Captain Lewis' Broken Dreams (The Brajj .5)

By Jacqueline Patricks

Featuring Captain Lewis, my fans' favorite character from 'Dreams of the Queen'.

"Captain Lewis' Broken Dreams' is a quick, sexy jaunt through a favorite character's perspective on life, love and commitment while adding a touch of foreshadowing for 'Queen'. We also get to meet Lewis' girlfriend for the first time, and revisit Lt. Sam Brown.

This story adds dimension to a strong man's sexiness and inner angst. Captain Lewis is THE guy all of us ladies would love to take home. He's THE guy all the other guys want to be. He's just too busy saving the world to realize it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crazy Bird Publishing
• Release date: Aug 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301280698

Jacqueline Patricks

Functionally insane writer with military and medical experience. "So, I know how to draw blood, patch you up, and hide the evidence," she says with straight face.YOU DON'T READ A JACQUELINE PATRICKS STORY, YOU EXPERIENCE IT!#whatsyourexperienceBe hot shit, subscribe to my exclusive content list: http://eepurl.com/TXJUz

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Captain Lewis’ Broken Dreams

What do you think, Sergeant? Captain Charles Lewis asked quietly into his voice-activated microphone without taking his eyes from the well-lit encampment below.

I think we’re fucked, sir. Lars nodded toward the tents sprawling over a quarter of a mile in diameter. It’s larger than reported.

Looks like intel screwed up again.

Yes, sir. Good thing you decided to scout.

Yeah, he said without enthusiasm. Good thing.

They’d been assessing it for several minutes via night-vision and the goggles cast everything in a sickly green, even the sergeant next to him. But Lewis didn’t need to see Lars to recognize his bulk or his bald scalp hidden beneath his Kevlar helmet.

Lewis shivered. The last of the sun’s warmth had fled the desert, and the longer they laid on their stomachs the more the cold sand leeched his body heat. His mind flashed to Caroline’s warm naked body spooned against him. He could do with a bit of her body heat right now. Focus on the mission, Lewis.

Right. He’d worried the mission was fubared twenty-four hours ago when they failed to convince any of the locals in the nearest village to join them against the suspected terrorists. They admitted to the camp’s existence, even pointing out the direction, but clammed up on the details and refused to fight. None of the villagers ever said terrorist when they spoke of the camp, and he’d considering aborting the mission but decided to at least scout the camp first.

You think any of the intel is spot on? Lewis asked, trusting Lars’ grizzled opinion above all others.

Is it ever, sir?

True. He chewed the inside of his cheek. He needed to decide. Infiltrate and destroy, or abort. The ten other members of their A-team waited at the base of the dune behind them, and the longer they hesitated the worse their odds of success.

Sergeant, this whole thing feels wrong.

Yes, sir.

Armed men walked the perimeter. A few women clustered around one the numerous campfires and appeared to be cooking. All the women were dressed in burkas, and one was stirring a large pot over the fire.

Lars shifted his weight forward on the crest of the dune. Looks damned domestic to me, sir.

Doesn’t mean they’re not terrorists.

Lars paused before he said, No, sir.

Equal opportunity and all, right?

Yes, sir. Lars didn’t sound convinced.

Hesitant, Lewis studied them. The intel was probably correct. Women could be terrorist as well as men. Then the woman stirring the pot knocked something over and the pot fell, spilling its contents into the fire. A large man shouted at her in Arabic saying, ‘Ya Kalb’ and ‘Ya Sharmoota’.

She cowered, covering her head. He grabbed a stick from a pile of firewood and beat her back until she collapsed. Her robe fell back, revealing the manacles chaining her wrists together. He grabbed her, knocking her head covering loose and partially exposing her face and long black braid. She screamed, cursing him and tried to cover her