Operation: One Night, One War

Operation: One Night, One War

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Everyone fears Major Alexander Draven. At twenty-nine, he's the youngest Major to command an elite operations camp buried deep in the burning sands of Iraq - a man born from a dynasty of power and politics. His father runs corporations and elections alike. Alexander? He runs a battlefield like an empire - cold, precise, merciless. No soldier crosses him. No enemy survives him. No one touches him - until her. Lyra Brooks was never supposed to end up here. She's just the pretty army doctor with a smile too perfect to trust. Lyra knows how to stitch up bullet wounds but not her own scars. She keeps her heart locked away behind sarcasm and late-night drinks. But here she is, buried in blood and sand as a Field Surgical Resident with the U.S. Army Medical Corps. One drunken night. A bar miles from base. A man everyone fears and a woman who pretends she doesn't fear anything at all. One night of brutal, wordless heat neither of them ever mentioned again. Until now. When the two pink lines appear in the harsh white light of the medical tent, Lyra knows one thing for certain - Alexander Draven cannot find out. Not now. Not here, never. But war doesn't care about secrets. Danger doesn't care about mistakes. And Major Draven? He does not like being kept in the dark.
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