Zero Blood: A Special Forces Romance ( Book 1)

By Amy Ford

Zero Blood, Get your New special forces romance today!

Zero Blood, Get your New special forces romance today!

Zero Blood, Get your New special forces romance today!

Zero Blood, Get your New special forces romance today!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amy Ford
• Release date: May 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533709974

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Blood

A Special Forces Romance

By:

Amy Ford

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Copyright © 2016 Amy Ford

Published by: Six Figure Publishing Blueprint

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 1

Stephen McNeil was twenty-nine years old, with short brown hair and light brown eyes. He looked down at the leg that had kept him from serving the way he wanted to for his country, just as his father and his brothers had. He thought about the day that he had injured his leg and knew that serving in the military was over for him.

Stephen knew it wasn't for nothing; knew that he had done it to save his best friend’s life. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the office chair that he was now used to. As his eyelids lowered, everything came back to him.

Stephen remembered picking up his best friend, Kevin, and throwing him over his shoulder. If he hadn't picked him up when he did, Kevin would have been dead. He would have seen his friend get killed right in front of him.

Stephen could still hear the landmines detonating all around him and the incessant background noise of friendly and hostile gunfire. He still had the scar where the bullet had grazed his ear.  The stinging, burning sensation made his face contort in vivid memory, as if it had just happened that very day. Stephen could just hear Kevin hollering at him to run faster and faster, and just as he saw his men in front of him, he fell to the ground.

Stephen remembered falling to the ground and feeling a bullet go through his leg. He cried out in pain as he felt it lodge into his flesh, burning right through to bone like vicious brand. Writhing in agony, Stephen had dropped Kevin and it had been a close call, but before he blacked out, he had glimpsed his men turning back for them, coming to rescue them. He knew that they were safe, knew that everything was going to be okay and even when he got out of recovery he had a smile on his face. A big one, knowing that Kevin was alright and that he would be too.

Then when he heard that the doctors didn't want him going back out onto the battlefield he lost his smile completely. He hadn't smiled since that day he was told that he couldn't go back out and fight with his men. He hadn't laughed in a long time and he knew that his life was never going to be the same again. He didn't know how he was to survive a desk job when he was used to fighting and being on his feet all the time. He had the skills to take care of a group of men that was assigned to him, but they were no good when he was behind a desk, answering phone calls.

Stephen made sure to maintain his army-level fitness and strength by exercising and lifting weights in case they decided to deploy him again. He wanted to be ready; yet, after six months of working behind a desk he was not very certain that he would ever see the battlefield again; but until he was given a definite ban, he still had that hope to cling to.

Stephen opened his eyes and looked down at his leg, cursing under his breath. He knew that Kevin thanked him every day for getting him out of there alive just so that he could continue to fight for his country.

Kevin called him every morning and every night to reassure himself that Stephen was alright. Every time Kevin called him, Stephen assumed a facade of contentment and cheerfulness. He knew that it made Kevin sad and guilty that Stephen couldn't go back into the force like he had wanted to, and he wished that he could tell Kevin that he was fine, that everything happened for a reason, but he didn't even know what that reason was. What was the reason, why was he behind the desk waiting for important phone calls and making reports instead of out on the battlefield?  That was all he had done for the last six months and he was getting tired of it; he was bored and most times he sat there and almost fell asleep at the desk before he got to clock out and go home.

The phone rang, bringing Stephen out of his thoughts. He looked at the ringing phone and really didn't want to answer it. He didn't want to send one of his men on a shoplifting trip or to break up two drunk men fighting each other that had been friends since their youthful school years, their alcohol intake getting the better of them, just to have them sober up and laugh it off when they were confronted. It was a waste of time in his opinion.

McNeil, I believe that's your phone ringing! someone hollered out. Stephen started; he didn't even think that there was anyone there with him, until he heard the familiar voice of Tony, who was just a few cubicles down.

I got it, Stephen groaned, sitting up in his chair and answering the insistently ringing phone. He wasn't going to hold his breath, but he could hope that something good was going to come along - for once.

Hello? Stephen asked into the phone growing really tired of hearing about some lame emergency that was never a true emergency.

I have a job for you. the captain said, low and deep.

Stephen knew that when the captain called him, it was urgent. He had a smile on