Jessica Scott
After the War
5/5/2015
A terrible loss…
Captain Sarah Anders lost her husband to the Iraq war and has nearly lost the career she loves. Sent to Fort Hood, she only wants to do her job and take care of the daughter she’s raising on her own. She never counted on running straight into a memory she’d tried to forget.
A love he never forgot...
Captain Sean Nichols never got over Sarah. He simply tried to forget her amidst the war and the chaos of combat. But when she’s assigned to investigate his unit, he comes face to face with the woman no war or any amount of time could make him forget.
A dark secret…
As Sarah gets closer to the truth, Sean must accept that actions he took during the war may end the tentative love building between them. And even if Sarah can forgive him, Sean may never be able to forgive himself.
“What were you thinking about?”
Once, it had been a game between them, a sensual game that
stimulated her body and her mind. Now, it was a connection. A touch, a caress.
A way to be with him despite the distance and the darkness between them.
“You,” she whispered. “You’d been gone for weeks.” An ache
bloomed in her belly, spreading like slow fire through her veins. “I wanted you
to touch me.” She slipped her hand beneath her tank top, her own fingers
familiar and foreign against her skin. Her stomach clenched even as her nipples
pearled into tight buds and she imagined his tongue on her flesh, tasting her,
stroking her pleasure. She heard his breath in the phone and imagined his lips
on her ear. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers beneath the waist of her
sleep pants. The wickedness of what she was doing pulsed through her body,
inciting the arousal to fevered levels. A need that demanded satisfaction only
his touch would provide.
There had been sensual heat in his question and she imagined
him lying with her, the rough strength of his body scraping against hers even
as his lips trailed wet and hot down her belly to her core with that relentless
ache.
“Where? Where did you want me to touch you, Sarah?”
“My neck. Like you did the other day.” Arousal, slick and
hot. “I used to like it when you licked me there.”
“When I scraped my teeth over your pulse.”
She closed her eyes, letting her imagination take over. Her
skin ached where his teeth had been. She traced her fingers over the spot,
imagining they were his. “Yes.”
“I’d lick your neck,” he whispered roughly. “I’d kiss that
space between your shoulder and your throat. Nibble on you there.”
Her breath stopped. “What else?”
“What else do you want me to do?”
“My back.” Her words were thick, the ache between her thighs
demanding. Potent and powerful. “I’d want you to kiss my back.”
“You were always sensitive there,” he said. “What are you
doing right now?”
“Lying in bed,” she murmured. “Imagining you’re here.”
USA Today Bestselling author Jessica Scott is a career army officer, mother of two daughters, three cats and three dogs, wife to a career NCO and wrangler of all things stuffed and fluffy. She is a terrible cook and even worse housekeeper, but she's a pretty good shot with her assigned weapon and someone liked some of the stuff she wrote. Somehow, her children are pretty well adjusted and her husband still loves her, despite burned water and a messy house.
She's also written for the New York Times At War Blog, PBS Point of View Regarding War, and IAVA. She deployed to Iraq in 2009 as part of OIF/New Dawn and has had the honor of serving as a company commander at Fort Hood, Texas twice. She's pursuing a graduate degree in Sociology in her spare time and most recently, she's been featured as one of Esquire Magazine's Americans of the Year for 2012.
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