⭐️ RELEASE BLITZ – Heartbreak Warfare by Heather M. Orgeron & Kate Stewart ⭐️

 

 

Title: Heartbreak Warfare
Authors: Heather M. Orgeron & Kate Stewart
Genre: Contemporary Military Romance
Release Date: November 2, 2018
Blurb
Briggs,Remember when I said we couldn’t speak after parting ways in Germany? It was
the day I broke your heart. What you didn’t know was that I was breaking mine
too.I thought they’d be enough–my husband and my son. That I’d get home and
everything would go back to the way it was . . .

Before the war.

Before the ambush.

Before you.

But, no matter how hard I try, I can’t erase the trauma we shared. I can’t seem
to forget the way my heart beat in time with yours.

The truth is I’m lost without you.

I thought the nightmare was over when they pulled us from that hole in the
ground, but nothing could have prepared me for the war I’d face at home.

I know it’s selfish of me to ask, but, please, I have to see you one last time.
. .

All my love,

Scottie

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Excerpt
“I need you to break my heart,” she declares, wringing her hands nervously. “Give me a reason to hate you, because wanting you this way is…it’s ruining me. It’s ruining my life.”
She is dead serious.
Lifting her chin, as if ready to take a blow, her turbulent eyes implore mine. “Tell me about them. Tell me about all of the women you’ve been with since Germany.”
“No.” I shake my head. “Hell no.”
“Oh, please, Briggs. How long did you wait? A few days?” She laughs sarcastically. “I bet you didn’t even make it a day.”
She’s coming out guns blazing, and I can see it’s physically killing her to do it.
“Are we playing the guessing game? Do I get to ask how many times you’ve fucked your husband?”
“Sure,” she says with a shrug. “We’ll trade. You go first.”
She’s bluffing, and I’m calling her on it.
“Don’t do this, Scottie. You don’t really want to hear about that.”
“Humor me, Briggs.” Her eyes plead with mine. “I need to hear this.”
“Fine. You want the truth?”
She nods.
“Complete honesty?”
Again, she bobs her head.
She stands stock-still as I pace the small room, feeling the blood begin to boil beneath my overheated skin.
Fuck it.
I stalk back toward her, stopping inches away. “You really want to know that there have been so many that I’ve lost count? How they’re all blondes with blue eyes? But the blue, it’s never right, and their smiles—all wrong.”
She swats at the fresh tears that trail down her cheeks as her lips begin to tremble. Reaching out, she places a hand on my chest, and I know that she must feel the way my heart is pounding against my rib cage, reaching for her. Always reaching for her.
I jerk myself away and brand that touch to memory.
In about forty-five seconds, my heart is going to implode. I start ticking them down.
“You want me to tell you all about how I have to drink myself stupid, till their faces
blur enough that I can pretend…” I pause running a hand down my face. “So that
I can pretend they’re you? You want to know how fucking miserable I am? How when I slide between their legs, I close my eyes, and it’s your face I see? How
I’m always careful not to kiss them because their lips are all wrong. How every
time I finish I want to fucking kill myself, because I can’t stand the pain of wanting the one woman I can never have.”
Thirty seconds.
 “Is that enough?” Her eyes snap to mine. “Hate me yet?”
Face crumbling, she gasps out a sob, wrapping her arms around her shoulders.
“Come on, Scottie. Let’s not kid ourselves. I’m still the same prick you hated when we met. Nothing’s changed. I think we’ve romanticized this situation long enough, don’t you?”
Taking another step away from her, I tilt my head. “You’re a housewife,” I say snidely. “Someone else’s wife and I’m a career soldier. This isn’t exactly ideal.”
She flinches visibly, and my heart bottoms out.
Fifteen.
I cut my hand through the air. “At the end of the day, this was nothing but a big mistake. And we never would have happened if—”
“Stop,” she cries out painfully, “stop, I’m good,” she whispers before rocketing toward the door just as I reach for her, my fingers curling in the space she just left.
Handle in hand, she looks back at me with the sweep of her eyes until they meet mine. That’s how we started, and it’s only fitting it’s how we should end.
For the moment, we’re right back there in the place we created, where we are
perfect. Where our souls line up without any visible smudge on the seams.
In a place where there is still so much love, so much that I can’t stop the tear
that slides out before batting it away with the back of my hand.
An identical tear runs down her cheek. “Thank you.”
Three. Two. One.
Heather M. Orgeron

 

Heather M. Orgeron is a Cajun girl with a big heart and a passion for romance. She married her high school sweetheart two months after graduation and her life has been a fairytale ever since. She’s the queen of her castle, reigning over five sons and one bossy little princess who has made it her mission in life to steal her Momma’s throne. When she’s not writing, you will find her hidden beneath mounds of laundry and piles of dirty dishes or locked in her tower(aka the bathroom) soaking in the tub with a good book. She’s always been an avid reader and has recently discovered a love for cultivating romantic stories of her own.
Kate Stewart
A Texas native, Kate Stewart lives in North Carolina with
her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. She pens messy, sexy,
angst-filled contemporary romance, as well as romantic comedy and erotic
suspense because it’s what she loves as a reader.
 
Kate is a lover of all things ’80s and ’90s, especially John Hughes films and
rap. She dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for
necessity, and on occasion, does very well at whiskey.

 

review-blog

*** ARC kindly provided in exchange for an honest review. ***

Heartbreak Warfare broke me. I’ve been consumed to the point that I couldn’t handle it. This wasn’t enough easy story to read especially when you read the blurb. I knew that it would lead a path of emotional torture, but it was so much more. It was really disconcerting at some point to be overwhelmed by all these things going on, how powerful the authors managed to convey the emotions to another level.

Briggs and Scottie’s heartbreaking journey gave me chills, the freaking butterflies, and all the emotions in between.

Damn it hurt…and I had to admit it wasn’t the kind of story that I would have read without hesitating. A story about people who became soldiers, fighting for their country, their family that stayed behind with constant fear of loss and especially about the atrocities they had to face and the traumatism resulting after the war.

These two soldiers had shared such a traumatic experience and this is their story, the consequences following in the real life. Told in a dual POV and sometimes more, no one would be spared, rough, tough and painful moments to come, shattering their real lives.

Somehow I understood how feelings tend to escalate quickly when you had the face the worst, in an isolated place. Briggs and Scottie’s story. A kinda messed up love brought by the darkness. It wasn’t easy, the road ahead was long and filled with inevitable heartbreak, destroying their lives before this.

I appreciated to see all the sides, from theirs to families and friends, who were sometimes unable to bring their loved ones from the hole they were sinking into. Hopeless in face of their pain. The strong impact and consequences that would destroy them as well.

I went through a range of powerful emotions. A beginning that made me smile and a great banter between the characters and then this moment when everything turned upside down.

And I’ve been holding my breath for so long, I was in that state of emotion, when I could feel too much, a very torture on its own. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. A path when they had to survive after hitting rock bottom and to find love all along the way.

This is a story that I won’t forget for sure. I’m still trying to process my thoughts… as you might guess I loved it.

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