Today I would like to welcome Author JM Madden.
BIO:
Terminally addicted to romances, thanks to
finding her aunt's stash of 'Harlequin Presents' years ago during a sleepover,
J.M. Madden loves any and all good love stories. Most particularly her own. She
has two beautiful children and a husband who always keeps her on her toes.
J.M. was a Deputy Sheriff in Ohio for nine years, until hubby
moved the clan to Kentucky. When not chasing the family around, she's at the
computer, reading and writing, trying to perfect her craft. She occasionally
takes breaks to feed her animal horde, and is trying to control her
office-supply addiction, but both tasks are uphill battles. Happily, she is writing
full-time now. She always has several projects in the works and loves to hear
from readers.
The Embattled Road and Embattled Hearts
The Embattled
Road- Is the harrowing prequel to The Lost and Found series, three
embattled Marines must deal with their devastating physical and emotional
injuries in a world that seems to have turned against them.
When the rescue helicopter crashes into his convoy in Iraq, Marine First Sergeant Duncan Wilde struggles with the loss of men, his career and the use of his body. Things can't get much worse. Until his fiancée decides she has to move on with her life, and that of her unborn child by another man.
Sergeant Chad Lowell knew when he went to war that it would come with a price. And it did. A young Marine under his command is killed by a landmine. Chad's left with one less leg and a mountain of recriminations. That doesn't mean he wants to be a pitied by every female he comes in contact with.
Gunnery Sergeant John Palmer is furious at the hand he's been dealt. He's served his country faithfully, if not without antagonism, for many years. Now they're turning him out like a relative who has overstayed his welcome. And, since he's not even a real man anymore, maybe it is time to move on permanently.
When the rescue helicopter crashes into his convoy in Iraq, Marine First Sergeant Duncan Wilde struggles with the loss of men, his career and the use of his body. Things can't get much worse. Until his fiancée decides she has to move on with her life, and that of her unborn child by another man.
Sergeant Chad Lowell knew when he went to war that it would come with a price. And it did. A young Marine under his command is killed by a landmine. Chad's left with one less leg and a mountain of recriminations. That doesn't mean he wants to be a pitied by every female he comes in contact with.
Gunnery Sergeant John Palmer is furious at the hand he's been dealt. He's served his country faithfully, if not without antagonism, for many years. Now they're turning him out like a relative who has overstayed his welcome. And, since he's not even a real man anymore, maybe it is time to move on permanently.
Can these wounded warriors use a friendship borne out of adversity to form a partnership rescuing others? And can they find real love in spite of their challenges?
EXCERPT:
Grinning, Dodd chambered a round
and turned to follow the group, who was disappearing over a knoll. They picked
up their pace to a jog, Dodd looping around a rock.
“Dodd, follow…”
…the
footprints.
Chad’s world went supernova. Blazing heat
seared his body, blinding him, and he went spinning through the air. He landed
on his pack and floundered, trying to find up. His brain blanked out.
Adrenaline pumped through his body and he managed to pull his weapon around,
even though he couldn’t see a damn thing. His eyes refused to focus.
He heard voices to the right of him, and it
sounded like a group of men. He brought his weapon to his shoulder but couldn’t
find a target.
First Sergeant Wilde’s voice broke through the
melee. “It’s just us, buddy. I’ve got your weapon, Chad. Let go, buddy.”
He didn’t want to let go. That weapon was his
life and death. He slept with it, kept it in the latrine beside him. First
Sergeant was asking for it, though, and of all the men in the unit, he trusted
him the most. The weight of the M16 left his arm.
The world was slowly coming back into focus,
and there were a ring of faces hovering over him. Warmth was spreading across
his lower legs. It felt like there was wool in his ears. The feeling was
similar to the aftereffects of a hard shoot when he didn’t use his hearing
protection.
“I need a tourniquet above that knee!”
Nothing on earth could make a grunt focus like
those words. “What…tourniquet? Wait…” He rolled his head forward enough to try
to focus on his legs, but all he saw was a blur of gore. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck no.
That much red couldn’t be good. Panic clutched at his insides. He reached out
to his friend.
Rough hands released Velcro and buckles,
pulling his pack away, and he dropped flat to the ground. His helmet thumped
against a rock, but it didn’t really bother him. The heat that was licking up
his legs and rolling up his left side was bothering him more. He shifted on the
ground, trying to get away from the burning, but it followed him, making him
grit his teeth. “First Sergeant, what’s going on?”
Duncan’s rough face leaned over his own, making
solid eye contact. “Chad, you got issues, buddy. Dodd stepped on a mine. Your
left leg’s a mess, but we’re taking care of you. Medevac’s on its way, but
it’ll be a few minutes.”
Chad fought to untangle the words and keep
focus on the face above. “Fuck. My legs?”
First Sergeant nodded. “Looks like just one,
though. The side that was closest to Dodd. Your other one looks good.”
“Are my nuts still there?”
First Sergeant grinned at him. “Well, I’m not
going in to check, but from the outside it looks like you lucked out. You’ve
still got your nuts.”
Chad allowed himself to relax back against the
ground. There were two sharp pinches in his arms, and the roaring heat on his
left side kind of started to ease. The sunlight straight up above was hard to
look at, so he rocked his head to the side.
Dodd’s young face was surprisingly clean
considering the mess the rest of him was in. His eyes stared unseeingly. Chad
knew that wasn’t good. “You guys take care of him.”
There was a warm, soft wave blocking the blaze
of pain from his side as it was tugged him into sleep. With a sigh, he let his
worries fall away.
The next time he opened his eyes, he was in the
hold of a Medevac. His stomach somersaulted as they surged into the air.
BLURB:
Shannon Murphy wasn’t really looking for love when she hired on at LNF, but finds herself hopelessly attracted to the sex-on-wheels former Marine, John Palmer. The man is grumpy and nearly impossible to work with, but his brand of masculinity appeals to her on a basic level. Soon Shannon is wondering just what it would take for John to want her the way she wants him.
When an old enemy tries to settle a vendetta against Shannon, John insists on protecting her. He moves into her house, fanning the spark of attraction into a blaze. But the danger continues to escalate. Will the connection that they’ve found survive when they’re thrust into a fight for their lives?
EXCERPT:
John watched
Shannon leave regretfully. It made him uncomfortable to know she was irritated
with him and not do anything to explain. But there was nothing he could say to
exonerate himself. Roger had stoked his jealousy, plain and simple. Stoked it
to where it was a roaring blaze of anger. But the anger was at himself, not Shannon
or Roger.
He should have
approached her with the bracelet differently, so that she understood it was
work and not personal. Roger had punched him in the arm as soon as she was out
of earshot. “You dumb shit. You just made that girl think she meant something
to you, then ripped her down. You need to get your head out of your ass before
somebody steps in with a real offer.”
As much as he
hated to admit it, the other man was right. Shannon was a fantastic woman. And
she reacted to Roger as if he were her best friend in the world. He didn’t
blame Shannon for responding that way. The man was likeable. He blamed himself
for not making an effort to even try to be personable.
Shannon had to
think he was a total ass. And it was his own damn fault.
It wasn’t as if she would seriously consider
you for an option, but damn, dude. Show some sense. Don’t alienate her for no
reason.
As he rolled up
to the monitors, his gaze zeroed in on her form lying in the bed. The blue
satin comforter was pulled up and tucked beneath her arms. She was crazy hot,
in a simple white flannel nightgown. And she looked to be already asleep. What
he wouldn’t give to be in that bed with her.
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Hello JM Madden,
ReplyDeleteI so loved both books. John story was wild. I can't wait for the next book. Kally posted and I was on it. The story touched my heart from the beginning.
I have the first one on my way too big TBR pile, but I'm going to have to move it up on the list after reading more about it!
ReplyDeleteHi ladies. Mayas, thank you very much. I loved John too. You'll be seeing more of him soon, I promise.
ReplyDeleteLM, I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy it.
Thanks for stopping!