Review: Solid Ground

Title: Solid Ground
Series: Wounded Love #3
Author: Megan Green
Release Date: Nov 17, 2016
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“You’re my drug Nichole…  and I don’t ever want to get clean.”  ~Joey

 Megan Green’s Solid Ground allowed me to experience the best of two of my favorite romantic genres.  It is a top-notch military romance and meaningful second-chance romantic experience that grips the spirit and encourages the soul.

In the first few chapters of the novel we are introduced to Joey Roberts and Nichole Hadley, two youths who meet as children and foster a relationship that starts to blossom into something more than just childhood “friends.”  Their connection is overwhelming and it is electric but it is ultimately thwarted and burned to ash by real-life circumstances that extinguish any hope for their desires to bloom into something more in the future.

Joey elects to join the military; he is sent to Iraq and his life is irrevocably shattered by a horrendous injury.  He returns home to his roots and joins the police force, where he encounters a second dose of life-altering events that return him to his childhood sweetheart and force him to reconsider every decision that he originally made to escape the demons of his past.

This book left an impression on me that will remain imprinted on my spirit for a very long time.

Now this is another instance where I have to keep it real, because this book angered and infuriated me to the point where I needed some wine.

*takes a deep gulp of alcohol as I continue*

There is no doubt that Megan Green’s incredible writing and the moving, rousing way that she  portrays the events that Joey and Nichole experience on the road to rediscovery inspired me to aspire for something more.

Solid Ground is truly a force to be reckoned with and yes, it will excite you at the same time that it will eviscerate you emotionally.

Solid Ground will infuriate you.

I raged while I was reading.

No joke: I had to contain myself to keep my screams at bay so that I did not dissolve into tears when the **** hit the fan in this book.

It is hard to read at times, but I can assure you that it was worth every minute that I invested into reading it.

I say so because the events that reunited Joey and Nichole shattered me and broke my heart at the same time that they provoked a deep-seeded need for me to reconsider the true substance surrounding the word  “fate.”

Please do not hate me for not elaborating further. I simply cannot expound because this is a spoiler-free review.

Just know that Solid Ground has many themes.

What I will remember most about this thought-provoking book is the manner in which that  it addresses how the invigoration of the human spirit can rejuvenate feelings from the past and reignite the power of love.

Please read this incredibly awe-inspiring novel.

I honestly do not know why it is not getting more attention because it is truly one of the finest masterpieces of the year.

That is my final word.

Overall: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Heat: 🔥🔥🔥🔥

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From piggy back rides to promise rings. Joey Roberts and Nichole Hadley were inseparable from the moment they met on the playground. Years later, with graduation looming and their future about to begin, they were positive nothing could tear them apart.

Until one bad decision.

More than a decade following their breakup, Joey returns to town after suffering a devastating injury in Iraq. With a new job on the police force and a new house to fix up, he knows he’ll have no trouble keeping his mind and body occupied.

But when a call brings him face to face with a broken and battered Nichole Hadley-Reynolds, it ignites a flame he’d long thought extinguished.

Joey was certain he’d forgotten Nichole.

Nichole doubted she still held a place in his heart.

Will this be the start of a second chance at lost love? Or will they remain floating adrift, forever in search of…

Solid Ground?

 

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You know how, in movies, when people wake up in the hospital, they never seem to know where they are? The camera fades in, and everything is sort of fuzzy as the person lying in the bed takes in their surroundings. The bright lights. The sterile smells. The way they never quite seem to be alone, regardless of whether someone is actually in the room with them. You’re supposed to feel sympathy for this character. Feel bad that they’ve gone through something so traumatic and out of the ordinary that it takes several minutes for their brain to catch up.

You know what I feel for those people?

Jealousy.

I know exactly where I am when my eyes finally crack open. I don’t get those few minutes of blissful unawareness before I remember what happened that landed me here.

I remember everything.

You see, this isn’t the first time I’ve woken up alone in a hospital bed.

And it won’t be the last time either unless you wake your ass up and do something about it, a little voice niggles at the back of my mind.

That’s also something I’ve experienced before. That voice of reason always hangs out somewhere in my head.

Too bad I never listen to her.

I brace my hands on each side of my legs in an attempt to push myself up into a sitting position. The second I put pressure on my left hand, a blinding pain shoots up my arm and into my shoulder. Glancing down, I find my hand and forearm are encased in a cast.

Great. Another broken bone.

“What did you and Daddy do this morning?”

Cade’s eyes brighten as he recounts his day, “Daddy said you needed to sleep after you got home from the hospital. So, after he picked me up from Mrs. Wilson’s house, we went to get pancakes, and then he took me to the park. Zach was there. We played on the monkey bars. I crossed them five times before I fell, Mom!”

I eat up every bit of his excitement. “You did? Wow! I bet that’s some sort of record.”

He nods emphatically. “I’m pretty sure it is. Zach was so mad. He used to be better than me, remember, Mom? But he only crossed three times. I beat him by two whole times!”

“He was amazing out there. Best monkey-bar crosser I’ve ever seen; that’s for sure,” James interjects, interrupting the moment between me and Cade.

We both turn to look at him again, and I finally register his appearance. He’s dressed nice—neatly pressed black slacks with a crisp white button-down, rolled up to his elbows. In his left hand, he’s holding a huge bouquet of red roses, arranged perfectly with sprigs of baby’s breath shooting up between them. They’re gorgeous. And I can’t stand the sight of them.

After every one of our episodes, I always get one of two versions of James. The first version is the James I’ve come to know. The James who blames me for everything. He shows up the next day, telling me he’s sorry, but if I’d just listen to him, obey him, like I vowed to do on our wedding day, then these things wouldn’t happen. It doesn’t matter that he might be angry because a judge ruled against him or that he might have had a particularly bad day at work. If he comes home and takes it out on me, it’s still somehow my fault.

And then there’s this James. I’ve only seen this James on a few occasions since the night we brought Cade home from the hospital. This James is charming. He brings flowers. He promises that things will be different from now on. That he’ll never hurt me again. That he’ll go back to therapy. He tells me how much he loves me and Cade and how he couldn’t survive without us. He apologizes for not only hurting me this time, but also for every other time before. He cries. He sobs. He tells me I’m the only woman on earth he’ll ever love. He makes me feel sorry for him.

I hate this version of James. As crazy as it sounds, I prefer the former. At least with that James, I know where I stand. I know that, no matter what I say or do, it’s never going to be right. And I’ve come to accept that things are not going to change. This is my life, so there’s no use in wishing for something different.

But then this James…this James confuses me. This James reminds me of the way things were before we were married and while I was pregnant. This James reminds me that things weren’t always so bad, and it gives me hope that things can go back. That we can be happy again. That Cade might finally have two loving parents, like he deserves.

This James is a liar. I know that. After falling for it several times before, I know nothing is going to change. Not in the long run. We might have a few good weeks following his plea where he dotes on me and Cade, making us believe we’re the most important things in his world.

But, inevitably, things go back to the way they were. All it takes is one bad day, and we fall back into the same pattern as before—James coming home angry, James coming after me, Cade running next door to stay with Mrs. Wilson until I come to get him. That’s something we established after he was old enough to understand what was going on.

“When Daddy is mad, you go next door until Mommy comes and gets you.” 

These are the things I taught my toddler. While other mothers are teaching their kids the ABCs and 123s, I’ve been teaching mine what to do while his father beats the shit out of his mother.

 

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Megan lives in Northern Utah with her handsome hubby, Adam. When not writing, chances are you’ll find her curled up with her Kindle. Besides reading and writing, she loves movies, animals, chocolate, and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line.

 
   

 

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