Karen’s Killer Book Bench: Timeless (Wounded Heroes Collection Book 3) by Eileen Dreyer


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Wounded Heroes Collection Book 3


Genevieve Mallory can’t sleep. As odd as it sounds, she thinks her beach house might be haunted. She’s hearing odd sounds and having odder dreams. Then she finds a naked man unconscious on the beach, and her world gets much more frightening.

He can’t even remember how he ended up naked on Genevieve’s beach. He can’t even remember where he’s from or who he is, except that his name is Jake and he’s come to save Genevieve. Is it true, or will he jeopardize not only her heart but her life?

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Wounded Heroes Collection Book 3


As always, the dream began in hell.

She heard it first, smelled it, saw it. A long, large building with worn wooden floors. An old warehouse, maybe, with high, grimy windows and bare white walls. Nothing to dull the echoes, no shield to hide the sights.

But Gen didn’t really notice them. Not the rows and rows of cots swathed in mosquito netting, not the sighs and whimpers and cries of the men stretched out there, lined up on the floor, staining the old wood with their blood. Not the stench of death that permeated the very walls until it couldn’t be scrubbed clean. She didn’t take the time to stop for them, this once, even though her apron was stained and torn from her efforts. She lifted a hand to brush damp hair out of her eyes and hurried on.

Looking. Desperately searching before it was too late.

“Rafe,” she muttered to herself again and again as she looked into each soldier’s gaunt face and then ran on. A plea, a prayer. “Rafe, please be here.”

Genevieve O’Shea Carson Mallory knew nothing about the Civil War. But the Genevieve in this dream knew that she was in Richmond. She knew it was 1864 and Lee and Grant had been fighting over a stretch of woods that began at the Wilderness and marched inexorably her way. She’d seen the bodies, the horrific wounds suffered there, heard the unbelievable stories of dead carpeting the beautiful woods along the way. She knew that the South, her South, would soon die. But right now, she didn’t care.

“Rafe, my God, please…”

Her eyes filled with tears. Her hands clutched the full skirts of her dress, and she ran on, her heels clattering, her heart stumbling with dread certainty. She knew he was here. She was terrified she wouldn’t find him in time.


Genevieve shuddered to a stop. He was there, propped against a wall in the corner. Not even afforded a bed. Not needing one for long. Gen cried out, an incoherent rasp of grief that seemed to rend her in two. She bent to him, gently, and held his ashen face in her hands.

“Oh, my love…”

“Thank God, Gen,” he managed with a weary smile. “It is you.”

She smelled the gunpowder and grime on him, the sweet stench of the whiskey they’d given him to ease the pain. She heard the terrible rattle of his breathing. But she saw only his eyes, those sweet sky blue eyes that had so enchanted her. The grim set of that proud jaw, the tumble of raven black hair that she loved to sweep her hands through. She sobbed and bent to pull his emaciated body into her arms, knowing there was nothing else she could do. Knowing that her world had ended.

“Don’t die,” she begged, nestling his head against her breast, stroking that hair that was now so dank and limp. “Please, my love. Don’t die.”

“Oh, Gen,” he whispered, really smiling, even with his hands at his belly to hold his life in for just a little while longer. “It won’t… be so… bad…”

Her tears mixed with his and stained the floor. “I can’t live without you.”

“You… won’t, girl. I’ll never… really leave….”

“You will. Oh, you will, and I can’t bear it.” She pulled him tighter, protecting him against death, rocking him to ease the terrible pain.

“I won’t… ever. It’s a… promise… a solemn…”

And he was gone. Her husband. Her life. Deserting her when she needed him the most.

“No, Rafe, no! Come back!”

Gen came awake with a start, shaking. Sweating. Sobbing as she never had for Michael. The storm had broken, the thunder ferocious in the deep night, the lightning looking so much like the shudder of field artillery on a ridge. The house shook and the trees shrieked. A shutter banged somewhere, and the lights had gone off.

Gen scrambled to her feet. She couldn’t stay there. She couldn’t stay still, not when she was certain that she still felt the weight of that man’s head on her chest, felt the life drain from him.

She knew it was guilt, she knew it, over not having grieved more for Michael. It was the terror of abandonment that had followed her from childhood, showing up again in a horrible way. The song of her losses, from her father to her husband to her best friend, Eddie, who’d died trying to pull her from the pond when she was seven.

It didn’t matter. Whatever fomented these dreams left her sick with loss and wandering in a house that seemed to groan with almost human agony. Shadows writhed and climbed the walls. Beyond the dunes, the ocean roared, and the storm battered the windows. Gen was terrified of it, because it sounded just like a battle, and Gen had never heard a battle before. She was alone, yet she could have sworn that footsteps followed her from that terrible hallway where the dead still beckoned to her.

Meet Author Eileen Dreyer… 読書

New York Times Bestselling, award-winning author Eileen Dreyer has published 40 novels and 10 short stories under her name and that of her evil twin, Kathleen Korbel in contemporary romance, paranormal romance, historical romance, romantic suspense, mystery and medical forensic suspense. A proud member of RWA’s Hall of FAME, she also has numerous awards from RT BookLovers and an Anthony nomination for mystery. She is now focusing on what she calls historic romantic adventure in her DRAKE’S RAKES series. A native of St. Louis, she still lives there with her family. She has animals but refuses to subject them to the limelight.


Links to Eileen’s website, blog, books, etc.

Available for Pre-order on Amazon:

Other Titles in the Wounded Heroes Collection:
Jake’s Way
Simple Gifts

Website: http://eileendreyer.com/


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16 thoughts on “Karen’s Killer Book Bench: Timeless (Wounded Heroes Collection Book 3) by Eileen Dreyer”

  1. Good morning, Eileen, and welcome back to Karen’s Killer Book Bench. Like the others, I love this excerpt. So heartbreaking. Cannot wait to read this one. Thanks for stopping by to share your latest story!

  2. This has me on the edge of my seat. Can’t wait to get my hands on the rest of the book. Great to have you back.

  3. If not for blogs like this I couldn’t make an informed decision on how to spend my very limited budget. Thanks.

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