Im not a big believer in romance. Im certainly not the type of woman to get drunk, meet a guy, and run off to Reno to get married.But Dr. Hottie himself, AKA Jack Stratton, changed all that. Too bad it's all a lie.Our relationship is as fake as a bad spray tan. Its all to show up our mutual exes, make them realize how much they miss us. Can I help it if Jack is so ridiculously handsome, simply being near him makes me blush? And when he smiles at meWell, maybe I shouldve nicknamed him Dr. Panty D...

PTSD is a shitty side effect of being a soldier. It's also the reason he pushed me away, to protect me from his fucked-up brain.
Will I see him again? I miss him, yet I want to strangle him at the same time.
He is my broken soldier begging for redemption. Can I save him from his nightmares?
What the actual fuck... I rubbed my finger over my lips as I watched him drive away.
Heat pooled in my belly as I remembered the look in his eyes before he kissed me.
Desire.
Raw, naked ...