Title: Vivid
Author: Jessica Wilde
Hosted by: Always Behind A
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Merrick Thatcher went through a hell that no one could
possibly imagine. He fought to protect his country, his family, and the men
standing at his side, but it wasn't just being a soldier overseas that changed
him. He watched his friends die in front of him, felt indescribable pain, and
lost his sight in the very same moment.
Badly injured, blind, and angry, he's done
with war, but now he’s fighting his own battle. So, he’s waiting for it to end,
spending his days and nights in a thick darkness no light can penetrate. Until
Grace walks into his life and his broken eyes open to a woman that changes
everything for him.
A story about two flawed souls finding love
amidst the grief. A love that shines vividly, even in the dark, and discovering
that sometimes being broken is how the light gets in.
For readers 18+ due to language, violence, and sexual
situations
EXCLUSIVE AUTHOR INTERVIEW & CHAPTER REVEAL
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especially for those crucial first days. SOWF also provides a scholarship
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counseling to all families of fallen members in every branch of the military,
they are able to help in all the ways that count. The SOWF was highly
recommended to me by a recent veteran who served in Iraq. Therefore, I am
thrilled to be able to help them in any way possible. Every little bit
counts.
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Grace moved closer, shifting her body so she could reach my
face more easily. She ended up practically standing between my legs, brushing
up against my injured one whenever she rinsed off the razor.
"Take a breath, Merrick. I haven't cut you. Not
yet," she chuckled.
I breathed in her sweet scent, my head swimming with arousal.
She had no idea what she was doing to me. All those months shaving with a tiny
mirror stuck to the wall in my CHU had been frustrating as hell. I couldn't see
shit in that thing. Now I very literally couldn't see shit and she was in front
of me smelling like she did, being as gentle as she was, and all those memories
didn't seem like such a horrible thing.
Because now I was experiencing something even more
torturous.
She positioned the razor under my nose and expertly removed
the coarse hair above my lip. What would she do if I just leaned in and
devoured her mouth? Would I miss her lips completely or would she meet me
halfway?
She gently turned my face and started on the other side. I
didn't think having her shave my face would be this intimate. In fact, I was
planning on it being annoying as hell since I thought she wouldn't really know
what she was doing. Asking my mother had been an option, but I didn't want her
leaving Mitch either.
"Almost there. You need a haircut, too." Her voice
was rough and sexy, and I had to hold back a groan when it sent blood rushing
straight to my groin. "I can style it for you so it stays out of your
face, but I'm no good with cutting hair."
"That sounds good," I replied. God, if she didn't
finish soon, I was going to do something stupid.
She raised my chin and carefully shaved my neck. When her
fingers stroked my skin to check for any areas she missed, I swallowed thickly
and lost the battle completely.
My injured and stiff hand found her wrist, slowly pulling the
razor away from my skin. Her gasp sent my semi-erection shooting straight up to
painfully hard. The skin of her wrist was like silk under my fingers, the tiny
bones so fragile. I worried that if I was too insistent, I would hurt her with
just a touch.
"Merrick?" she breathed, her sweet breath caressing
my chin.
"Grace ..."
I felt her racing pulse under my fingers and pulled her
forward until I could feel the heat of her face so close to mine. I raised my
other hand to her waist and made a cautious path up, until I gripped the back
of her neck. She didn't struggle or protest, and I hoped her accelerated
breaths were telling me that she was feeling the same intense pull I
was.
My dry throat finally found the strength to speak, even if it
was just a whisper. "I would give anything to be able to see you right
now." I pulled her face closer, until the tip of her nose touched mine.
The sound of the razor falling to the floor, briefly registered in my mind.
I live in Morgan, Utah with my husband, beautiful daughter,
and a couple of spoiled pups. If I'm not deeply involved in writing my next
book, then I'm probably reading in the safety and quiet of my closet. I love
yoga – which I now practice regularly – playing hide and seek with my daughter
(only to have my hiding spots revealed by one of the pups), and I love Fruit by
the Foot, Twizzlers and Peace Tea. These are great ways to bribe me into
revealing secrets about what's to come.
I have an unhealthy obsession with Supernatural, The Walking
Dead, and The Big Bang Theory. I also enjoy talking about them, so if you like
them, too, come find me.
Writing has become an enormous part of my life and every book
I write holds a special place in my heart. If you read one of my books, I
hope you have the same experience.
Thank you so much for participating in the blog tour for Vivid! <3 I am honestly so grateful for your help spreading the word about this book :) WOO HOO!
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