A 2012 Epic Award Finalist

"The chemistry and sexual tension between Liv and Dell is sizzling. The action scenes of the book had me sitting on the edge of my seat and I couldn’t put it down. I was able to get through this novel in one day, it was that good." --Tyhada Reads

"If you are the kind of fan who can’t get enough of seat of your pants excitement, who loves terror filled moments followed by harrowing rescues and, in the mist of it all, a love affair that beckons to the romantic in us, all then go no farther. In “Don’t Look Back”, you'll find a novel to fill all those needs." --Long and Short Reviews

"In my opinion, the fact that M.J. Fredrick portrays the story in gritty and realistic terms to the very last detail made this earn a spot from my favorite reads for this year." --Realm of Romance

Blurb:
When her best friend is kidnapped in Africa, Dr. Liv Olney must return to the scene of her own horrific captivity. The only man she trusts is former Army Lt. Gerard “Del” Delaney, the man who rescued her. Even with him, she can't relinquish control of her emotions, needing to keep painful memories at bay.

In exile after a court martial that stripped him of everything, Del misses his son and his country. When Liv asks for help, his instinct is to turn away. But her courage reaches out to him and he cannot refuse, especially when she promises that she can help clear his name so he can go home.

Together they travel to Africa, where they fight warlords and monsoons, and learn to trust and hope that, together, they can find happiness and peace.


Excerpt: Del took a quick inventory—where had he been shot? He skimmed his left hand down over his abdomen before the man in front of him swayed and dropped to the ground, grin frozen, eyes open and glazed.

No pain. Del hadn’t been shot. Breath coming fast, he turned to see Liv at the edge of the jungle, the Beretta braced in her bloody hands. Her eyes, when they focused on him, were hard, hot with anger.

Then, as if changing masks, she lowered the gun and hurried forward, hopping over vines, roots, stumbling into him. He caught her against his chest. Her heart pounded under his hands.

“Jesus.” He stroked his thumb over her cheek, hot to the touch.

Leaning into him, she reached up. He flinched as her fingers brushed the tender skin of his temple.

“You’re hurt.”

He could taste her breath on his mouth, and wanted more. He watched her lips form words of concern, but adrenaline drained into another form of urgency. She’d saved his life.

The bushes rustled behind him. He whipped Liv around, pinning her to the tree, covering her body with his. Her breath came out in a grunt. He pressed so close he felt her heart beat. Together they raised their weapons in the direction of the sound.

Recognition hit a moment before his finger tapped the trigger.