A military romantic suspense novel Major Cecelia Livingston isn't a soldier-she's a doctor. A damn good one. Trained in trauma, decorated with credentials, and hardened by deployment after deployment. But none of that matters the second she steps off the chopper and onto the dirt of an unofficial base that technically doesn't exist. Because the man waiting for her isn't interested in her rank. Or her reputation. Or her orders from command. Lieutenant Colonel Rhys Callan runs one of the most elite black ops units in the field-covert, brutal, and untouchable. He doesn't lose men. And six months ago, he buried his medic. He's not about to risk another one just because someone higher up decided to assign him a field doctor with no combat scars and too much heart. She's not welcome. He doesn't trust her. And he's made that painfully clear. But the mission clock is ticking. Tensions are rising. And when everything explodes-as it always does-there'll be no room for weakness, and no room for mistakes. She's determined to earn her place. He's determined to make sure she never gets close enough to try. In a war where survival depends on control, discipline, and silence, what happens when the one person you don't want in your world becomes the only one you can't lose? Ranks as of 10/21/2025 #7 enemiestolovers #1 Military #1 Medic #1 soldierxdoctor #2 romantic-suspense #1 Army https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1C9BASr67XDbbgRLI6I7Qw?si=Ip8j_egHS-KWYO4WMJaFXQ&pi=dF0Ve50cTfS_M

Just one touch wouldn't hurt, right? Those were Olive's last thoughts before she mindlessly touched a time machine, which then transported her back to prehistoric times. Scared and alone, she didn't even notice the giant caveman coming up behind her, ready to make her his in every way a Mate should.

He bought her to save his factory. She married him to save her family. Neither expected to survive each other. 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘖𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘖𝘧 𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘵.

❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.❞ 𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘺. 𝘡𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯'𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳.𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘺. Solène Marceau thought love would save her. Instead, it swallowed her whole. Ansel Laurent doesn't love―he consumes. His touch... a burn. His words... a leash. His presence... a suffocation. His love... a slow and painful death. She should have run the first time his grip tightened, the first time his whispered words curled around her throat like a promise of things to come. But she didn't. And now, he won't let her go. Zavien Amato was supposed to be her escape... his unrequited love fueling his desire to protect her, the one person who saw the girl beneath the wreckage, the one who would tear the world apart to pull her from the fire. But Ansel isn't just the fire―he is the burning. And if Solène dares to run, if she dares to reach for a life without him, he will drag her back into the dark with bloody hands and a smile. She is his. And... If he can't have her... no one can.

This book is my life laid bare - a story of pain, loneliness, and mental chaos that most people don't see. It's about the slow, unbearable unravelling of a mind caught in the grips of depression, anxiety, trauma, and heartbreak. There's no sugarcoating here. No fairy tales or hopeful endings. This is a glimpse into what it feels like to be completely lost inside yourself, where every day is a battle to hold on, even when you don't know what you're holding onto anymore. I write about the nights filled with overwhelming silence that screams louder than any words. About the weight of memories and pain so heavy it crushes the light out of your life. This story doesn't shy away from the darkest parts: the thoughts that haunt you, the self-hate that grows quietly, the invisible scars left by emotional abuse and trauma. It's about fighting to survive when it feels like there's nothing left inside you but broken pieces. But more than that, it's about the truth of living with a mind that doesn't always want to be healed, a heart that keeps breaking even when you try to protect it, and a soul that longs for peace but only finds pain. I'm not telling this story for sympathy or comfort. I'm telling it because this is real. Because sometimes, the only way to breathe is to say out loud what hurts the most. If you're tired of pretending everything's okay, if you've ever felt like no one truly understands the storm inside your head, then this book is for you. It's not easy to read - but it's real, and it's mine. Welcome to my garden of dead things.