Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Sacrifice - Heart of a Wounded Hero |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Hope Ford |
| Language: | English |
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He’s my landlord. He has a fiancé and he’s way out of my league. But then he gets hurt and has no one. Sure, I can stay with him. I can spend 24/7 with him and not let on how I really feel about him. He doesn’t need to know anyway. He’s grieving and trying to recover, And the last thing I want to do is complicate things. But then he confesses his attraction to me and there’s no more holding back. I’m hoping for forever. He’s unsure what his future holds. I’m falling in deep. He thinks I’m playing him. Will this wounded hero let me heal his heart? And if not, how can I let him go? *Sacrifice is the first book in the Heart of a Wounded Hero Series. If you love reading about wounded military heroes, curvy women, and unexpected love in a small town with good friends that keep showing up, then you’ll love Logan and Ella’s story. Each book in the series is a standalone. The Heart of the Wounded Hero series was created to pay tribute to and raise awareness of our wounded heroes. Each of the over eighty authors involved have contributed time, money, and stories to the cause. These love stories are inspiring and uplifting, showing the sacrifice of our veterans but also giving them the happily ever after they deserve. | |
| Books by Author: | Hope Ford |
Chapter 1
Logan
There are a thousand things I wish I could forget. The screams of a man when he gets shot. The smell of burning flesh. The feeling you get when you know you’re in the enemy’s sights, but you can’t do a thing about it but pray you and your team survive it. But probably the biggest thing is when my friend, my best friend, Noah sacrificed his life to save me. I watched it all happen as if in slow motion. He pushed me out of harm’s way and took the brunt of the bomb that went off. Seeing him sacrifice it all is something that plays over and over in my head, and I wish I could forget it.
It, of course. Not him. I don’t ever want to forget him.
He was the best friend a person could have. Noah had my back always and no matter what. He proved that up to the very end. And he told me exactly what I needed to hear, even if I didn’t want to listen.
Man, I wish he was here right now so I could tell him he was right about Harper.
Harper is my fiancée. We’ve been engaged for six months, and the whole time, Logan warned me that she was a tag chaser and wasn’t really interested in me. Well, the last month I’ve been in the hospital proves that.
It’s getting old, looking at the same white ceiling for a month now, but that’s all I can do. I knew the moment they put me on a stretcher that my life would never be the same, and already my theory is proving right. I’ve never been one for lying in bed, but that’s all I seem to be doing. Damn, I can’t wait to get out of this hospital.
I’ve tried not to think about Harper. She knows I’m here, and I’m only one hour away from home, so there’s not really any excuse that she can give for not coming to see me. And then I got the text this morning that she was on her way. Since I read it, I’ve thought of everything I need to say. Being alone is scary, especially this time when death was literally at my door, but I know I need to end it with her. Heck, she’s probably coming to end it with me.
There’s a knock on the door, and I sit up in the bed and try to keep the discomfort off my face. I refuse to complain. I suffered a bad concussion and a severed artery in my arm. By all rights, I should be dead, and if the field doctor hadn’t been ten feet from me when it all happened, I would be six feet under right now. But none of that matters now. I can live with a mangled arm and a headache that won’t seem to go away.
Expecting to see Harper, I let out a sigh when I see my old high school friend, Tommy. He’s come in every day to check on me, and I’m sure a lot of it has to do with the fact that I have no family and no fiancée that shows up. I never knew my mother and father, and I was raised in foster care. Harper was finally going to be the family I’d always wanted.
As soon as Tommy walks in the door, I smile begrudgingly at him. “I told you that you don’t have to keep coming in. I’m fine.”
I grew up with Tommy. He always dreamed of joining the military, but because of a heart defect, he wasn’t able to. It didn’t stop him from serving in his own way, though. He now works in the veterans’ hospital in the counseling department.