From the Author
"Not only is Hart Broken: A Wounded Hero Romance a terrific romance story, it reflects a genre element rarely explored by contemporary authors. Annie Arcane embraces the world of a physically handicapped character many writers shy away from, especially in romance where characters are physically flawless. A combination of unusual circumstance, entertaining dialogue, tastefully written sex scenes, and realistic emotion, Hart Broken is a worthy read." -Reader's Favorite ★★★★
From the Inside Flap
Excerpt containing spoilers
Cale grinned crookedly as she swung a leg over and straddled his hips. "Hello, beautiful."
"Hello, handsome," Mickey purred seductively and let her eyes roam leisurely across his entire upper body. Her hands followed suit soon after, examining every inch of solid muscle on this gorgeous man until...
She noticed something of particular interest and paused with a tiny frown. "Cale?"
Mickey glanced up to see that his eyes were closed. She traced a finger delicately over the scar running the entire distance of Cale's left clavicle. "What's this from?"
"Broke my collarbone. They had to put a metal plate and seven screws in there." He chuckled slightly before adding, "And a few loose wires, I think."
Instantly, she felt Cale stiffen as he muttered tersely, "I fell."
Oh. Must have happened in the same accident...
Mickey slowly drew her fingertip down the center of his chest and the delectable length of his washboard abs.
She paused to swipe lightly across his navel and whispered, "Can you feel this?"
Continuing south along his tiger line, Mickey heard Cale draw in a sharp breath as she approached the invisible partition. It was halfway between his navel and the waistband of his pants. It was where she could see his taut muscles suddenly vanish.
Don't do it...
She carved a gentle path from hipbone to hipbone, right along the obvious divide. "How about this?"
He swallowed hard. "Yeah..."
Hesitantly, Mickey trailed even lower, crossing over to the other side of that fence, feeling the lax muscles yield under her timid touch. She'd seen enough to know that Cale couldn't move his legs voluntarily.
But can he feel them?
She dragged a horizontal line across his skin, breathing, "And this?"
Cale immediately seized her wrist and in a blur, Mickey found herself flipped onto her back, staring into the sparkling emerald abyss only inches away. The weight of his chest pressed her into the mattress.
"We have better things to do," he murmured huskily, a provocative smile tugging at his lips, "than talk."
With a soft gasp, she grabbed a fistful of my hair as I tilted my head and burrowed kisses into her neck.
I couldn't believe it.
How she responded to my touch. Eagerly. Impatiently. As if she wanted nothing else.
It blew my mind.
How her tight little body arched up to meet mine. Instinctively. Desperately. As if she couldn't possibly get close enough.
It blew my fucking mind.
How her ankles locked together at the base of my spine. Securely. Possessively. As if she would never let me go.
"Mickey," I breathed urgently, attempting to pry one of her perfectly toned limbs from around my waist.
She made a disapproving sound and brushed my efforts away.
Chuckling slightly, I gave her thigh a gentle pat. "I need some room to work here."
As she reluctantly loosened her hold, I slipped a hand between her legs and nearly unraveled on the fucking spot.
"Jesus Christ, Mickey," I growled hoarsely, the words barely managing to scrape past my throat. She was so damn wet that I muttered another curse aloud before pulling back to look down at her.
Obsidian eyes stared back at me. Glowing with unmistakable desire. Burning with nothing but lust.
"I want you..."
I was in trouble.
"I want you so bad..."
Okay, I wasn't really in trouble.
Because when she whispered my name in that low, sexy purr...
Something inside of me broke. Hell, it didn't even break. It crumbled. Into dust.
As she trembled beneath me, fingernails clawing painfully into my back, I groaned and captured her mouth with mine.
I was fucking doomed.