Subject: K-9 Handler Ty Colson
Mission: Deliver an injured war dog to the woman of his very naughty dreams
Savannah âVanâ Cantrell is the girl Ty Colson could never have. Sheâs also the sister of his best friendâand blames Ty for his death in Afghanistan. The last thing Ty needs is a reunion with Van. Or a reminder of their too-potent chemistry.
Van wants to give her brotherâs dog a loving home, but seeing Ty means facing the anger, the blame and the electric current of sexual energy between them. And while Van trusts him to handle almost anythingâincluding her body against hisâsheâll never trust her heart to a man determined to walk back into the line of fire.
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Dear Reader,
The minute I read an article about Military Working Dogs I knew I had to write a story highlighting these amazing animals and the soldiers who serve beside them. It takes a special kind of person to form that bond with a highly trained K-9.
For Ty Colson, working with dogs has always been easier than dealing with people. Unlike almost everyone else in his life, no dog ever failed him. For Van Cantrell, accepting the dog injured in the same bomb blast that killed her brother is a challenge. But the more difficult obstacle is confronting the complicated man who delivers Kaia...a man she wants to hate but canât help loving.
And while it was easy for me to fall in love with Ty and Van, it was even easier to tumble head over heels for Kaia.
Military Working Dogs dedicate their lives to serving our country just like every other US soldier. But when they can no longer serve that purpose, their journey back to a normal existence and a family who can love and support them is often difficult. However, there are organizations that provide funds and programs to assist in this transition. If youâre interested in learning more please visit missionk9rescue.org/about-mission-k9-rescue.
I hope you enjoy reading Ty, Van and Kaiaâs story! Iâd love to hear from you at kirasinclair.com, or come chat with me on Twitter, @kirasinclair.
Best wishes,
Kira
KIRA SINCLAIR writes emotional, passionate contemporary romances. A double winner of the National Readersâ Choice Award, her first foray into writing fiction was for a high school English assignment. Nothing could dampen her enthusiasm...not even being forced to read the love story aloud to the class. Writing about sexy heroes and strong women has always excited her. She lives with her two beautiful daughters in North Alabama. Kira loves to hear from readers at kirasinclair.com.
For all the men, women and dogs who put their lives on the line every day to protect our country, our freedom and our way of life.
1
THE MOMENT WAS HAZY. Surreal. Nothing about this day should be happening. And yet, it was.
Numbness, desperate numbness, had finally begun to spread through his body thanks to the expensive bottle of whiskey Ty Colson had brought to his best friendâs wake.
Ryan would be pissed at all the somber faces and tears. Theyâd served together, so had talked about what they wanted if the worst actually happened.
Ty always thought it would be him.
It should have been him.
Hell, there wasnât a single soul in his life who would care if he died. At least, not now that Ryan was gone.
But his buddy... Tyâs swimming, unsteady gaze dragged across the crowd of people whoâd forced themselves into Ryanâs parentsâ home. His buddy had so many people who would miss him.
An ache centered in the middle of Tyâs chest. He countered the pain by pouring another shot of liquor into the glass beside him, then slammed it back.
âIs this really how you want to pay your respects to my brother?â
Savannah Cantrellâs smooth, smoky voice slipped down his spine. Another ache, a familiar one, centered much further south, kicked into overdrive.
His gaze dragged from the golden-brown liquid sloshing over the side of his glass, up the perfect black dress that hugged her body, across the pale skin of her face to eyes that were pinched, unhappy and full of judgment.
So what else was new?
Van had hated him for years. No doubt blamed him for Ryanâs death, too.
She wouldnât be wrong. Not really.
âYes, as a matter of fact it is,â Ty said, happy to realize none of his words slurred. A shit-ton of whiskey might be coursing through his veins, but heâd be damned if heâd let anyone realize just how wrecked he was.