"Talented McKenna delivers excitement and romance in equal measure." —RT Book Reviews She's caught in her past until he shows her a future… Some things can never be forgotten. A helicopter crash in Afghanistan. Capture. Torture. Now U.S. Navy nurse Skylar Pascal is struggling to regain control of her life after a trauma that nearly destroyed her. After losing so much, an ideal job at the Elk Horn Ranch in Wyoming offers Sky something she thought she'd never find again…hope. Former SEAL Grayson McCoy has his own demons. But something about Elk Horn's lovely-yet-damaged new nurse breaks something loose. Compassion—and passion. And even as Gray works with Sky to piece her confidence back together, something deeper and more tender begins to unfurl between them. Something that could bring her back to life. But not even the haven of Elk Horn Ranch is safe from dangers. And all of Sky's healing could be undone by the acts of one malicious man…. "McKenna skillfully shows that it's all about the romance and not only the sex. After all, hard work, honesty and trust is what western romance is all about." -RT Book Reviews on The Wrangler "McKenna's latest is an intriguing tale...a unique twist on the romance novel, and one that's sure to please." -RT Book Reviews on Dangerous Prey "Gunfire, emotions, suspense, tension and sexuality abound in this fast-paced, absorbing novel." -Affaire de Coeur on Wild Woman "A fresh plot and a good blend of romance and action make this an amazing read." RT Book Reviews on Beyond Valor "McKenna's story is relevant, moving and eye-opening." RT Book Reviews on The Loner "McKenna...writes her stories with knowledge and compassion .. A must-read for anyone who loves military romance." RT Book Reviews on Down Range A U.S. Navy veteran, she was a meteorologist while serving her country. She pioneered the military romance in 1993 with Captive of Fate, Silhouette Special edition. Her heart and focus is on honoring and showing our military men and women. Creator of the Wyoming Series and Shadow Warriors series for HQN, she writes emotionally and romantically intense suspense stories. Visit her online at www.LindsayMcKenna.com. Sky Pascal moaned, tossing in her sleep on the hotel bed. Her stomach was in knots, with the pain radiating outward. She flinched and drew her legs up toward her body. The vibration of the Black Hawk helicopter surrounded her. She could smell the sweat from the bodies of the air crewmen on this flight to Forward Operating Base, or FOB, Charlie. The odor of the kerosene aviation fuel was always present. She'd been asked to fly along with Dr. Aaron Zimmerman to take a look at an Army soldier who was thought to have appendicitis. They had been over at a different FOB when the call came in. The FOBs were only forty miles from one another, and they were the closest medical team that could respond. Now the vibration of the Hawk skittered through her. Sky was on the metal deck of the medevac helicopter as it raced through the darkness to reach the soldier. She was an emergency-room trained R.N. and Zimmerman, who sat near the door, was a surgeon, specializing in internal medicine. Two other combat medic crewmen, whom she could not see, were nearby. The two pilots to her left were wearing night-vision goggles. The tension was so thick it felt like a wet blanket around her hunched shoulders. Her mind raced. She was assigned to the Army hospital at Bagram Air Base near Kabul, Afghanistan. A first lieutenant, she had three years under her belt in the U.S. Navy. It wasn't unusual for different military services to have personnel assigned to the huge, busy hospital. She loved her job in the E.R. Sky was good in a crisis—cool and calm. That was why Zimmerman had asked her to go with him as he visited the outlying FOBs. If he had to perform surgery on the spot at the FOB, he wanted someone like her with him. But now her mouth was dry, and her heart was skipping beats in her chest. She was dressed in Navy fatigues, the "blueberries" coloring standing out starkly against others who wore desert-hued uniforms. Glad to have the forty-pound Kevlar vest on, Sky lived for missions like this. They were exciting and scary as hell. She knew there was danger with any helo flight. The Black Hawk Army pilots, who were from the black-ops Night Stalker squadron, were flying high enough so the Taliban couldn't send grenade launchers up at them. However, the Stinger missiles were always a threat. One could blow them out of the sky regardless of their altitude. Sky was a knot of excitement and fear, adrenaline leaking through her bloodstream. She couldn't see through the darkness because she wasn't wearing night-vision goggles. Only the four crew members were wearing NVGs. The flight wasn't long to FOB Charlie, located three miles from the Pakistan border. There were only two platoons at the Army base. Sky was told this particular FOB was an essential stopgap measure to halt or slow down