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On the Home Front

ISBN # 978-1-78184-980-4

©Copyright Jambrea Jo Jones 2014

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright February 2014

Edited by Stacey Birkel

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Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN

Warning:

This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Sizzling and a Sexometer of 1.

ON THE HOME FRONT

Jambrea Jo Jones

Forgiving yourself is the hardest battle…

Peter ‘Bulldog’ Jakes killed his mother. People tell him it wasn’t his fault, but he felt just as guilty as if he’d pulled the trigger. Bulldog had always figured being in the Army Special Forces would eventually hurt his family.

Moby Edward’s heart aches for his First Sergeant and he wants to help, but Bulldog blows him off every time.

When Bulldog is forced to take leave, Moby follows, but will things out of their control ruin what could be the healing power of friends turned into lovers?

Dedication

For those of us who take the blame even when we did nothing wrong. And to Joy.

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Jeep SUV: Chrysler Group LLC

Spidey: Marvel Comics

Cujo: Stephen King

Chapter One

Peter ‘Bulldog’ Jakes stood at attention in front of his CO’s desk. They had just returned from a training mission in parts unknown and now he was hearing that his mother was dead.

Fuckin’ murdered.

How was he supposed to react? He should have been there, but no, he’d been off having fun. Most might not see it that way, but he loved everything about the Army and his position in the Special Forces. It was his life and a way out of a boring nine-to-five existence or the welfare train his brother was on.

Your leave will start now, Lieutenant Colonel Mills finished up.

It took a second for Bulldog to focus on his LT.

Leave, sir? He looked down at the LT sitting at his desk before going back to attention.

Yes, Jakes—leave. Once you’re home and get a sitrep, let me know when you’ll be back.

He didn’t lose his bearings this time. I don’t need—

This is not a request, First Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

Bulldog turned and left the room—he’d been dismissed and there was nothing he could do about it. He’d just been given a direct order to go home. Fuck. He shouldn’t be upset at the LT for making sure he was in his right mind—if he wasn’t, he could get people killed—but he didn’t want to go home and face his past.

Bulldog bumped into someone—it could have been anyone, but was it? No, it was Moby, a man he really didn’t want to see right now. If he’d been on his game, that wouldn’t have happened, but right now everything was off.

Hey, Jakes, what’s doin’, man? Moby Edward grinned.

It seemed that was all the Master Sergeant ever did. The man was happy all the time. Moby even smiled while disarming a bomb. Not that Bulldog could blame him—being in Special Forces was a dream come true and they might all be just a bit nuts. You had to love it to do what they did. It was one of the things Bulldog really admired about Moby—not that he’d tell the man he had any feelings in any kind of way because Moby would jump all over that. Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell might have been repealed, but there were just some things you didn’t let happen…like having sex with a guy in your unit. Even if Moby did have a really great smile that reached his dark brown eyes…

But Bulldog wasn’t thinking about that. He didn’t have time for Moby today. Not when he had to think about what he was heading into. It wasn’t home anymore, and if it wasn’t for his niece,