Boots on the
Ground (Canada
by Angela S.
Stone
Erotic M/M
Romance (Military)
Published by
Phaze Books
Release Date:
November 20, 2012
Heat Level:
Sizzling
Length: 189 pages
Available at…
Phaze Publishing: http://phaze.com/book.php?title=Boots+on+the+Ground
Blurb
Ash Cooper and Jason McCarty know they need to do one thing, and
one thing alone: Stay Alive.
An IED attack destroyed their convoy and left them both injured in
the high desert
of Afghanistan
Ash and Jason join forces with a British army nurse to survive the
harsh living conditions. As days to turn to weeks, they think of home, the
husbands they left behind, and the lives they want to return to.
But with food rations running short, the elders angry at them, and
the hope of rescue lost, Ash and Jason start to give up, and in the end turn to
each other in their struggle for survival.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the
age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult
language which may be considered offensive to some readers.
The concussive
force of the blast blew Ash backwards out of his seat. He could feel the
armored vehicle turning end over end. It took him a moment to grasp the car had
stopped. He felt dizzy and disorientated, blinking a couple of times.
Where
in the heck was he?
The dust of the
desert started to settle, and he remembered. Civilian police, Afghanistan
He started to
move only to bite back a hiss of pain. His shoulder flared with agony. Motherfucker. He couldn’t tell what
happened to his arm, but it hurt like a son of a bitch.
His escort and
their translator were the other people in the armored vehicle, and they were
still and silent. Ash cradled his arm as he started to move, his training
helping him to squelch the pain. They were in one of the most volatile and
insurgent-ridden districts of Afghanistan
Ash glanced
though the broken windshield. The force had blown them back and clear of the
debris field. There were four vehicles up ahead, all burning or smoking. Ash
checked again for signs of life in the other passengers around him.
He found none.
There was,
however, unwelcome activity up ahead. A group of armed men moved towards the
blast sight, maybe about a kilometer away and closing in fast—insurgents. Ash’s
instincts met his training, and he kicked into overdrive: scavenge what he
could from the wreckage, check for survivors, and find cover.
The door on the
passenger side had the least amount of damaged, and after a couple of kicks it
creaked open enough to allow Ash to exit. He picked up the medical kit, the
water, and anything else tossed loose during the blast, as well as two weapons.
Swinging the supplies over his good shoulder and clutching one of the two
rifles, he started to move towards the blast site.
The first
vehicle ahead was a light armored vehicle like the one he had been riding in.
He knew the three other CivPol members were inside the LAV along with an escort
and driver. One door and one side of the vehicle were blown clean off, and the
driver and the passenger in the front seat were most definitely dead. The two
passengers in the back were also dead. Ash moved to check the person in the
rear seat, relieved to hear coughs and groans. With the dust and the dirt and
the blood pouring from the man’s head wound, Ash strained to recognize him.
After a moment he could clearly make out the outline of Jason through the gore.
He glanced up. The insurgents were advancing. The smoke and dust obscured the
two men for the moment, but that wouldn’t last long. He had to get them both
undercover pronto.
“Jason, Jason,”
Ash hissed. He grabbed the slumped man’s vest, shaking him.
“Jason, wake the
fuck up.”
Jason’s eye’s
fluttered open.
“Come on. We
have to move! Now!”
Jason just
nodded his head but didn’t move. Having only one working arm meant Ash couldn’t
hoist him up. He dropped the scavenged gear out onto the ground, and with his
good arm he dragged Jason out of the vehicle. He pulled them both to the side,
behind the tire, camouflaging and giving them a bit of cover. Ash opened the
medical kit and staunched the bleeding on Jason’s head wound. He didn’t appear
to have any other injuries. Although still dazed he started coming around and
responded to Ash’s voice.
“Stay low,” Ash
said as he handed Jason one of the rifles he’d recovered.
“We’ve got
insurgents closing in on our location.”
Angela is a twenty-something Registered Nurse and writer living and working in Ottawa, Canada. She is a proud Canadian and an even prouder girl from back east. She thoroughly enjoys writing novels featuring character that live in or are from the Maritimes. She’s recently met Mr. Right and when she’s not occupied with him she can be found hanging out at her local Bridgehead, writing. She spends her free time advocating for minorities and persons with disabilities.
Connect with Angela S. Stone
Email: angela@angelastone.ca
Email: angela@angelastone.ca
Website: http://angelastone.ca
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