A Saint's Salvation
by Beverly Ovalle
Corporal Nicholas 'Saint'
Santiago needs to go home to reclaim the man he used to be. To be the man he
was before Operation Enduring Freedom slowly hardened his heart. He needs to
reconnect to the values and the reasons he is doing what he does. Saint also
needs to try to forget the courageous woman he knows was meant to be his.
Petty Officer Angelina
Jones' life changed the moment Saint saved her life. She survived the blast but
now has to deal with the fact that she will never be whole. Knowing Saint
received a 'Dear John' letter, Angelina has no intention of being his rebound
romance. She needs to be loved for herself. She needs to forget about the one
man she knows was meant to be hers.
They each try to find
someone to help them forget.
But what does fate have
planned for them?
~Excerpt~
A shout from Hamilton
brought him back to the here and now. “Hey, Saint, do you see any trouble
coming?” On guard at the west wall, Nick shook his head. Not that it was much
of a wall, a couple of sandbags holding up a makeshift bullet riddled wooden
fence, an illusion of safety and security.
“No, it all looks
clear.” Well, as clear as normal, Nick thought. The Seabees and the Army Corp
of Engineers had done their best to give them a clear line of site, but the
rubble of buildings and piles of rock where there used to be a town never
seemed to go away. Rebels constantly hid there, randomly firing at their FOB, a
forward operating base in Helmand Provence, making it almost impossible to
build a more secure perimeter.
Nick could see kids
playing in the dirt. In the distance the locals were harvesting the poppy
fields. Some of the largest poppy fields in the world were right outside the
walls of the FOB. Beautiful when in bloom, they were more pervasive and did
more damage than the terrorists.
“Anymore threats?”
“When aren’t there
threats?” Every damn day there were threats. “Why, is there a problem?”
“The brass is making
noise. When they do something stupid, we end up paying for it.” Hamilton
sounded disgusted. As Hamilton spoke, shots were fired over and through the
fence, adding more holes to the dilapidated barrier. Nick and Hamilton hit the
ground, rolling toward the sandbags to return fire through the cracks. “See
what I mean?”
“Yeah it’s been a while
since they shot at us, at least a couple of days.” Nick’s sarcasm caused
Hamilton to laugh.
“Probably someone is
coming to pick up something from the poppy fields and they want to keep us from
seeing who.” Hamilton glanced at him. “You doing okay?”
“Gettin’ there. It was
just a shock, ya know?”
“Yeah, damn women. The
least they could do is be faithful while we’re out here fighting.”
“Yeah, it sucks. I just
can’t help thinking it’s my fault.”
“Fuck. How the hell
could it be? You weren’t even there. The bitch knew you were gone, were going
to be gone.” They fired shots, aiming at the muzzle flash in the distance. More
Marines headed their way, sprinting from cover to cover. Perez came running,
bringing out ammo and providing more fire power.
Another crack and Perez
went down with a cry.
“Fuck! Medic! Man down!”
The cry went out, passed through until the call went to the corpsman, while
Nick tried to stem the blood flow. Hands pushed his away. Nick looked up. Petty
Officer Jones, better known as Doc, had bandages ready.
“Help me roll this on until
we can get him out of here.” Her voice sent a ripple through him. Nick had
always ignored the attraction he had felt for her. He’d had his girl back home,
and fraternization out here could get him thrown in the brig. Not to mention
the brig out here was a hell hole.
Nick was leery about
approaching Doc now. The Dear John letter had been a shock. He had known Leila
for years. Hell, they had been friends since they were little. Her betrayal was
unexpected. Nick didn’t even really know Doc. He could trust her with his life,
but he wasn’t ready for another go around with his heart, no matter the
attraction he felt.
Nick looked toward the
fence line, rifle at the ready. Shots were firing sporadically around him.
That’s when he saw it, the trail from a grenade launcher, unmistakable. Shit!
~Book Trailer~
~About the Author~
Beverly Ovalle lives in
Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 24 years and two Chinese Water Dragons.
Having her own Dragons is expected as she is dragon crazy and anyone that walks
in her house can tell. Her son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the
Marines. Her daughter Susannah visits to the ‘old’ people.
Beverly has traveled
around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the
government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her
brothers have travelled most of the continental United States as children due
to the station wagon from Hell. Still active with veterans, she is adjutant for
her local AMVETS.
Beverly has been reading
romances since her Aunt introduced her to the gothic romance in the fourth
grade and is still reading every chance she gets.
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This sounds amazing. The cover is yummy.
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