Scarred Hero Read online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
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Scarred Hero

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Hope Ford

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B08H5HZWNL
Book Information:

He doesn’t deserve love. She disagrees.
I spent the last year of my life trying to get over my injuries and losing my friend. I knew I was destined to be alone and never even considered that I could have love in my future. And then I met Hope.
She’s everything I’m not. She’s happy and sees the good everywhere. While I have seen the very worst in people and know what this world is capable of.
I know she deserves more than me, a man scarred on the inside and out. But no matter how much I think I don’t deserve her,
One kiss, one night has me wishing for more.
The only question is can she look past my scars and see the man I am… the man I want to be?
And will it be for one night… or forever?
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Hope Ford



1

Cole

Why did I let them talk me into this? I look around the dingy bar and the only thing that’s nice about it is the fact that it’s dark. Not completely dark, but dark enough. My brothers, the men I served with in Iraq, are on leave and they’ve talked me into coming out with them. For the last year, the only places I’ve gone are the store and doctor appointments. I try to avoid anything else. The mangled flesh on my face is not pretty, and even at the grocery store I often still end up scaring some random kid.

My buddies, already with a few drinks in them, have gone over to play pool. Not me. I’m staying at the table, nursing the beer that the pretty waitress brought me an hour ago. My eyes scan the crowd and, just like the last hundred times, I look at her. She’s a pretty woman. Long blond hair pulled into a ponytail. She has large breasts and thick thighs, just the way I like them. In the past, I would have already made a play on her. Not these days, though. Now I try to avoid any interaction at all.

I served in the military for twelve years. I always knew it’s what I wanted to do, defend my country. I started fresh out of high school and even after everything that happened, it’s still the best thing I’ve ever done in my life. I just never thought it would end like this. Subconsciously, my hand goes to the mangled skin on the side of my face. I know exactly what I look like, even without looking in a mirror. I have every piece of marred skin memorized. But even though I’ve been through hell and back, I still miss the days of being in the service. Now I work from home doing security consulting. It’s nothing like the adventurous days of my past.

“You sure I can’t get you another one?” the waitress asks me. “That has to be warm.”

She’s smiling at me and there’s an innocence in her eyes. I can see the instant she notices my face. Usually, I turn away from people, but not her. I noticed her the second I walked into the door. She’s not my usual type, not that I really have a type anymore. But there’s definitely something about her. She’s breathtaking. Maybe it’s because I know I want her, and I just want to get it over with. She’ll see my face, look disgusted, and then walk away. The anticipation will be over. I won’t have to worry about what she’s going to think when she sees me. I stare back at her and wait for it – the look of repulsion, pity, and sometimes even fear. But she just keeps smiling, and it takes me by surprise.

“I’m Hope. What’s your name?” she asks.

“Co–“ I clear my throat. “Cole.”

She sits down in the chair next to me, and I scoot backwards, not wanting to touch her. I’m barely hanging on right now, and I know if I feel any part of her softness against me, I won’t be able to contain myself.

She looks taken aback for a minute but recovers quickly. “Cole. I like that. So why do you not look happy to be here?”

I shrug my shoulders and look over at my friends laughing and having a good time and then back at her. “The bar scene’s not really my thing. My friends seemed to think I needed a night out, though.”

Does she notice that my voice sounds gravely? I don’t talk a lot, and with the noise in the bar, I’m surprised she can hear me at all.

She looks back at my friends, and when she does, my heart starts to race. It’s my own fault she’s looking at them, but I don’t want her eyes anywhere but on me. Just the thought makes me panic. Usually, I don’t want anyone to look at me. But her I do.

She turns back to me and tilts her head to the side. “So do you?”

My forehead creases in confusion. “Do I what?”

She smirks at me, almost like she knows what I’m thinking about and what she does to me. “Need a night out, silly?”

I laugh then. It’s deep and strange-sounding to me, because I can’t remember the last time I did it. But I don’t think anyone’s ever called me silly. Or at least they never would have tried. I’m six foot three and pure muscle. I barely smile, let alone laugh. But this little wisp of a thing called me silly.

She’s laughing with me but stops suddenly when a man hollers across the bar. “Get your ass back to work, Hope.”

She looks his way with disgust on her face and then back at me. The smile is gone from her face, and I clench the table, about to get up. I love her smile, and anyone that would take that away from her will have to answer to me.

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