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400 pages, Paperback
First published August 8, 2014

“I miss you. Every day, I miss you. Even when you’re home I miss you, because I know you’re always going to leave again.”
“It’s an impossible thing… I don’t think you do cope.
You just survive it, one day at a time.”
“He should’ve been the one to make it. I think about that every fucking day. It should be him here. Not me. So — so I’m sorry. So, SO sorry. It should be him, but — but I couldn’t save him.”
“Raw, healing. Wounds to the body heal faster than those within."
“You deserve better than that.” Long sigh. “Better than a fucked-up mess like me.”
Women find confidence attractive. That’s a fact. And I’m no different. But there’s also something about vulnerability, and something about the kind of strength it takes to admit to vulnerability.”

Pain tells me I’m still alive, and the letter tells me why I’m holding on.
“Why didn’t you come back? You promised you’d always come back.”
“I like the way you make me feel, too. Like I’m a real man again. Like I’m more than just the soldier with scars and PTSD.”For her, it’s the chance to feel like a woman. Like she’s wanted and desired. And maybe… just maybe there is a possibility of a second chance at love.
I had my love and he was snatched away. I’m not allowed to have another love, am I?
Until I met you, I never thought I’d love again. Never thought I could, or eve should. but somehow, love came to me, in the form of you.











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"Lips touch my clavicle."
"His fingers trace idle swirls on my boobs and sternum and nipples."

"Whatever it means, whatever this becomes and wherever it goes between us, this is the culmination of so much buildup, so much emotional devastation and mental turmoil and physical anguish, so much need and desperation and heated foreplay, and it's exploding between us, through us, melting parts of my identity to his, our souls forming anew, parts of each of our essence becoming a xenolith within the substance of the other in some metaphysical ouroboros."





“You captured me, and my life changed again. For better this time.”
“Derek?”
“Hmmm?”
“What’s happening? Here, between us.”
“Hell if I know … Something wrong? Something right? I don’t even know.”
I had my love, and he was snatched away.
I’m not allowed another love, am I?
“You’re beautiful, and you are wanted. I know I’m not supposed to feel that way about you, but fuck it. I do.”
“Reagan, I’ve – I’ve never felt…like this before.” He draws a deep breath and lets it out. “I don’t know, I’m not sure if you felt…if you’re feeling what I am. Maybe I’m imagining all this.”
I breathe out a disbelieving laugh. “Derek, god. Look into my eyes, look at me, really look at me, and tell me you don’t see it. Tell me you don’t feel it coming from me.”
He laughs, too. “I see it, Reagan. But I’m scared I’m imagining it. And…I’m not sure I know what to do with it.”
“Reagan…god. Why is this so hard? He lifts his head, his eyes roaming, searching, wavering. He swallows and sighs, tries again. “I’ve never loved anyone before, Reagan. I don’t know how.”
“You’re doing just fine so far,” I tell him.>
“I love you. I’ll fight for you. For us. I’ll never give up, and I’ll love you more every day.”






“She’s worth the whole goddam world, even if all I can offer her is my fucked-up self.”
“Dreams and fantasies cannot begin to compare to the heat and strength of a man’s body against your flesh, of his mouth on yours, his chest hair tickling and scratching, his stubble scraping your upper lip and chin as you kiss and the way you can feel his muscles rippling and shifting as he begins his conquest to possess you.”
“Life hands you a lot of lemons, which means you have to be each other’s sugar, so you can make lemonade. That’s the essence of love, if you ask me. The determination to be sweet as sugar when everything around you is lemons.”


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MICHELLE'S REVIEW
This book is a standalone but if you have read Wounded, you will see Hunter and Rania in this book and it's really nice to see them again. I liked Wounded but I didn't love it the way I loved Captured- the way I loved Derek and Reagan.
I spent the first half of this book in tears because it was so damn emotional. We were with Reagan as she struggles with knowing that she married a career Marine and that his next mission, might be his last. We meet Derek as he is in the midst of war dealing with horrors and loses we can't even truly imagine. It's truly emotional and heart breaking. You will cry. It's going to happen to just get the tissues out now.
And then, as Derek and Reagan find their way to each other, Jasinda and Jack have written what I believe is one of the longest sex scenes ever written. Holy. Shit. And not only was it long, but it was damn good too. (That's what she said.)
The sex in this book was off the charts. Jasinda and Jack- if art imitates life than I applaud the hell out of you two.
I really can't give away too much of this story because it is one of those ones that you have to experience. If you come from a military household, I think it will touch you on a level I cannot even describe. I don't come from a military family and I was a wreck through the majority of this book.
My main take away for Captured is this: Read it. This is a story of love and loss. Extreme loss. It's also a story of reality. Sometimes our happily ever after is at the end of a road that seems to be shrouded in darkness, every step of the way. But it exists and you can get there.
Thank you to the Wilders for writing this story. It's a powerful one and I am sure there are many men and woman out there for whom this story rings too close to real life.
"Shit, the fear is always there... So you're afraid, every single time. If you're not, you're either crazy or a liar. I'm neither, so I'm fucking terrified."
"I act brave for you, but I hate it. I hate watching you lace up your boots. I hate watching you pack your bag. I hate watching you straighten your tie in the mirror....Please come home to me. Come home alive. No matter what, you have to come back. I need you. Our baby needs you."
“Why didn’t you come back? You promised you’d always come back.”
"I still want to live. I have to now, because I made a promise."
"You look at me like I'm beautiful, and I really like feeling beautiful again. I like it, and I don't want to give it up."
“I like the way you make me feel, too. Like I’m a real man again. Like I’m more than just the soldier with scars and PTSD and a sack load of psychological damage. Like I'm more than the fucked-up ex POW.”
"You captured me, and my life changed again. For better this time."

“She’s worth the whole goddamn world, even if all I can offer her is my fucked-up self.”
