Tag Line:
Angel’s life changed the minute Saint saved her from a
grenade. Now Saint has a second chance to prove he’s the man for her.
Blurb:
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!
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Fun Facts:
The name was changed less than two weeks before publication!
A Saint's Salvation was inspired by my son's tattoo
His tattoo says 'St. Nicholas' – the original name of my
book
A Saint's Salvation took me eight months to write!
The name of A Saint's Salvation was my editor's suggestion
The teasers were made from photos from Afghanistan
The Marine in the teasers is my son
He only gave me permission to use his photo because he loves
me
He only gave me permission if I cut off his head! LOL
Author Bio:
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 grocery shop
in the pantry and to see what might be cooking for dinner.
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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