Several ideas flitted through my mind. I toyed with a few, but none felt right. So I resigned myself to skipping the series. Then one night in bed as I was in that fluttering, fragile state between wakefulness and sleep, a man rolled into our bedroom on a Harley.
Well, mentally, anyhow.
Since I was tired and eager for sleep, I snuggled up against Calvin’s back and closed my eyes. The man roared into our bedroom again. Only this time he got off his bike and adjusted his stance to accommodate his prosthesis. This commanded my attention, especially since I somehow knew he’d lost part of his leg in Iraq from an IED explosion.
He took off his helmet and sat on the edge of our bed. Tormented hazel eyes regarded me. “I need you to tell my story.”
“My name's Win, short for Sherwin, and I’m an ex-Marine suffering from PTSD. The hounds of depression are nipping at my heels day and night. My momma always said the best way to get over depression was to help others worse off than you. So I want to open a ranch for amputee children.”
I sat up against the headboard, stuffed pillows behind me and smiled. A hero in war and at home. How nice. “Go on,” I encouraged.
A slow hesitant smile spread. “I just met this girl. You see, she’s got these violet eyes…”
I hope you’ll want to read Win’s story, Those Violet Eyes. Release date is June 27th.
Evie Caldwell hoards every penny for her escape from the servitude life created by a worthless brother and the endless work on a ranch that will never be hers. The last thing she wants is a muscled man with a macho Marine attitude complicating her life. But, oh, how that man can make her insides do a twitchy thing.
But now that he knows what he wants, can Win convince Evie to stay in Texas—and his bed?