MORE THAN A SOLDIER
Veteran's Heart #2
by
Irene Onorato
Releasing June 6th, 2017
Lyrical Shine
Releasing June 6th, 2017
Lyrical Shine
Genre: Inspirational Romance
Review Posted on May 11th, 2017
In More Than a Soldier (A Veteran's Heart #2) by Irene Onorato, after she discovered her boyfriend was cheating on her, Cindy Giordano has felt a little lost. Of course, she's angry and may never get over the betrayal, so instead, she's determined to pour all her energy into finding and meeting her brother, Edward. Except a simple meeting leads to so much more when she meets Hank Fleming, a scarred former special forces soldier that has survived a lot and still manages to see the best in life. However, with her ex determined to make her life a living hell, how can Cindy even think about giving another man a chance? Click to read the rest of the review.
There’s more than one way to be a
hero . . .
Former Special Forces soldier Hank
Fleming is living a safe, quiet life in upstate New York, but there
are days he isn’t sure he’s going to make it. The sole survivor
of a devastating grenade attack in Afghanistan, he is still scarred,
physically and emotionally. He hangs on to his faith and tries to
keep moving forward, waiting for the day that something—or
someone—can make him feel whole again.
Cindy Giordano is searching too—for
her biological family and a fresh start. When her journey to find her
brother, Edward, leads to Hank’s front door, she is instantly drawn
to Hank . . . and instantly wary. With her ex-fiancé’s betrayal
still fresh in her mind, friendship is about all she can muster.
When shadows from Cindy’s past
threaten, Hank’s protective instincts shift into high gear, and he
realizes everyone has their own battles to fight. But the road to
healing would be much sweeter with the right person by his side . . .
Cindy Giordano hurried across the parking lot, threw open the door to
Wallis and Jameson Architectural Designs, and stepped inside. A glance at
the wall clock brought a sigh of relief. Even with traffic nearly gridlocked,
she’d managed to arrive at work a few minutes early.
The receptionist didn’t return her smile.
"Good morning, Chloe. I thought I’d be late for sure. A tractor trailer
was overturned on Parkview and—"
The usually cheerful and perky Chloe sat chewing her bottom lip, and
worry lines creased the area between her brows. She strangled a No. 2
pencil with a nervous twisting motion as she rose to her feet.
"Is something wrong?"
"Ricky said to send you to his office as soon as you got here."
Next to Chloe’s desk, a corridor passed through cubicle city to the far
wall where the passageway split into a T. The table that held the coffee
urn, stacks of Styrofoam cups, and fixings stood strangely silent. A man
peeked over a white partition in her direction but turtled his head back
into concealment when their gazes met.
"What’s going on? Why is it so quiet back there?"
Chloe’s pencil snapped in half with a pop. She flinched. "You’d
better go see Ricky."
"Okay, I’ll do that now."
Rick Jameson’s door stood slightly ajar. Cindy gave a light rap with her
knuckle and pushed it open more. "You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, please come in, close the door, and have a seat." He motioned to
a leather armchair.
Cindy sat with hands folded atop her purse. "What’s up, Ricky? Why
the hangdog look, and why’s everyone so quiet this morning? It’s like a
tomb out there in the cubes."
The boss ran a hand over his salt and pepper hair. "There’s no decent
way to segue into this, so I’ll just come out with it. You’re a good kid, and
I like you. But, I’ve got to cut back on staff, and I’m going to have to let
you go. Sorry, kiddo."
"Have I done something wrong?"
"This has nothing to do with your performance. I couldn’t be more
pleased. We’re in a bit of a slump and not making enough money right now.
We decided to lay off the person with the least seniority. Unfortunately,
that happens to be you. Let me know if you need a reference for your next
job." He slid an envelope across the table.
Cindy picked it up. "What’s this?"
"It’s your final paycheck and a little something extra to let you know
how sorry I am."
She tucked the envelope into her purse, stood and extended an arm
across the desk.
Sadness filled her boss’s eyes as he cupped her hand between his.
"Thanks for giving me a job, Ricky. It’s been nice working for you.
You’re a good man."
His lips lifted into a frail smile. "Right now, I don’t feel like
such a good guy."
"Well, you are." Cindy went to the door, opened it and looked back
before stepping through. "Take care."
Irene Onorato was born and raised in
Bronx, New York. Her father, a first-generation American whose
parents were born in Italy, was an Army veteran who had served with
the 178th combat engineers during WWII. He told numerous stories of
battles, hardships, tragedies and triumphs. The glimpses he gave into
the hearts of many American warriors would later become the
inspiration for much of Irene’s writings.
In 1972, a few months after graduating
high school, Irene met James Onorato, a soldier who had just returned
from Vietnam. After dating two weeks, they married, raised three
children, and are still happily married today.
Irene and James, both radiation
protection technicians, retired from the nuclear power industry in
2014 and now reside in Louisiana. Readers can visit Irene’s website
at ireneonorato.com, and find her on Facebook.
I can’t help but love them. My father, brother, husband, and son all served in the U.S. Army. When I first started writing, it seemed quite natural for the heroes in my stories to be active or former military men.
More Than a Soldier, my latest novel, features a wounded hero who was the sole survivor in an RPG attack. Despite losing an eye and the hearing in one ear, Hank Fleming maintains a positive attitude and is determined to live his life to the fullest. Now medically discharged from the Army, Hank meets Cindy Giordano, his foster brother’s biological sister, and falls hard for her.
The road to happily-ever-after is paved with plenty of potholes. For Hank, latent PTSD manifests itself in terrible dreams that make him relive the day of the explosion and mourn the deaths of the men who were killed. And for Cindy, betrayal by a former fiancé keeps her heart locked up tightly. Hank hopes he is the key that will free Cindy and allow her to love again.
More Than a Soldier is the second book in the Veteran’s Heart series. Though a stand-alone novel, characters from A Soldier Finds His Way are carried over and several new ones are introduced.
So, what was my inspiration for writing about a wounded warrior with PTSD? As a child my room was next to my parent’s bedroom. Dad worked nights and slept during the day. I would often hear him cry out in his sleep, reliving the horrors of WWII. For him, sleep opened a gateway to a forever war. Lodged in the vertebra in the back of his neck he carried an inoperable piece of shrapnel. While the headaches it initially caused had disappeared over the years, the protruding lump served as a reminder of the battles he’d fought and the men he’d served beside.
More Than a Soldier cannot erase the ongoing trauma my father lived, but it serves as a reminder to me—and hopefully others—of the sacrifice of our military. And in some small way as a tribute to my dad and the hero he was.
I wasn't a fan of this book, which was weird because I loved the first book of the series.
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