"This story has heart. I think I spent eighty percent of this read with satisfied tears in my eyes." ~ One Hundred Romances Project
"A Broken Christmas will challenge your thinking. It is a tale of friendship and love that goes beyond just simple lust or passion." ~ Sizzling Hot Books
"A very satisfying emotional story, that everyone who reads will immediately fall in love with. " ~ Romancing the Book
"Mere words can’t express how much I fell in love with this story. Aimee and
Kyle are two characters that you soon will not forget;"
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“You need to go,” he murmured. “Away from me. I’m a monster, Aimee.”
The ache behind her ribs intensified, and Aimee leaned in close to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “No. I’m staying right here. Go back to sleep, it’s not yet five.”
As his gaze locked with hers, she read the anguish behind his eyes. His whisper sent chills rolling down her spine. “I don’t want to hurt you. I shouldn’t even be here, but I needed clothes, then I fell on the stairs. I couldn’t make it back to the couch. Thought I’d sleep a little here…” He trailed off with another disbelieving shake of his head.
The man sitting before Aimee resembled nothing of the man she had married or the solider she’d sent off to war. This one was on the verge of total meltdown, and the fact it was Kyle broke her heart. She slipped her hand into his, entwined their fingers. “Tell me about the dream?”
He lifted his gaze, his eyes pleading with her to understand. “I can’t.”
For the first time since she’d been issued the standard party line, she heard the truth. Not can’t. Wouldn’t. Kyle’s silence didn’t come from covert orders. The broken quality of his voice told her he didn’t want her to know.
Tonight wasn’t the time to push the issue of what happened in Afghanistan. Lifting his hand, she brought his knuckles to her lips, then tucked their joined palms into her lap. “Is this why you said you don’t sleep so well anymore?”
Kyle looked to the window and answered with a short nod.
“How long has this been going on?”
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