Pre-Order – A Matter of War

 

Blurb

Jack was on the last few days of his tour of Iraq when his truck was blown sky high by a missile. He and his two marine buddies survived, barely. Clinging to life, Jack and his buddies are flown home to the US.

Bree is a nurse who accepts a position at the Military hospital where Jack is a patient. Before he even opens his eyes, she realizes they have a special connection.

Greg is an owner of real estate and passionately disagrees with the US Involvement in Iraq.

Liz is a talented musician who hides a dark secret. She is riddled with doubts and fears about her feelings for Greg.

Can Bree help Jack adjust, come to terms with his nightmares or will he succumb to the darkness?

After suffering the horrors of war, Jack knew – coming home was never going to be easy.

Can these four very different people sort out their differences and find happiness?

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Excerpt

The three days Bree had off work flew by. Although worried sick about Liz, she had enjoyed her time alone with Jack. They had made love often, walked around naked and gone out on a ‘date’. The only dark patches in their relationship were his recurring nightmares which happened when he slept, day or night. If she was close by and felt, or witnessed, him becoming unsettled, she was able to gently awaken him and talk about how he was feeling. What he was seeing in his troubled mind. Twice though, she’d had to call on Greg for his help when he’d tried to flee the apartment to escape an insurgent, naked as the day he was born.

Jack’s mind had propelled him back to Iraq where he was caught in the middle of horrific fighting. He’d been unable to help his fellow marines or army soldiers, both men and women, from dropping like flies. He’d said to Bree, he felt helpless watching them being picked off one by one. Once asleep, the images returned to taunt him, the smell of cordite filled his nose, smoke so thick he could taste it.

Tears flooded Bree’s face when he screamed, jumped from the bed and hunkered down in a corner of the bedroom. His eyes glazed over and wild, head whipping from side to side. Watching, fearing the enemy was closer than he’d anticipated. Shouting orders to men and women under his command to get down, stay out of sight. Tears pouring over his cheeks when he lay on the floor over a dead body only he could see. Bree worried the Psychologist he was seeing might not be hearing the full story about Jack’s fears and nightmares. It was difficult for her man to adjust to the sounds and sights of home and she watched as he forced himself to stay calm when a car backfired, an alarm sounded or when a couple fought out in public.

Jack and Greg had shared a few conversations and were developing a rapport. Jack was even going to help him with some painting and maintenance around the apartment block while she was at work. Bree warned him not to overdo things.

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***Can’t You See? – Written Fireside Part 7***

Those of you who have followed this blog from way back will be familiar with Written Fireside. These are stories written as a serial with a new part published each week, by a group of authors taking it in turn to write.

Written Fireside is the brainchild of the fabulous Lori Connelly. This story will eventually be published with all proceeds going to the charity Pets for Vets. This is a US charity dedicated to providing a second chance to shelter dogs by rescuing, training and matching them with American veterans who need a companion pet.

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Noah Hale is an author suffering from PTSD related insomnia, needing peace and sleep. All he wants is to be left alone. A certain little dog has other ideas.

Amanda Bell, a teacher, is grieving the loss of her sister, Rachel. Caring for her sister’s dog is comforting until a new neighbor moves in the other half of her duplex. Suddenly, the dog starts escaping her yard, running off to the man on the other side of the fence.

 

Parts 1-6 are complete and can be found at the links below:

Written Fireside: Schedule:

PART 1 – Tuesday June  23rd – Lori Connelly 

PART 2 – Tuesday June  30th – Elsa Winckler

PART 3 – Tuesday July   7th – Angela Campbell

PART 4 – Tuesday July  14th – Jane Hunt

PART 5 – Tuesday July  21st – Charlotte Phillips

PART 6 – Tuesday July  28th – Mandy Baggot

PART 7 – Tuesday Aug.   4th – Susan Horsnell

PART 8 – Tuesday Aug.  11th – Paty Jager

PART 9 – Tuesday Aug.  18th – Zara Stoneley

PART 10 – Tuesday Aug.  25th – Summerita Rhayne

PART SEVEN:

Noah cradled the mug in his shaking hands. His neighbor watched him carefully. “You’re wondering what I’m going to do next, aren’t you? Stay and talk or tear off back to the sanctity of my own place.” He sighed deeply. What did he have to lose? “Tell me about your sister.”

‘Rachel was two years younger than me but we were more like twins. Joined at the hip. We did almost everything together.” Tears filled her eyes. “I’d refused to go with her the night she had her accident. I was cranky, tired from a bad day. Normally she would have stayed with me but there was a band playing at the club that she loved so, she went alone.’ She quieted, reached for a tissue and wiped her eyes.

‘You don’t have to tell me. It’s obviously painful.’ Noah moved to sit at her feet, Gertie scrambled onto his knees. He lifted her hand into his, a calm washed over him.

Amanda felt at ease with her hand in Noah’s. It gave her the strength to continue. “About two minutes from the club a semi ran a red light and caused a massive pile up. Rachel didn’t stand a chance. When the police came and told me, I felt like I’d lost half of myself. I spiralled into a darkness I hadn’t known existed. I couldn’t sleep, I had nightmares about the accident. I saw everything as though I’d been in the car with her. It played over and over in my mind. My mom couldn’t stand to watch me following my sister to the grave so she arrived one day, forced me into her car and drove me to a therapist. She diagnosed PTSD. That’s why I can recognize it in you.”

The sadness in Amanda’s eyes tore at Noah’s heart. Here was a woman who could understand what he was going through. A woman who wouldn’t pity him, tell him to man up and get over it. He could risk telling her about what had happened without fear of ridicule.

‘Noah, I understand if you don’t want to talk about what happened. I just wanted you to know I’m here if you decide to.’

Gertie licked at their hands. The little mutt switched her look from one to the other.

“I swear this mutt was trying to get us together. I know it sounds stupid but, I think she knew we were both suffering.” Noah said.

‘Maybe dogs are a lot more intuitive than we give them credit for. I know she’s helped me a lot. She gives me a reason to keep going. Rachel loved her so much and I think if I let Gertie down, I’m letting my sister down. As much as she’s been a pain in the ass for the last day or so, she soothes me.’

‘She’s sweet. Any time you’d like her looked after, I’d be happy to have her.’

‘So, what do you do?’

‘I’m an author.’ He paused. ‘I was in the Army.’

‘I thought your place was military tidy.’

‘Yep, hard habit to break.’

‘Where was your tour overseas?’

‘Afghanistan. Almost a year.’ Can I open up to this stranger? Sure, therapy’s good but Amanda understands PTSD so much better. She knows how I feel. The nightmares, reliving the events. Maybe we can help each other. ‘How about you make coffee while I take Gertie out to relieve herself? Then, I’ll tell you my whole sordid story.’

Amanda unwound herself from the chair and padded through to the kitchen while Noah headed for the back porch. Gertie trotted beside him, glancing up every now and again.

‘Feeling smug, huh?’ Noah said to Gertie as he opened the sliding door and stepped into the early morning air.

And, please meet “Gertie”

https://www.petfinder.com/petdetail/32348684/

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