Ranger's Sacrifice: a Military Romance
Ranger's Sacrifice: a Military Romance
The second in an explosive trilogy!
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Synopsis
Synopsis
Army Rangers Cory Foster and Chase Richards fought for their country. Now they have a new mission. Are they willing to fight for the women they love, even when it’s one of the hardest things they’ve ever done?
Army Rangers Cory Foster and Chase Richards fought for their country. Now they have a new mission. Are they willing to fight for the women they love, even when it’s one of the hardest things they’ve ever done?
Losing control…
Relationships have always been easy-come-easy-go for U.S. Army Ranger Cory Foster. Whether it’s on the battlefield or in the bedroom, Cory is always the one in charge. But sometimes a man just has to give up control, especially when that power is ceded to someone like Maddy Wright.
Emergency room doctor Maddy Wright makes it clear from the beginning she’ll never get involved with a soldier. And yet, when Cory leaves on a dangerous mission, she agrees to wait for him. Can their fragile new relationship withstand this separation? One thing Maddy knows for sure. She sucks at this whole military girlfriend thing. And how in the world will she tell Cory he’s going to be a father?
To love a soldier…
U.S. Army Ranger Chase Richards no longer thinks of Ella Foster as his best friend’s little sister. He knows she’s “The One” for him. The one who brings him joy and makes his life complete. But he also has an unbreakable allegiance to the Ranger team. Is there room in his life to commit to both?
Ella Foster’s past is filled with bad choices and lousy guys. But Chase is so much more, so much better. Does she really deserve such happiness?
With an old enemy and a jealous ex tangled in the mix, the Ranger team starts to unravel. And then the unthinkable happens. Will the lives of these warriors and the women who love them be altered forever?
NOTE: This book is a continuation of Cory and Chase's story from RANGER'S DESTINY. It can be read as a standalone (all major themes are addressed and resolved during the course of the book), but you may enjoy it more if you read RANGER'S DESTINY first.
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💙 Sample Chapter
💙 Sample Chapter
CHASE
Iraq
Sergeant Chase Richards flattened himself against the wall on one side of the door. This Iraqi home was nothing special, but if all went according to plan (and the intel was accurate), they would drag the High-Value Target out in flex cuffs in just minutes—all while the neighbors slept the night away.
Just another day at work.
The familiar taste of adrenaline filled Chase’s mouth with grit and absinth, and he ran his tongue over his teeth.
His fellow Ranger, Sergeant First Class Cory Foster, positioned himself on the other side of the door. He flashed the signal, and Chase nodded. Yeah, baby. I’m locked and loaded.
Cory lifted a boot.
CRAAACK!
The door caved in with one well-placed kick. Chase swung around the frame, his M4 pointing right, left, up, and down as his eyes scanned for potential threats.
He plastered himself against the inner wall as Cory frog-hopped his position. He sensed Brett and Ricky stacked behind him.
Cory waved them on, and the men spread out.
The house was quiet. Too quiet. Sweat trickled down Chase’s face, tracing the edge of his Night-Vision Goggles as he moved further into the house.
He rounded the corner into what passed as a living room in Iraq, his rifle flitting in every direction.
And that’s when he saw them, ghostly-green through his NVGs. Two full-size, and two smaller.
Chase’s spit stuck in his throat, and his rifle jerked in his hand. His mind scrambled to grasp what he was looking at—and when it did, a wave of nausea rolled over him.
He turned his head toward Cory, who was crouched just short of the corner, waiting for Chase’s signal.
Chase held one fist up in the ‘hold’ signal. He swept the room with his M4, taking note of the exit on the other side. For the sake of his men, he was taking every precaution, but his gut was telling him that whoever had done this was long gone.
He edged back toward Cory. With their googles on, it was impossible to see Cory’s eyes, but they’d worked together for so long, he recognized Cory’s what-the-fuck look.
He placed one hand on Cory’s shoulder, pulling him slightly to the right so he had a line of sight into the living room. Chase touched his hand to his googles and tipped his head toward the ceiling.
Beside him, Cory stiffened. “Sonofabitch!” It was barely above a whisper, but Chase heard it loud and clear.
“Whatcha got?” It was their captain’s voice, coming over their headsets.
“Are we clear?” Cory whispered.
Chase nodded, his rifle still trained on the opening on the other side of the room.
“All clear on the upper floor,” Brett said.
“All clear at the rear,” another voice said.
Cory straightened. “Get Intel in here.”
“What the fuck, Foster?” That was the captain again.
Cory and Chase stared at each other. Finally, Cory spoke. “Four dead. Looks like a whole fucking family. Hung like Goddamn deer.”
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