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SYNOPSIS
What happens when the man you love is now a stranger?
Lydia Hidalgo has been engaged to Clint Archer for five years. He’d been the love of her life since he’d carried her on his back out of the Mexican jungle. She knew the risk of loving a Navy SEAL, and she’d been happy to take it.
After a harrowing mission, Clint wakes up with no memory of what happened, and a brain that doesn’t feel like his own, he doesn’t know what to do, or who to turn to.
When one of his teammates needs his brand of help, he can’t turn him down, but he doesn’t know if he’s the same man he once was. With his mood swings, can he be trusted to do the job? And what about Lydia? What happens when the man she loved with all her heart, is not who he once was? Is there any way that they can find a way back to one another and finally create the future of their dreams?
This is a stand-alone, but having read book two Her Loyal SEAL, (Lydia and Clint’s first story) in the Midnight Delta series, will enhance your enjoyment. (That book is free on Kindle Unlimited.)
REVIEW
What would you do, when the man you love with all your heart, is not who he once was?
This is the second book to focus on Clint and Lydia, and is set 5 years after book 1 Her Loyal Seal (Book #2) which is one of my favorites and although you can read this as a standalone, I think you will get more from the story if you do.
This story focused on the effects of TBI traumatic brain injury.
After a mission that goes pear shaped, Clint wakes up with no memory of what happened, and a brain that doesn’t feel like his own, he doesn’t know what to do, or who to turn to. He's not the same calm and focused Clint Archer, he suffers from uncontrolled outbursts, mood swings and time lapses.
Ms O'Leary has done a lot of research and the story follows Clint's recovery, he being a SEAL of course trys to push it, and he has to come to terms with the fact he may not get to the fitness standard for a Combat ready SEAL.
Then he finds out that one of his teammates is in trouble, and he needs his help, of course he can’t turn him down, but he's still in the specialist rehabilitation center and with his brain still being swiss cheese, can he keep his head in the game?
The story also focused on how Lydia copes with Clint's injury, she's also got her own worries after realizing something from the incident when she first met Clint and it's stopping her from focusing on their future, but it's something she feels would shock Clint and effect their relationship.
What would you do, when the man you love with all your heart, is not who he once was?
This is what I found the most interesting part of this story, I loved how Ms. O'Leary kept it real, but was also glad that it all worked out in the end.
EXCERPT
He leaped over the ledge.
Whap. Whap. Whap.
Fuck!
More glass shattered. Clint was buffeted with concussions as parts of the building behind him exploded. For a split second, he felt his right foot hitting the other rooftop, while his left foot snagged the ledge.
His vision blurred. He thought he felt a hand gripping his arm.
Then his world went black.
***
“Clint!”
He was underwater.
“Talk to me.”
It was Drake. He sounded worried.
***
“He’s bleeding from his ears.”
Drake again.
“Come on, Clint, talk to me.” Was Drake pleading?
“Hand him to me.” That was Finn’s voice. “I’ve got you, Clint. Are you with me? Can you hear me?”
I’m fine.
Wait a minute. Why can’t I feel my body?
Why can’t I open my eyes?
“The terrorists are still focused on the apartment building. We’ve got to get to Mason at the rendezvous point.”
My plan worked!
“Not too fast, we can’t jostle him,” Drake said. He still sounded worried. That wasn’t right.
“Drake, we’ve got to get to safety. The sooner we can get him to a hospital, the better. We need to get over the border to Turkey.”
I’m fine. You can go fast.
“I said don’t jostle him. We’re going slow. I’m the second-in-command, you’re going to listen to me, you got it?”
Jesus, Drake, you need a chill pill. I’m fine.
But am I?
He couldn’t see. He couldn’t feel anything. Apparently, he could only talk in his head. What had happened?
“Drake, Mason just said the helicopter is almost to the rendezvous point. We don’t have a choice, we’ve got to motor.”
“Listen to me, Archer. You don’t die on my watch, got it!”
Die?
Must be bad.
“Clint, think of Lydia. You gotta be strong,” Drake whispered.
Lydia.
Clint had trouble picturing her face. Then everything went dark again.
