Winning author, Lizzy Ford, gives us an emotional, sexy read with her first Sons of War novel, SEMPER MINE.
Marine captain tortured by the death of his men in Iraq returns home and falls
in love with the sister of one of the slain, who blames him for the massacre
that killed her brother. SEMPER MINE, is a standalone novel in the
Sons of War contemporary military romance series.
“A freak accident landed both of the Khavalov
twins under my command, just before a routine mission turned into a nightmare.
I brought home one twin in a coffin and the other in a coma missing his leg. I
did everything right – and still people died. I can’t forget that night or how
many lives it changed, including mine.
It’s natural for their sister, Katya, to blame
me. I made one decision in the middle of a firefight, and it shattered her
sheltered world. I’m the ice to her fire, and when we first meet, it’s not
pretty. I don’t fear war or death, and I am definitely not going to let a
beautiful woman with a quick temper and broken heart scare me off, either. I
know she’s hurting, and I’m determined to make sure she’s okay. It’s the least
I can do for the twins.
I may have failed them that night, but I won’t
fail her. What I’m not counting on: the feelings she ignites within me.” –
Captain Sawyer Mathis
Also in the Sons of War series: SOLDIER MINE, coming fall 2014!
About Lizzy Ford:
Ford is the author of over thirty books written for young adult andadult romance readers, to include the
internationally bestselling “Rhyn Trilogy,” “Witchling Series” and the “War of
Gods” series. Lizzy has focused on keeping her readers happy by producing
brilliant, gritty romances that remind people why true love is a trial worth
enduring. Lizzy’s books can be found on every major ereader library, to
include: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Sony and Smashwords. She lives
in southern Arizona with her husband, three dogs and a cat.
is across the room, hands on hips, watching. Impossible to read as usual,
though one eyebrow is up in either accusation or inquisition. He nods his head
to the side in a silent command for me to join him.
I have no idea
where this guy gets off thinking he can boss me around. It might work
with his men,
but not with me.
I go outside
instead, feeling claustrophobic.
Maybe being here
is a mistake. I want to think it’s for Petr and Mikael – and it is – but
reason I feel compelled to stay. I think there’s a piece of me that needs
this,too, though I’m not sure why, when this is totally not my scene.
Tossing my head
back, I gaze at the late afternoon sky, so blue and beautiful. The forest calms
me, and I shake out my shoulders.
“Is there anyone
here you don’t have a problem with?” Captain Mathis asks from behind
“We’ll find out,
He’s quiet. I
have a feeling he’s not entirely certain what to say in response.
After a minute,
he circles and stops in front of me, reaching for my belt. Not expecting
proximity, I freeze where I’d normally move or push him out of my space. He
of coconuts once more, and I find myself staring at the width of his chest and
the shapely arms and shoulders. His brown eyes are the shade of dark chocolate,
his skin rendered golden by the sun and his hair kept in a neat high-and-tight.
His heated strength is different than that of my brother’s.
I notice his
body, how close he is to me, the way his roped forearm muscles shift with the
movement of the long fingers unsnapping my belt. I’ve never paid any attention
to my brothers like this.
“Grommets on the outside,” he instructs me. He
steps closer to pull the belt out and
twist it before
settling it again at my waist. Snapping it into place, he drops his hands but
remains a little
too close for my comfort.
In a manner of
seconds, I’ve forgotten why I hate him and Brianna. It’s uncanny, as if my
senses overtake conscious thought when he’s around.
old enough to fight his own battles.”
Anger stirs, and
I look up at him. “I know that!”
is calm, always so calm. I wonder what it feels like not to experience
emotions the way
“So you’re just
picking fights today?” he asks.
“None of your
“For this week,
it is,” he says firmly. “We’re a team. If you’re going to be picking fights all
week, I’d like
“Why? So you can
trade me?” I challenge, crossing my arms. Being so close to him is a
intense right now. I step back self-consciously.
“So I can make
sure I have your back, if it elevates,” he responds. “It’s what teams do.
Take care of
Mikael.” I can’t help it. I’m feeling furious with the handsome man before
me once more.
doesn’t even blink. If anything, he seems to grow colder. “Whatever you
think you know
about me, I will have your back, because that’s the way this works.”
It’s not what
I’m expecting to hear. He has a way of either infuriating me or deflating my
anger. The weird
tension stretches between us, the one that manages to replace thought with a
physical awareness of his body.