Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Soldiers Heart Release Blitz

Title: Soldier’s Heart (Wounded Love #2)

Author: Megan Green

Release Date: March 29, 2016

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Isaiah Wright is broken. So broken he's positive he'll never be fixed again. Surviving every soldier's worst nightmare is enough for him to want nothing more than to give into the blackness that plagues him.

Emma Nicholls knows pain. Four years after the devastating loss of her fiancé, she's set up her own business providing service dogs to veterans in an attempt to put her own life back together.

Circumstance brings Isaiah into her life, but neither are prepared for the fire that burns between them. It's immediate, one broken soul finding solace in another, but it's also... terrifying.

His soldier's heart is surrounded by walls ten feet high. But maybe, just maybe, Emma and her brood of trainee service dogs can break through and be the light he so desperately needs.

The feels.  That is what I would use as a perfect description of this book.  The feels.  What exactly does that mean?  It means that no matter where you are in this book you will feel some emotion. That to me is the perfect formula to a great book.  If you don't fall in love with Isaiah and Emma you may just need to leave the romance genre because this is the perfect example of a great formula to a great book.

Typically I am not one to start a series in the middle, however, I was not away that this was a second in a series. That being said I was not aware that it was a 2nd book until I was about a quarter of the way through.  I was too invested in the book at that point to even want to stop and read the first one and then turn around and go back to this one.  

I love the way that Emma and Isaiah form a relationship.  They meet in the not so typical of ways.  Isaiah is dealing with some major PTSD after being in the Army.  He is having a rough time and his therapist thinks that him going to work with some service dogs will help him deal with his demons.  Emma is the owner of the rescue dogs and trains them after trying to find her way with dealing with the death of her fiance after he was killed in action.  Isaiah is a bit off putting to say the least and sees this a just a way to appease his therapist.  What he didn't expect was to fall in love with Emma along the way.

Like I said I love the character development.  You actually want to see where this is going to go and fall in love along the way with Isaiah and Emma.  Life is not easy for either one of them, but that is what makes a great book.  We want the mystery, the skip in heartbeat and emotions as we read.  Emma is not your typical character that allows people to walk all over her.  She is not weak.  Isaiah is not the strong male character that you expect.  He is broken and the pieces are not put together fast.  it is like he needs a reason to live.  Again- the feels!!

“Just through here,” I say confidently.

“Are you sure, Wright? I have a bad feeling about this place. Something doesn’t feel right.”

“Trust me. We’ve been watching this area for weeks. The men we’re looking for are on the other side of this wall.”

My men line up, preparing to enter the room.

I lift my hand.

On my count.



I kick open the door, falling back as I let my men charge into the room.

Everything happens so fast.

A shout in Arabic.

A gunshot.

A clamor of English.

An explosion.


I jerk from my bed, my arms raising in a defensive position as I take in the room around me. It’s pitch black, the only semblance of light coming from the digital alarm clock glowing in the corner. By its faint light, I’m able to make out my bed. The chair in the corner covered in yesterday’s clothes. My dresser. I’m in my bedroom. I’m home.

I repeat the words over and over to myself, but they do nothing to calm my frayed nerves. My heart races, my breathing ragged. I feel as if I’m going to crawl right out of my skin. I bring my trembling hand to my face, wiping my sweat-soaked brow.

I sit on the edge of my bed, tucking my head between my knees and taking several deep breaths, like my therapist suggested for when these moments occur. And like every other time this has happened, cowering and deep breathing does jack shit. I stomp out of my bedroom, heading for the medicine cabinet in the hall bathroom. I fling open the cabinet door, grabbing for the pills she gave me for when the breathing exercises don’t work. Fuck breathing exercises. I don’t believe for a minute that shit works for anyone.

I swallow two of the pills, not bothering with water, before placing the bottle back on the shelf and swinging the mirrored door shut. I stare at my reflection. I look like shit. My eyes are bloodshot, the dark circles surrounding them deepening every day. The pallor of my normally copper skin is shocking, even to my own eyes. I splash some water on my face, rubbing at my tired, aching eyes.

My thoughts return to my dream. The same one I’ve had every night for the past six months. I hear the voices. The sound of gunfire. I see the flash of the grenade exploding.

“Fuck it,” I mutter, grabbing the pills again and swallowing three more, this time with a small sip of water from the sink. It’s more than Beth wants me to take. But I need some fucking sleep. I need some fucking silence. I need some fucking oblivion.

I stagger out to the couch, feeling the rush of calm already settling over me. I honestly don’t know why I don’t take these damn pills all the time. They’re so much fucking better than the alternative. I collapse on the couch, pulling a blanket around me before allowing the sweet serenity of sleep to take over.

Megan lives in Northern Utah with her handsome hubby, Adam. When not writing, chances are you’ll find her curled up with her Kindle. Besides reading and writing, she loves movies, animals, chocolate, and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line!

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