The fairies are very, very happy to announce the release of this book!!!
A LOVER'S LAMENT is truly one of the best reads for 2015!
In a matter of seconds my entire world changed, and it was in that moment that I stopped living and simply began to exist.
In my grief, I sent a letter to the first boy I ever loved. I hoped in writing it I’d find some peace from the nightmare I was living, some solace in my anger.
I didn’t expect him to write back. I wasn’t prepared for his words, and I certainly wasn’t ready for the impact this soldier would have on my life. A deep-rooted hate transformed into friendship, and then molded into a love like I’d never known before.
Sergeant Devin Ulysses Clay did what I couldn’t: he put the shattered pieces of my heart back together, restoring my faith in humanity and teaching me how to live again.
But now that I’m whole, I have a decision to make. Do I return to my life as I knew it and the fiancé I left behind, or do I walk away from it all for the only man to ever break my heart?
I’ve been living in hell, but you won’t hear me complain.
These men depend on me, as I do them, and this brotherhood is the only family I’ve ever known.
The Army saved me from a callous mother and a life on the wrong side of the tracks that was quickly spiraling out of control. So unlike most of the men in my platoon, going home wasn’t something I longed for.
I was content overseas, spending my days defending this country that gave me my life back. Fighting became my new normal … until her.
A letter from Katie Devora—a letter that I almost didn’t open. Her words put a fire back inside of me that I didn’t know I’d lost. She gave me hope during a time when I was fighting every day just to stay alive, and now it’s time I fight for her.
This book left me all cried out (the ugly kind of cry) and and seven shades emotional.
THIS IS DEFINITELY ONE OF THE BEST READS OF MY 2015. I knew from the start that this was going to be special and it doesn't disappoint. It exceeded all of my expectations. One person asked me 4 years ago about how I could get attached to characters. I answered him, "I just do." Now I'm changing my answer. I get attached to characters when they touch my heart and soul. I can't explain how though. I just know when it does. THIS BOOK PERFECTLY EXECUTES THAT. I felt what they felt in the book, I cried when they were crying. I was so happy for them when they were also happy. This book is a spectacular example of why I love reading. It is why I continue looking for new books. It's worth every emotion. I love it. I LOVE IT!!!
I salute all soldiers, active or not. Most especially, I salute the people who wait for them. The people who puts them back together again when everything else falls.
Alright so I guess I should tell you a little bit about the book, eh?
Let's get on with that.
Whoever said love is sweeter the second time around, clearly haven't met this power couple.
Katie and Devin sure had a second chance. They took it with all they had, grasped it tight and never intended to let go again. That kind of second chance isn't sweet... It's fierce, it's lovely, it's bone-deep and it's something out of this world.
You see, they were once THAT couple. They were best friends, then that friendship grew into something more. Everyone saw it. However, one sad thing happened and they lost touch. Their relationship? Poof, gone. Just like that. So you'd understand if Katie bore a grudge on Devin. It was inevitable. After all, she was left with no answers. Then one day... an opportunity presented itself to the two of them. They got that second chance that not everyone gets.
There's just one complication. Devin is now if the military, so they have to endure not only the hardship that is long distance relationship, but also the danger that comes with Devin's job. If you ask me, the message of this part of the book is so strong it will knock you off your feet.
What truly happens when your loved one is in a far away place, getting ready to fight at all times? How do you take it?
I think we already know that it's never going to be easy. Katie didn't take it lightly. She gets paranoid about Devin. You have to look forward to how she'd be able to beat her demons. In this book, she shows just how strong she could be. She could be an inspiration to many.
The bigger question is...How does he feel during that time?
Devin sure gives us an insight to that. He shows us a glimpse of the military life. His emotions, his thoughts.. You'll see and feel them all while reading this book. You'll feel happy, sad, frustrated and so damn passionate with him. He's a brave man with a purpose. Katie's return to his life is one push that will make him do his best, to keep fighting so that he could come home.
Read this and you'll see how they beat the odds. I won't write a really long review about what happened because I want you all to experience it.
Katie and Devin... They aren't your everyday romance couple. They're built to last.
Thank you... Just.. Thank you authors.
You got yourself a crying fangirl here.
I'm crying frakkin rainbow tears if tears are gauged by how happy the person is.
5 FAIRY WINGS!!!
I wake before the sun has checked in for the day and scan the tent, noting my men still sleeping heavily. My morning ritual, at least the days I have time to do it, requires a bit of privacy, and I make certain I have it before I begin. Most of these clowns will just jerk it from their cots in the middle of the night with the rest of us passed out around them. There’s always been something odd about that to me. On a regular basis, I've woken up to the sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping skin, and it pisses me the fuck off. If I’m not dog-tired, they’ll get a boot heaved in their direction, aimed straight for the dick and with the express purpose of putting them out of business for a while.
No, jackin’ the beanstalk in public isn’t for me. Unfortunately, that leaves only one other place to do it—the Drop Zone. Porta-shitters, as we like to call them, sit for weeks without being emptied and capture every bit of the sun’s heat. It’s like a fucking greenhouse in there, and one breath in that motherfucker while beating off and your dick is in full retreat.
So there’s a trick to doing this just right; you have to prep him first. You get him up and going, and then you quickly finish in the shitter. For most of these guys, the bikini-clad chicks above their cots or the porno mags stashed in their bags are a necessity for a proper jerk-off, but I'm an imaginative guy. I close my eyes and my mind becomes like a time machine of fuck. Marilyn Monroe in Some Like it Hot ... bam! … cum everywhere. Farrah Fawcett in her iconic red swimsuit bent over the counter ... set the time machine and go.
This time my mind goes for none other than Jackie O. She’s spread-eagle, with my tongue lightly flicking her throbbing clit while she's begging for my dick. And, of course, I’m making her call me Mr. President. I laugh at the last thought but notice it's at least gotten the job started. Since my dick is half-mast and ticking its way to full form, I slink my way to the tent’s entrance.
Stepping out, I’m met by the sun creeping softly over the tops of the barriers, and I hurry toward the porta-shitters, positioned just past the Humvees in front of the eastern wall. This two-hundred-yard walk is the most important part of the process. You have to walk with speed but not urgency, in hopes that you don't attract attention from the few others also awake—all while the imagined porn still reels in your head.
I manage to make it into the shitter undetected and quickly go to work on my shaft while my left hand pinches my nose like a vise and my eyes squeeze tightly shut. Only this time it isn’t someone famous that I picture. It’s Katie.
Even as early as it is, the Drop Zone is like a sauna, and beads of sweat collect on my forehead. I try desperately to hold in my breath as the seconds tick down. Just as my lungs begin to demand air and my body stiffens, I toss my head back with a stifled groan. My body recovers from its high much quicker in this setting, but at least the job is done. Two weeks of combat stress gone, just like that.
K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis, MO. She is entertained daily by her extraordinary husband, who will forever inspire every good quality she writes in a man. Her entire life rests in the palms of six dirty little hands, and when the day is over and those pint-sized cherubs have been washed and tucked into bed, you can find her typing away furiously on her computer. She has a love for alpha-males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy endings…and not particularly in that order.
Taylor Urruela was an infantryman in the US Army from August 2004 until February 2011. At the end of a year long tour in Baghdad, IQ, his vehicle was hit by two roadside bombs, which took his right leg below the knee and the life of his commander. He was awarded the Purple Heart for his wounds, an Army Commendation Medal and Combat Infantryman’s Badge. He medically retired from the Army in 2011 and moved to Tampa, FL where he currently works as a Director and Brand Ambassador of VETSports, a veteran community sports nonprofit he co-founded in 2012. He also conducts speaking engagements and he’s a personal trainer for Tampa Sports Academy.