A Soldier's Homecoming
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He feels Nat step closer rather than sees or hears it. Strong hands seasoned by deadly skill and the memory of a hundred horrible acts rest lightly on his waist. But if her crimes number one hundred, James' number three. He dares to meet her gaze. Natalia watches him carefully. Her whisper is low. "You were looking a little lost, soldier." (Cover art by my talented sister.)