There are wounds that never show on the body. For twenty-nine years, Colbie Bennington does as expected with an eternal smile stained on her lips. The biggest chances she’s ever taken can be counted on one hand, three fingers to be exact—her battered red chucks, painting her toenails a vibrant blue, and her wedding dress. Always the dutiful daughter and a Stepford fiancée, she has never acted on impulse, never been in love. She’s never lived. On her wedding day, Colbie ends a toxic relationship, drops the fake smile, and says, “I can’t do this anymore.” Navy SEAL Zander Serrano returns home broken and burdened with a volcano of remorse. Too trapped in a mental war to be at peace and too damaged to be at war, he shuts the world out. The last thing he expects is to feel, especially for a runaway bride with her own baggage. Two empty hearts marred in different spots find themselves drawn to one another. Each with their own scars. Some, the world can see. Others, unseen to the naked eye. They say two broken people should not be together. But for Colbie and Zander, their attraction is undeniable, unexpected. Can two souls with fractured parts be the best cure for each other’s wounds? Starting over is never easy, but sometimes in life, everyone needs somewhere to begin.
“You saved my life,” she whispered, still able to feel his strength as he whisked her away to safety. She had been fleetingly aware of the bloody taste in her mouth, the hot summer rain splattering against her face. Her body slumped against him, her head on his shoulder, her arms tight around his neck. One minute trapped in a steel prison—seatbelt biting into her chest, her torso and head smashed against the airbag—the runaway bride with the tragic ending. And then she had seen his face and knew everything would be okay. He had picked her up and made her feel safe. She looked at his hands clutched together, remembering how gentle they’d been. He squeezed them tight. Corded muscles bunched. “I did nothing special.” A shadow rolled over his expression. Through heavy lidded lashes, she surveyed him. A scar bisected his left brow, giving him an edgy look. He was tall, north of six foot, big with Atlas shoulders, and a tough, impenetrable exterior. She peered at the rubber-edged dog tag hanging around his neck. Military. She should have guessed. Everything about him screamed tough guy who didn’t do soft and gentle. And yet, she had a feeling he’d done exactly for her.
Author Mika Jolie lives in New Jersey with her happy Chaos—her husband and their energizer bunnies. She loves to write about life experiences and matters of the heart. Let’s face it, people are complicated and love can be messy. When she’s not weaving life and romance into evocative tales, you can find her on a hiking adventure, apple picking, or whatever her three men can conjure up. She loves to hear from readers. Connect with her on Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads and Amazon, or drop her an email.