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He’s my landlord.
He has a fiancé and he’s way out of my league.
But then he gets hurt and has no one.Sure, I can stay with him.
I can spend 24/7 with him and not let on how I really feel about him.
He doesn’t need to know anyway.

Main Tropes

  • Protective Man
  • Curvy Woman
  • Wounded Military Hero
  • OTT
  • All the Feels


USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR Hope Ford brings you a steamy military romance about finding love when you least expect it.

He’s my landlord.
He has a fiancé and he’s way out of my league.
But then he gets hurt and has no one.

Sure, I can stay with him.
I can spend 24/7 with him and not let on how I really feel about him.
He doesn’t need to know anyway.

He’s grieving and trying to recover,
And the last thing I want to do is complicate things.
But then he confesses his attraction to me and there’s no more holding back.

I’m hoping for forever.
He’s unsure what his future holds.
I’m falling in deep.
He thinks I’m playing him.

Will this wounded hero let me heal his heart? And if not, how can I let him go?

Sacrifice is the first book in the Heart of a Wounded Hero Series. If you love reading about wounded military heroes, curvy women, and unexpected love in a small town with good friends that keep showing up, then you’ll love Logan and Ella’s story. Each book in the series is a standalone.

The Heart of the Wounded Hero series was created to pay tribute to and raise awareness of our wounded heroes. Each of the over eighty authors involved have contributed time, money, and stories to the cause. These love stories are inspiring and uplifting, showing the sacrifice of our veterans but also giving them the happily ever after they deserve.By increasing awareness through our books, we believe we can in a small part help the wounded heroes that have sacrificed so much. Thank you for reading!

Intro to Chapter 1

Chapter 1


There are a thousand things I wish I could forget.
The screams of a man when he gets shot. The smell of burning flesh. The feeling
you get when you know you’re in the enemy’s sights, but you can’t do a thing
about it but pray you and your team survive it. But probably the biggest thing
is when my friend, my best friend, Noah sacrificed his life to save me. I
watched it all happen as if in slow motion. He pushed me out of harm’s way and
took the brunt of the bomb that went off. Seeing him sacrifice it all is something that plays over and over in my head, and I wish I could forget it.

It, of course. Not him. I don’t ever want to forget him.

He was the best friend a person could have. Noah had my back always and no matter what. He proved that up to the very end. And he told me exactly what I needed to hear,
even if I didn’t want to listen.

Man, I wish he was here right now so I could tell him he was right about Harper.

Harper is my fiancée. We’ve been engaged for six months, and the whole time, Logan warned me that she was a tag chaser and wasn’t really interested in me. Well, the last
month I’ve been in the hospital proves that.

It’s getting old, looking at the same white ceiling for a month now, but that’s all I can do. I
knew the moment they put me on a stretcher that my life would never be the same, and already my theory is proving right. I’ve never been one for lying in bed, but that’s all I seem to be doing. Damn, I can’t wait to get out of this hospital.

I’ve tried not to think about Harper. She knows I’m here, and I’m only one hour away from home, so there’s not really any excuse that she can give for not coming to see me.
And then I got the text this morning that she was on her way. Since I read it, I’ve thought of everything I need to say. Being alone is scary, especially this time when death was literally at my door, but I know I need to end it with her.
Heck, she’s probably coming to end it with me.

There’s a knock on the door, and I sit up in the bed and try to keep the discomfort off my face. I refuse to complain. I suffered a bad concussion and a severed artery in my arm.
By all rights, I should be dead, and if the field doctor hadn’t been ten feet from me when it all happened, I would be six feet under right now. But none of that matters now. I can live with a mangled arm and a headache that won’t seem
to go away.

Expecting to see Harper, I let out a sigh when I see my old high school friend, Tommy. He’s come in every day to check on me, and I’m sure a lot of it has to do with the fact that I have no family and no fiancée that shows up. I never knew my mother and father, and I was raised in foster care. Harper was finally going to be the
family I’d always wanted.

As soon as Tommy walks in the door, I smile begrudgingly at him. “I told you that you don’t have to keep coming in. I’m fine.”

I grew up with Tommy. He always dreamed of joining the military, but because of a heart
defect, he wasn’t able to. It didn’t stop him from serving in his own way, though. He now works in the veterans’ hospital in the counseling department.

He struts in the
door, unfazed by my unwelcome attitude. “Really? I literally work in the next
building. I needed to get my steps in anyway.”

I resist rolling my eyes at him. “Right... so how’s it going?”

He sits in the chair next to me. “I think I should be asking you that. You get to go home today,

I shrug. “That’s the word on the street, but I’m not going to believe it until I see it.”

Tommy is watching me
closely, and I know what his next question is going to be, so I figure I might as well just get it out in the open. “Harper’s coming.” I drop the bombshell
and then shrug like it’s not a big deal. “I mean, she texted and said she was.”

He tilts his head to the side and doesn’t even blink as if he’s trying to read my thoughts. “How do you feel about that?”

I laugh because I know exactly what he’s doing. “Quit trying to psychoanalyze me.”

He just continues to stare at me, and I shake my head. “I don’t feel good about it. I mean, I’ll be honest with you. If she had shown up the day I got flown into the States and
was waiting for me, yeah, I’d be a little happier now, but...” My voice trails off, and I think about the last month and everything I’ve experienced.

Tommy leans forward. “But it’s been a month, and this is her first time coming to see you.”

I blow out a breath. “Yeah, that about covers it.”

I barely get the words out and there’s a knock on the door before it opens. “Hello,” Harper says as she pushes her way into the room.

Tommy and I both turn to look at her. Before now, I wouldn’t have wanted to take my eyes off her because of how beautiful she is. But looking at her today, she seems to have
lost some of her shine. We stare at each other, and Tommy stands up. “Well, I guess I’ll see you later, man. Let me know if you need anything.”

Without taking my eyes off Harper’s, I tell him, “Thanks, Tommy.”

He walks out of the room without even a glance at Harper, and I almost smirk. It’s probably a good thing he doesn’t start talking to her because I know Tommy, and he’d say something to her for deserting me the last month.

When the door shuts
behind him, I motion to Harper and point at the chair. “Have a seat.”

She walks toward me quietly. “Uh, you look good. I thought you were, uh, you know...”

Her voice trails off, but I’m not letting her off the hook. “You thought I was what?”

She looks at the machines I’m hooked up to and then back at me. “They said you’d survived a

I gesture to the marred and mangled skin on my arm. I had thought about hiding it before she got here because truly, no one wants to look at that, but I already figured out I don’t owe her anything.

She blinks at me. “Right, uh, I’m sorry about Noah.”

I flinch as if she’s hit me and then shake my head, not wanting to think about that. “Yeah, so let’s get to it. Obviously, our wedding is off.”

She leans forward, reaches for my hand which is lying in my lap, and then draws back quickly. She’s looking at the marred skin that has only recently had the bandages
removed. It’s ugly, but it does look better than it did a month ago. “Look, Logan, I know I should have been here before now. I just can’t... I’m not
strong enough to deal with... you know...”

I shake my head, not
understanding. “Deal with what, exactly? An injured fiancé that you said you loved? A month, Harper. I’ve been here a fuckin’ month, and all you’ve done is text me. That’s it. No calls—hell, you couldn’t even be bothered to drive the
hour here to see me. So yeah, the marriage is definitely off.”

She stands up and takes a step toward me. Her forehead is creased, but that’s the only evidence that she’s unsettled right now. Her makeup is perfect, she doesn’t have a hair
out of place, and she looks completely put together. Definitely not like a woman
that has been worried about her fiancé. “It’s done, Harper. I want you to leave.”


I shake my head and
point at the door. “Leave, Harper. I don’t even want to look at you right now.”

She gasps, and her
eyes go wide. I’ve offended her, obviously. She grabs tightly on to the strap of her purse and turns, stalking toward the door. I don’t let out the breath
I’m holding until the door shuts behind her and I’m reminded that I’m alone... again.

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