Kruze Sinclair… Former Navy SEAL. Middle son. Loser… Kruze is broken, forever wallowing between the death he can never forget and the words of his famous mother to: ‘Live passionately.’ But at the end of each mission, after too much Macallan single malt and a butt load of sloppy tears, Juliana is still gone, and Kruze is left hollow and hurting. Can people actually die of a broken heart? Hell, yeah. He’s been dying for years. Brianna Banks... Single mother. Audacious journalist. Survivor… Why of all the special operators in the entire world did it have to be Kruze Sinclair rescuing her from a band of cruel rebels in the Eastern Anatolia Region of Turkey? Why him? Why not someone kinder? Someone gentler? He doesn’t even recognize her. Why would he? A lot has happened since he ran out on her three years ago. She’s not the same, foolish woman. And yet… He deserves to know, doesn’t he?
Author
Growing up in the countryside of Wisconsin, I always wanted to be a writer. I've dabbled in poetry, short stories, and more daydreaming than most. Way back when, I remember long Sunday afternoon drives with my parents where they'd tell us eight kids to, 'Look out the window and see something!' I've been looking out the window ever since . . . In the great Northwest pines, I saw a woman who had nowhere to run find refuge in the arms of a tender warrior seeking his own road to healing. In the hills of Wyoming, I saw a broken man who thought he'd lost everything rediscover the man he was in the eyes of a pretty girl. And in the Dairy State, (yes Wisconsin), I saw two people fall in love and overcome horrific obstacles on their way to happily-ever-after. Life is short. Pick up a good book. Read. Write. Enjoy. Look out the window and see something!
