

Operation Amethyst takes the reader on an immersive historical journey with chilling twists and turns through war-torn Vietnam at the height of the War.
A trail of secrets, in a faraway land could shatter the fiery American Prima Ballerina’s glamorous lifestyle.
Captain Elijah Corrington’s mission: To keep the American prima ballerina, Elyse Booker, safe from North Vietnamese Army and the auction block.
He quickly learns she’s not going to make this the easiest mission he’s ever faced.
A family’s legacy of serving in the Marines Corp. The war-hardened marine, Elijah, is used to having his orders followed without question. She is fiercely independent and, at times, mischievous. Elyse, oblivious to the danger she’s facing is not about to take orders from some arrogant, handsome, stubborn marine.
Three tours of duty could not prepare the Captain for the toughest battle of his life.
Or for the Promise of Passion and Love. . .
For the lovers of Ellen Marie Wiseman’s, The Orphan Collector, Leesa Wright has brought her love of history to life in this new 20th Century Historical Fiction Romance.
OPERATION AMETHYST is available now. Come and be swept up in this romantic saga set in the midst of the Vietnam War.
Elyse woke with the arm of the Captain around her waist, his hand resting on the curve of her hip. Her head laid on his chest. She made a sound that was more of a kitten’s mew.
Elijah looked down into her face. “Good morning, brat.”
Elyse’s sleep-fogged brain couldn’t comprehend his sarcasm, so she snuggled closer to his chest and sighed her contentment. Elyse’s eyes flew open when she realized her head lay on his chest and her proximity to him. She sat up, her hands splayed on the ground, and she stared into his gorgeous brown eyes. My breath. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth.
“I think I need a toothbrush,” she said.
~*~*~
He was stunned into silence as his eyes roamed her face, her tousled hair, loosened from her bun as she had slept, fell in soft waves to curl around the curves of her breast and hips. The cleavage she unknowingly displayed, and that delightful tiny mole on the top of her left breast. Her eyes, Purple? No, amethyst. Porcelain skin and pink pouty lips. He had never seen a more beautiful woman, and he shook his head to clear his thoughts. Focus man, focus.
He leaned over and grabbed his rucksack. Opening a side pouch, he pulled out a spare toothbrush still wrapped in clear plastic and handed it to her.
“I guess I came prepared.” He handed her his canteen. “It’s Kool-aid.” “You brush your teeth with Kool-aid?” she asked incredulously.
He gave a wry grin. “Not just any Kool-aid, grape Kool-aid. Fresh water when we can find it can be nasty. This covers the taste of the iodine pills we use to sanitize the water.”
He picked her bobby pins off his chest and the ground next to him and handed them to her. “You have ten minutes then we move out.”
“Seven men were ready within ten minutes. You took twice as long.” The Captain stated as she moved to pass him on the path.
“Girl. I had to brush my teeth, wash my face. Thank God Mountain had water. I had to fix my hair and eat another nasty C-ration. I thought I did pretty well.”
He grunted, rolling his eyes in response.
Leesa makes her home in the Twin Cities metro area with her husband and her two dogs Rosie and Jax.
When she isn’t writing she enjoys gardening, painting, and reading romance novels. She and her husband also enjoy movies, traveling, and entertaining their two grown children along with several beautiful grandchildren.
Leesa’s favorite romance authors are Kathleen Woodwiss, Christine Feehan, and Johanna Lindsey.
The book’s inspiration came one night from a dream about the characters, a song, and the story around them.

Hollywood’s hottest bad boy. A college girl with a dark past. One unforgettable spring break fling.
He’s the first thing she sees when she wakes up. He’s sexy. His eyes are filled with desire. She doesn’t know him, but she wants him.
They had everything, but after one night in LA, it all starts to crumble.

“I loved that this story showed a real, raw and passionate side of two people lost trying to fight and find their way back to one another..I loved the journey back to healing. This book was pretty amazing. Definitely a book for anyone who believes in fighting for what they love.” ~ A Beautiful Book Blog
Throwback is an amazing story of love and marriage truly are all about. This story kept me up nights so I could find out what happened next. -Goodreads reviewer
I absolutely loved this book the moment I started reading it. I was cheering, crying, and yelling for Livy and Jeremy throughout their ups and downs. Well worth the time! -Amazon reviewer

I nod. No time for words. Back to kissing, please. He gets the message and kisses me again. His lips move away from mine and to my jawline and neck as he lowers me to the floor. My whole body is tingling, and my heart may just literally explode. What a mess that would be. The first guy who actually makes me feel this way and I might just die before we even do anything serious.
He puts his hand under my shirt and brushes it over my stomach.
“I’ve wanted to touch you since the first time I saw you, but I was scared you’d kick my ass.”
I laugh.
He kisses my neck again and moves to my collarbone. He slides his hand up, still under my shirt, and runs his fingers over my bra. The sensation I have from the kissing and from his hands working simultaneously is overwhelming. I let out a tiny groan of my own.
“God, Livy. You are so fucking sexy.”
He said my name.
My body is going to burst into flames.
I never want this to end.
JEREMY
She’s fucking with me again and trying to make me squirm. She’s using confrontation as an intimidation mechanism, and I feel like she’s testing me to see if I’ll forcibly deny that I was checking her out or own up to my automatic masculine tendencies.
I feel like if I’m going to have any chance of getting her number—hell, even her name at this point—I should choose option B.
I look her square in the face and give her a good, confident smile. “Actually, I did.”
Looking at her eyes, I notice the sinister quality is fleeing and being replaced with slight surprise and a hint of satisfaction. “Hmm. A guy who admits he was checking out the goods. I like that.”
“Well, I didn’t figure you’d be wearing those jeans if you didn’t want people taking a peek.” I decide to go for a little teasing of my own. “And as long as I’m being honest, you know what else I checked out?”
She looks at me just like I thought she would. Like she knows I’m going to say her boobs. Or rack. Or tits. Or whatever other off-color term you could use to describe breasts. The smile leaves her face, and she gives me a look of disappointment. I admire that even though she is let down, she still locks eyes with me, awaiting my response. It makes me wonder if she’s had this exact same conversation countless times before. She gave me a little honesty, and she thinks I’m about to take advantage of that vulnerability.
How the fuck can I tell all of this about her just by looking at her face?
She leans into the bar and gets closer to my face. At the V of her shirt, the fabric loses connection with her skin, and if I were looking in that direction, I’d probably be able to get a great view of what was hidden underneath. But my eyes do not leave hers. “Yeah, what’s that, stud?” she says in a monotone but enunciates the d in the word stud, nearly making it its own syllable. She’s indicating that I need to choose my next words wisely.
I wait before I answer and stare at her for a few seconds. She looks so sad, like she wanted me to be different. There was a small glimmer of hope in her face before, and now it’s been extinguished.
I want to reignite it.
Here goes nothing.
“Your eyes,” I finally say. And, as I assumed, that takes her by surprise. But her reaction is hardly noticeable. I only see the minor adjustment of her face. Her eyes widen ever so slightly, and there is just the tiniest bit of a grin on the left side of her lips. But the best part is that I see the hope again.






Life was roses.
I was happy. I had my dream job. I’d finally fallen in love with the man who’d been waiting for me since he was a boy. Soon his four years in the Army would be over, and we’d be together forever. My perfect life was squarely in my palm.
And then it was snatched from me.
The harshest, cruelest truth became my reality.
And I turned into a shell of my former self.
Then a stranger arrived, wearing Army fatigues and closely cropped dark hair.
Fulfilling a promise to his comrade-in-arms brought him to my front door.
And the focus of his promise, it turned out, was me.
His mission was simple:
Care for me.
Heal me.
Bring me back to life.
But what started out as an uncomplicated mission is quickly turning personal.
He came here to take care of me.
But neither of us expected how much he’d need me, too.
And we definitely didn’t expect these feelings.
My broken heart knows how wrong it is.
We’ll fight it, harder than we’ve ever fought anything.
But I’m afraid to win, and I’m even more terrified to lose.
Of all his missions, I may be his most dangerous.





Jennifer Millikin is a contemporary fiction author of five full-length novels and a contributor for Scottsdale Moms Blog. When she isn’t writing she can be found cooking, hiking, or in downward dog.
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