Always & Forever – Book Tour

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June 8, 2019
Encompass Ink
boys, Troy and Marshall vowed to be best friends for always and forever.
pledged the same vow again, after a football game on a Friday night, when they
made love for the first time.
as ex-soldiers, can they find their way and help each other out of the darkness
and into the light?
broken promises be forgiven and friendships strengthened over a common bond?
two broken men find their way back to when Always and Forever meant love until
their final breath?


Troy stood outside the heavy steel door. He could only imagine what the two men looked like on the other side. Why had he been brought into the middle of this family affair? It was all kind of fucked up, that’s for damn sure. But rather than being led into the interrogation room, he was led past the door of fun and games and into the observation lounge. Troy used the term loosely. Very loosely as it was more like closet.

“Wait here please. I’ll let the Sheriff know you’re here.”

Shit for brains let Tom know he was there alright. The A-hole pounded on the window. I could have done that asswipe. “Thanks,” he said aloud.

“No problem,” the officer stated before going back out to the front desk.

Alone now, Troy let himself look at the angry bull of his ex in the next room. Bull is the only way he could describe him. Marshall looked a little worse for the wear at approximately six feet even, give or take an inch, broad strong shoulders, muscular arms and thighs, hair longer than usual, but what got Troy was his eyes. Even though Troy knew, without a doubt, the male could not see through the window, he felt as if he was staring directly at him. Yeah, the place was a closet, but he hadn’t said a word and Marshall knew someone was on this side of the glass. It didn’t deter Troy from staring at him or wishing things had been different when they signed up for opposing branches of the military, but looking at Marsh now, all the old feelings came back. It made him twitchy and twitchy was not Troy being in control.

Drawn into the soldier’s pain, somehow Troy felt he could remove that pain and replace it with—replace it with what? What the fuck was he supposed to replace it with? Roses and sunshine? Troy snorted. Somedays he did good just getting his own ass out of bed and downstairs to his pretty ladies. How the hell was he supposed to help Marshall who was as fucked up as he was? It takes one to know one. Maybe it takes one to heal one. Is that what you’re supposed to do for me Marsh? Heal me? Troy scoffed at the idea, as much as he wanted it to be true. Maybe they could heal each other. That thought was the only light in his dismal existence as of late.

“Troy.” Sheriff opened the door letting in the bright light from the hall, dream revealing brightness. “Thanks for coming. I’m sorry I had to drag your ass out of bed at four in the morning,” he nodded towards the other room. “I know you two have a history, but if you can’t help him—I don’t know what we’re gonna do. Marshall’s got himself into a situation. I might be able to get him out of it, but only if I can prove he’s gotten some help.”

The despair rang true from Tom’s lips. The sheriff worried about his nephew. Maybe he had been close to the ingrate at one time before Afghanistan. We’d all been close to people before Afghanistan. I’d had Jay during, but that was a lifetime ago. I’d cared for him, but he wasn’t Marshall.

“What exactly do you think I can do for you, Tom? All that history might help, or it just might fuck us both in the ass and not in a good way.”

It was the first time he’d seen the man appear defeated. Nah, Tom wasn’t defeated. He was tired, true. Never defeated. He didn’t have it in him to give up the fight, but Tom did snort in what could be termed as laughter.

“I’m hoping you can work with Marshall. He goes by the handle Ricochet. I know it’s a lot to ask.”

He left unsaid that he’d owe me big time. One of those call me when you’re in deep shit type situations. It was tempting. Especially looking into those haunting eyes.

“What happened to him and his unit?”

“Don’t you want to ask him?”

Troy smirked. “You’re telling me the official version. He’ll tell me the real story. They ain’t necessarily going to be one and the same.”

He stood there staring at Marshall, aka Ricochet as Tom told him the story of how a cocky, know-it-all kid became a soldier, went up the ranks quickly and how his unit got sent behind enemy lines by mistake. Mistake my ass. Unless you lived it, you didn’t understand it so he nodded now and again or asked a question and took it all in.

“If I do this you stay away?” Troy stated, though he framed it in the form of a question.

“Fuck no I’m not going to stay away. He’s my family.”

“He’s under my protection. I’m not going to intentionally hurt him, but he will be hurt. Just watching him struggle in there I can tell he wants to fight. He needs it right now. I’ll spar with him until he has fought all the anger inside, all the ghosts. He’s going to be bruised and broken down. But I won’t kill him. Nothin’ like that. I won’t let him hurt himself.” That was the last thing he needed. A fucking suicide. He didn’t think Marshall, no, Ricochet, was suicidal though. “I can’t even imagine how angry he’ll be when he sees me,” he said mostly to himself.

No, this guy was something else entirely. The more Troy watched him through the window, the more he wanted to get him alone. What have you seen to do this to you? He knew what he’d seen. What he’d heard. He’d been way up the ranks. Privy to shit some Generals didn’t have access to. It came with the territory of being able to hack your own ass and knowing more languages than was sensible. It was why he was still on active duty, yet not. Why his pay grade was classified.

“Trust me Tom. I’m not going to hurt him. He needs a lot of therapy. More than I do and he needs time. I don’t know what the fuck he saw, but it’s eating away at him from the inside. Until he can tell someone, or work through it, he’s going to be what you see in there—an angry, confused half-cocked jackass who cannot be around people. If you want any chance of him being able to come back to your family, let me try to help him.”

Troy turned back toward the window. Blue gray eyes stared straight back at him, boring into his soul.

About the Author

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Amazon Bestselling Author Hope Daniels grew up in a small resort area in Michigan where she and her husband still live today. As the third child of four, she had an exhaustive imagination. From straddling the back-porch railing as a wild cowgirl, to saving the world as Wonder Woman complete with homemade bullet stopping bracelets. She was always taking what she read and making it as real as she could, now if she could just find the wolf shifter of her dreams…  
Love of reading began at an early age, due to a first-grade teacher living next door, and her own father reading bible stories to her before bed each night. It was cemented in elementary when she discovered scholastic books, specifically Marguerite Henry’s Misty of Chincoteague. Her love of horses and reading has never diminished, even after her husband took her to Chincoteague Island for their honeymoon. 
 Daniels loves to write in multiple genre which includes her short in the Amazon Bestselling Anthology Black Magic (A Women of Urban Fantasy Production), a Contemporary and YA short in the LDLInk Anthologies and a soon to be released short story in the Encompass Ink’s All You Need Is Love Anthology releasing June 23, titled Always and Forever. She is also the co-author to the Magical Forces series books Hell In Heels, Hell On The Heart, Hell Of A Family Yule and Hell of A Night with Author Alicia Dawn.
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