the middle of the night in the heart of the western desert outside of Fallujah. Every...
A PLACE CALLED HOME Chapter Three Reza padded to the front door, the carpet soft beneath his bare feet. Someone was pounding on his door like the damn house was on fire and he felt a strong urge to whip someone’s ass. It had been a shit week as shit weeks went. The...
Chapter Two The text message of doom vibrated on Reza’s phone as he pulled into his company ops parking lot. Reza was wanted in the sergeant major’s office. He did his best to avoid the brigade headquarters. There were too many names memorialized on the walls. Too...
A PLACE CALLED HOME Chapter Four “I think I drank too much last night.” Reza grunted as Teague sank into the chair next to his in the battalion classroom. Reza was testing himself. Seeing how far he could push it and still stay in control. His battle with alcohol was...
Book of the Month: A PLACE CALLED HOME #bookofthemonth #cominghomeseries A PLACE CALLED HOME Prologue Camp Taji, Iraq 2007 Sergeant First Class Reza Iaconelli had seen better days. He closed his eyes, wishing he was anywhere but curled up on the latrine floor in the...
Book of the Month: CARRY ME HOME #bookofthemonth #carrymehome #cominghomeseries CHAPTER THIRTEEN Claire moved toward the coffeepot in the conference room of the lodge like a crack addict looking for a fix. Luckily, no one bothered to intercept her, which was good...
Book of the Month: CARRY ME HOME #bookofthemonth #carrymehome #cominghomeseries CHAPTER TWELVE A whimper tore from her throat. Pleasure surged through his veins, his cock hard and aching. He caressed the sensitive skin of her neck, but he would not give her what she...
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