Fight for Love

By David Manoa

Special Air Services soldier, William Alapate returns home from Afghanistan to discover his Girlfriend, Claudia Coe missing.
With less then 24 hours, he has to decide whether to follow the demands of the captors or risk a rescue attempt.
Time is ticking...

Contains Content for Mature Audiences

• Language: English
• Publisher: David Manoa
• Release date: Aug 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310494819

David Manoa

I am a writer based in Auckland, New Zealand.I write mainly contemporary romance.My interests are Rugby League, Cars, Gaming and Bodybuilding.

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Fight for Love

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David Manoa

Copyright 2015 David Manoa

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William

Baby, I’m coming home… Clutching the faded photo of my beautiful Claudia, I was done fighting the forgotten war. I sat back strapping myself in with the metal clasps. The photo close to chest. I closed my eyes to think of her. The sound of the four turboprop engines whirring and reverberating through my body put me at ease. I looked out window to see the Red deserts of Afghanistan for the last time. Waving goodbye to the blood-drenched dunes and swirling sun blast sand.

I’m coming home to get married.

I hope you say yes.

I love you.

I couldn’t help crack a smile with my head raised to the roof in relief. The tension trickling down to the lower half of my body. I ached inside thinking of her, being away for so long. Everything so pent up. Nine months without her touch and her caressing kisses. I couldn’t wait. I wanted her so badly.

I imagined coming out, of the C-130 Hercules walking down the tail ramp out into the tarmac to see Claudia waiting for me. The Desert petrol vehicles driving out behind me their torrent of dust forming from the fine layer they were coated in. The families all waiting and the soldiers disperse to meet their loved ones. I pictured Claudia wearing her favorite white tunic with her the nice V in the middle. The floral embossed, lace sleeves with the tunic coming down to the middle of her smooth, supple thighs.

Her sun kissed dusty blonde hair, would be shimmering in the light the wind blowing away some of the tendrils of her hair. But her perfume penetrating through would alert me to her presence. She would tiptoe like a ballerina with her cute flat soled shoes, looking for me. Jumping a few times to see over the crowd. I would spot glimpses of her, but I would wait till everyone parted like the red sea. I straightened my uniform, adjusting the sand color beret on my head, I would walk through the middle. Everyone becoming a blur the sound nulled out like the engines on this plane.

And there she is running to me as I walked up to her. She still looks as youthful and stunning the first day I met her. I would drop my bag and sweep her from under her feet and kiss her like there’s no tomorrow. That first kiss would be a combination of breathing her in as our tongues met. Her scent, my god her scent. The fierce need from mine to press against hers, her