Title: Heartbreak Warfare
Authors: Heather M. Orgeron & Kate Stewart
Genre: Contemporary Military Romance
Release Date: November 2, 2018
Remember when I said we couldnât speak after parting ways in Germany? It was the day I broke your heart. What you didn't know was that I was breaking mine too.
I thought theyâd be enoughâmy husband and my son. That Iâd get home and everything would go back to the way it was . . .
Before the war.
Before the ambush.
But, no matter how hard I try, I canât erase the trauma we shared. I canât seem to forget the way my heart beat in time with yours.
The truth is Iâm lost without you.
I thought the nightmare was over when they pulled us from that hole in the ground, but nothing could have prepared me for the war Iâd face at home.
I know itâs selfish of me to ask, but, please, I have to see you one last time. . .
All my love,
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âI need you to break my heart,â she declares, wringing her hands nervously. âGive me a reason to hate you, because wanting you this way isâ¦itâs ruining me. Itâs ruining my life.â
She is dead serious.
Lifting her chin, as if ready to take a blow, her turbulent eyes implore mine. âTell me about them. Tell me about all of the women youâve been with since Germany.â
âNo.â I shake my head. âHell no.â
âOh, please, Briggs. How long did you wait? A few days?â She laughs sarcastically. âI bet you didnât even make it a day.â
Sheâs coming out guns blazing, and I can see itâs physically killing her to do it.
âAre we playing the guessing game? Do I get to ask how many times youâve fucked your husband?â
âSure,â she says with a shrug. âWeâll trade. You go first.â
Sheâs bluffing, and Iâm calling her on it.
âDonât do this, Scottie. You donât really want to hear about that.â
âHumor me, Briggs.â Her eyes plead with mine. âI need to hear this.â
âFine. You want the truth?â
Again, she bobs her head.
She stands stock-still as I pace the small room, feeling the blood begin to boil beneath my overheated skin.
I stalk back toward her, stopping inches away. âYou really want to know that there have been so many that Iâve lost count? How theyâre all blondes with blue eyes? But the blue, itâs never right, and their smilesâall wrong.â
She swats at the fresh tears that trail down her cheeks as her lips begin to tremble. Reaching out, she places a hand on my chest, and I know that she must feel the way my heart is pounding against my rib cage, reaching for her. Always reaching for her.
I jerk myself away and brand that touch to memory.
In about forty-five seconds, my heart is going to implode. I start ticking them down.
âYou want me to tell you all about how I have to drink myself stupid, till their faces blur enough that I can pretendâ¦â I pause running a hand down my face. âSo that I can pretend theyâre you? You want to know how fucking miserable I am? How when I slide between their legs, I close my eyes, and itâs your face I see? How Iâm always careful not to kiss them because their lips are all wrong. How every time I finish I want to fucking kill myself, because I canât stand the pain of wanting the one woman I can never have.â
âIs that enough?â Her eyes snap to mine. âHate me yet?â
Face crumbling, she gasps out a sob, wrapping her arms around her shoulders.
âCome on, Scottie. Letâs not kid ourselves. Iâm still the same prick you hated when we met. Nothingâs changed. I think weâve romanticized this situation long enough, donât you?â
Taking another step away from her, I tilt my head. âYouâre a housewife,â I say snidely. âSomeone elseâs wife and Iâm a career soldier. This isnât exactly ideal.â
She flinches visibly, and my heart bottoms out.
I cut my hand through the air. âAt the end of the day, this was nothing but a big mistake. And we never would have happened ifââ
âStop,â she cries out painfully, âstop, Iâm good,â she whispers before rocketing toward the door just as I reach for her, my fingers curling in the space she just left. Handle in hand, she looks back at me with the sweep of her eyes until they meet mine. Thatâs how we started, and itâs only fitting itâs how we should end. For the moment, weâre right back there in the place we created, where we are perfect. Where our souls line up without any visible smudge on the seams. In a place where there is still so much love, so much that I canât stop the tear that slides out before batting it away with the back of my hand.
An identical tear runs down her cheek. âThank you.â
Three. Two. One.
Heather M. Orgeron
Heather M. Orgeron is a Cajun girl with a big heart and a passion for romance. She married her high school sweetheart two months after graduation and her life has been a fairytale ever since. Sheâs the queen of her castle, reigning over five sons and one bossy little princess who has made it her mission in life to steal her Mommaâs throne. When sheâs not writing, you will find her hidden beneath mounds of laundry and piles of dirty dishes or locked in her tower(aka the bathroom) soaking in the tub with a good book. Sheâs always been an avid reader and has recently discovered a love for cultivating romantic stories of her own.
A Texas native, Kate Stewart lives in North Carolina with her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. She pens messy, sexy, angst-filled contemporary romance, as well as romantic comedy and erotic suspense because it's what she loves as a reader.
Kate is a lover of all things '80s and '90s, especially John Hughes films and rap. She dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for necessity, and on occasion, does very well at whiskey.
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