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     Last True Hero (Battle Scars #1) by Diana Gardin
    Genre: NA Contemporary Romance (Military)
    Published by Forever Romance
    Releasing November 10, 2015
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    For seven years he’s
    fought for his country. Now he’ll fight for her.
        Army Ranger Dare Conners
    has been through hell. He’s left combat behind, yet the memories that refuse to
    fade are proving just as dangerous. Ordered to take R&R, he joins his buddy
    for beaches, beers, and babes—if that can’t cure him, nothing will. But when he
    meets Berkeley, a woman who affects him like no one else, a new kind of battle
    begins . . .
        An Admiral’s daughter, Berkeley knows her
    life has been planned since birth. The right school, the right boyfriend—and
    now that she’s graduated—the right marriage. But after years of being right,
    Berkley is ready to be a little wrong. And Dare Conners has wrong written
    all over him. The sexy soldier has a body built for sin and secrets he won’t
    share. What starts as a fling quickly grows into something more. But summer
    can’t last forever, and when the truth comes out, both Berkeley and Dare could
    be in for quite a fall.

    EXCERPT
        He offers nothing
    more. I stare at him for another second, then replace his tags under his shirt.
    My fingers linger on the skin at the top of his chest. “I’m sorry.”
        He nods. “Don’t be.”
        We let the silence
    wash over us once again.
         I glance at him out
    of the corner of my eye after a few minutes. I want to know. I want to know the
    answers to all of the questions lurking behind those beautiful eyes of his. And
    so I know it’s time for me to go.
          “Dare…”
         He looks over at me,
    his hands clasped behind his head. “Berkeley.”
         Dammit. Does he
    somehow know I have trouble continuing to speak when he says my name? Does he
    know?
         “Thanks for the
    beer,” I say, sitting up.
         He doesn’t. “You’re
    welcome. Are you leaving me so soon?”
         No. “Yep.”
         His mouth turns
    down, and I keep my hands firmly in my lap so that I don’t brush a finger
    across his full bottom lip.
         A low rumble of
    thunder rolls around us, and I glance up at the sky. A storm is obviously on
    its way.         When I look back at Dare, his gaze hasn’t moved from mine.
         “Dare…”
          He begins shaking
    his head before I’ve even begun my letting-him-down-easy speech. Does he read
    my mind, too?
          “This has been a
    really great night…”
          His hand on my chin
    stills me. It stills my thoughts and it stalls my words. I’m helpless with his
    hand on me.
          “Don’t do that,” he
    says softly. “Don’t give me your ‘let-him-down-easy’ speech. Let’s pretend
    we’ve moved past that, okay? You don’t want to do this again, then tell me the
    real reason. I don’t do bullshit.”
          He releases my skin,
    but there’s a burning in the spot now that wasn’t there before.
          It takes me a moment
    to find my voice, and Dare waits patiently while another rumble of thunder
    rolls over our heads.
          “I’m…I’m super
    attracted to you, Dare. But I’m not available to date right now. I’ll probably
    never be available to date. It’s…complicated.”
          “You have a
    boyfriend.” He says it like a fact, not a question.
          “I do not have a
    boyfriend.” It would have been the easy way out. I could have just let him
    believe that, but I find myself unable to lie to this sharp, sexy, honest man.
         He stares at me, his
    expression unreadable. He rubs his rib again, and I allow my eyes to travel to
    that spot. He notices, and stops rubbing. When he speaks again, his voice
    hasn’t changed. It’s still soft, and still like a rough edge of a stone left
    out in the wind.
         “So…you just aren’t
    that into me.”
         I wish he’d stop
    searching for reasons. “Some things just aren’t going to work out.”
         “I didn’t ask you to
    marry me, Berkeley. I didn’t even ask you out on a second date yet.”
         I raise my eyebrows,
    and he quickly regroups. “I was going to. Shit, of course I was going to. But,
    if you don’t want to hang out again, I guess I have to accept that.”
         I so don’t want him to accept it. But I nod my head, just as the sky above us
    opens, and we leap out of our chairs and sprint for the house.
         By the time we reach
    it, we’re soaked. We run around to the driveway, where Dare’s truck is parked,
    and he helps me in and buckles me up while the rain pelts him.
          When he finally
    makes it to the driver’s seat, he’s laughing. He runs his hands through his
    sopping wet hair, and I realize mine must look like a wet dog. Groaning, I pull
    out my hair tie and shake my mess of curls out around my shoulders.
         “Shit! I didn’t
    realize it was supposed to rain tonight.” He scrubs his face with his hands,
    and then turns to face me. “I’m—”
         He freezes when he
    looks at me, and my suspicions are confirmed. I’m definitely the hottest mess
    he’s ever seen. My hair is flopping everywhere, and I’m sure the small amount
    of makeup I had on my face now looks like I’m starring in
    The Walking Dead.
         But that doesn’t
    matter. I just told him I couldn’t see him again. Who the hell cares what I
    look like?
    The way he’s staring
    at me is causing my new pets, my butterflies, to take furious flight and my
    heartbeat to speed up at an alarming pace.
         Then he reaches out
    and brushes that stupid strand of hair out of my eyes. The one my mother can’t
    stand.
         “I love this,” he
    says. “I might as well tell you, seeing as how I won’t get the chance again.”
         His finger follows
    an invisible trail along my cheek, pausing at the hollow beneath my eye. “And
    these. I fall into these every single time they’re focused on me. It scares the
    shit out of me. And nothing scares me, Berkeley.”
         My breath is gone.
    I’ve lost it somewhere between his finger tracing a path on my face and the
    beautiful words he’s speaking. About
    me.
        His finger changes
    trajectory, trailing down until he reaches my lips. Which are probably
    trembling. “Do you know how long I’ve been looking at these? All fucking night.
    All night tonight, and every other time I’ve been in your vicinity.”
        His eyes drop to my
    lips then, and he uses his thumb to part them. Hot lava flows from my core into
    my every extremity until I feel like I must be catching fire. He’s setting me
    aflame. His touch, his words, those eyes on me. I can’t contain the desire that
    wells up inside me.
         “Dare.” I breathe.
         His eyes flicker
    back up from my lips. “Berkeley.”
          “I guess if you’re
    going to kiss me, you’d better do it now. You might not get another chance.”

     

     

     

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    About Diana Gardin

    Diana Gardin was born and raised combing the coasts of Southeastern Virginia. She is now a happy resident of South Carolina as she married into an enormous Carolina-rooted family. She loves the beach, and even more than that she loves to read while sitting on the beach.

    While writing was always a passion of Diana’s, she enrolled in college to become an elementary-school teacher. After eight years of teaching in both Virginia and South Carolina, she decided to stay at home with her first child. This decision is what opened her eyes to the fact that she still very much loved to write, and her first novel was written.

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