
Once and For All (American Valor #1) by Cheryl Etchison
Releases on May 24, 2016 by Avon Impulse
From debut author Cheryl Etchison comes the first in a military romance series about the men of the 75th Ranger Regimentâs 1st Battalion.
Rule #1: Military and matrimony don’t mix
But if there’s one person Staff Sergeant Danny MacGregor would break all his rules for, it’s Bree-his first friend, first love, first everything. Maybe he likes playing the hero. Maybe he’s trying to ease ten years of guilt. Either way, he’ll do whatever he can to help her.
Wish #1: A little bit of normal
Bree Dunbar has battled cancer, twice. What she wants most is a fresh start in a new place where people aren’t constantly treating her like she’s sick.
By some miracle her wish is granted, but it comes with one major string attached- the man who broke her heart ten years before.
The rules for this marriage of convenience are simple: when she’s ready to stand on her own two feet, she’ll walk away and he’ll let her go. But if there’s one thing the military has taught Danny, it’s that things don’t always go according to planâŠ
Order the Book:
Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines⊠Oh my!–
Undoubtedly, those serving in Americaâs military forces make for great romance characters in romance whether theyâre male or female. And in my opinion, those serving in Special Operations units are even more appealing. SEALs, Special Forces, Marine Recon, PJs, members of each demonstrate bravery, loyalty and a mental toughness most civilians could never comprehend. So why did I choose to feature the men of the 75th Ranger Regiment in the American Valor Series?
Rangers are often the first ones behind enemy lines, hence their motto âRangers Lead the Wayâ. Their objectives at the beginning of the Global War on Terrorism included parachuting in behind enemy lines, taking control of hydroelectric dams that powered entire regions, seizing airfields so American military transport trains had a place to land and performing hostage rescues. Most of their missions take place in the dark of night, through the green glow of night vision goggles. But as the war in Afghanistan and Iraq continued, their objectives changed as well and theyâve spent much of the past decade kicking in doors and taking names, literally.
At their core, the men of the 75th Ranger Regiment are known for their bravery, their physical endurance, and do their best work in the dark.
Whatâs not to love?
Excerpt
Bree Dunbar tugged on her pageboy cap in hopes of hiding the obvious. Having beaten cancer for the second time, sheâd woken up feeling stronger, more confident than she had in months. A little rebellious, even. Which is why sheâd said goodbye to the wig and hello to her stylish new cap. Only now that she was out in public it didnât seem like the smartest of moves.
People werenât just noticing her, but staring. Stopping dead in their tracks with mouths gaping open in an âIâm not even trying to hide the fact that Iâm staring at youâ kind of way. With her earlier confidence now wavering, she felt more than a littleâŠexposed.
She closed her eyes and took a steadying breath. âScrew it. Doesnât matter,â she told herself. After all, they didnât know what sheâd been through. What sheâd given up. So in her mind, feeling this good was still a milestone worth celebrating. Worthy of cheesecake, even. Who cared it wasnât even noon.
Bree shoved her cart in the direction of the bakery, where she perused the refrigerated display case. Turtle. Strawberry swirl. Double chocolate.
She sensed someone hovering and her earlier irritation reared its ugly head.
âWhen a woman is stalking the cheesecake case first thing in the morning it can only mean one thing,â a man whispered in her ear.
Bree spun around, prepared to kick this guy in the nuts and tell him exactly what he could do with his one thing, but her plan of action died the moment she laid eyes on him.
âOh. My. God.â
It had been years since sheâd seen Michael MacGregor, but he looked just the same as he always did with his preppy clothes and dark blond hair cut in a traditional military style.
âDefinitely not God,â he said with a hint of Southern twang. âGod complex? Maybe.â
With a wink and a smile, Michael extended his arms wide and Bree practically leaped into his waiting embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck. Then, just as heâd done when they were younger, he lifted her feet several inches from the ground and spun her in a tight circle. She laughed as they narrowly avoided a bread rack and towering cupcake display. Then with her feet firmly planted on the ground, he kissed her forehead and released her.
âHow you doing, kiddo?â
âIâm good. Really good,â she said with a smile. And for the first time in a very long time, she wasnât lying. âWhat on earth are you doing in town?â
âIâm on leave. Came home to visit Dad. Play some golf.â
âIn February?â
âGot to play when I can.â
Some things never changed. âYouâre still in the army, then?â
Mike scrubbed the palm of his hand over his crew cut. âStill have twenty months left on my contract.â
For as long as she could remember, he was the big brother sheâd never had. After Lily MacGregor died, it was Mikeâs job to look after his younger brother, Danny, while their father worked. And since she and Danny were inseparable for most of their youth, Mike played mother hen to her, as well.His smile slipped a bit. Bree braced herself, knowing what was coming.
âYou look good. Considering.â
And if that wasnât a wet blanket on her morning. So much for going an entire day without talking about cancer. Bree did her best to shake off the irritation. If anyone deserved a pass, it was Michael. After all, he was a doctor. And one of her oldest friends. So for him, sheâd let it slide. This time.
âConsidering?â Bree held on to her smile as best she could and took a playful swipe at his chest. âThanks so much for qualifying your statement.â
His cheeks and ears tinged pink in response. At least he had the good graces to blush.
âYou know what I mean,â he said. âAll done with treatments?â
âLast one was nine weeks ago. Just trying to get on with life now.â
âGood girl. Thatâs the right attitude.â He smiled and patted her shoulder, probably with the same bedside manner he was taught in medical school. Then his gaze drifted from right to left across the back of the store.
âHave you seen Danny? Heâs around here somewhere.â
Of course he was.
At the mention of his name, her heart stuttered in her chest. Daniel Patrick MacGregor. The boy sheâd loved her entire life. The man sheâd hated for a decade. Or at the very least, tried to.
To know he was in such close proximity made her want to jump for joy as much as run screaming for the door.
âThere you are,â came a voice from behind her. âIâve been looking all over for you.â
Bree closed her eyes, knowing exactly who that voice belonged to. And she wasnât so naive as to think he was talking to her. But now simply turning and walking away was an impossibility.
For ten years sheâd prepared herself for this moment, rehearsed what she would say if ever given the chance to confront Danny face-to-face. Only now the time had arrived and she couldnât remember a damn word of any of it. Out of options, she pasted on a smile and turned to face her demons.
Or more like one devil in particular.
âHello, Danny.â
If she had any lingering delusions his words were meant for her and not his brother, they quickly disappeared. His gaze shifted to her, then to Michael, and back to her. Confusion gave way to realization then surprise.
âLong time, no see, huh?â She smiled so hard it was a wonder her face didnât crack. And before she realized what she was doing, she leaned in to give him a quick hug. Although she couldnât remember the plan, Bree was pretty damn sure this wasnât part of it. But she recovered quickly and pulled away, giving him a little finishing pat on the arm. The kind of gesture typically reserved for old schoolteachers or distant cousins you havenât spoken with in a million years. To be honest, he didnât deserve that much affection, but she was trying to be the bigger person. Let bygones be bygones and all that crap.
Nope, no hard feelings here. No deep-seated resentment that had been festering in her heart for years.
Bree took a deep breath and turned her attention back to Michael. Even heard herself ask a million questions about who knows what and not really hearing the answers. Occasionally, sheâd glance in Dannyâs direction so as not to appear rude, but she purposely avoided looking at him too long; otherwise heâd realize the effect he still had on her.
She jammed her shaking hands into her pockets. Kept her words clipped and short to hide the tremor in her voice. Although she focused on Michael, her skin prickled under the weight of Dannyâs stare. She could practically feel all the questions waiting on the tip of his tongue. Things she didnât want to talk about with anyone, but especially not with him.
Bree glanced at her wrist only to realize she didnât wear a watch. Hopefully neither noticed. âIâd love to stay and chat but Iâve got to go. It was nice seeing both of you.â
She smiled and grabbed her cart, ready to make a hasty exit.
âWhat about your cheesecake?â Mike asked.
âI shouldnât be eating that anyway.â She waved goodbye as she rushed toward the closest aisle.
As her luck would have it, the bakery was located in the far back corner of the store. She raced toward the front door, blazing her way through the maze of shelves and freezer cases. In the detergent aisle she abandoned her half-full cart due to a temperamental front wheel that only slowed her down. Her eyes burned from unshed tears, and Bree could only hope to make it outside before the inevitable meltdown began. With the front entrance in sight, a sense of relief washed over her.
Right until a hand captured her elbow.
Giveaway Alert
About the Author

Cheryl Etchison graduated from the University of Oklahoma with a degree in journalism and news communications and has worked as a newspaper reporter, marketing coordinator and in public relations for a MLB and NHL team. Currently, she lives in Austin, Texas and is a stay at home mom to three girls. ONCE AND FOR ALL is her first novel.
Website: www.CherylEtchison.com
Twitter: www.twitter.com/_CherylEtchison
Facebook: www.facebook.com/CherylEtchisonBooks/
Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/cheryletchison

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