Title: Wasted Time
Author: Mya O’Malley
Genre: Contemporary
Romance
Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing
Do you believe that some souls are destined to be together, even through hardship and deceit?
After 9-11, Declan’s heart is torn between wanting to stay with Morgan and needing to fight for his
beloved country. Knowing that the future may be uncertain, he kisses his fiancée goodbye and focuses
on his mission until that dark day from which he will never fully recover. Injured in Afghanistan, Declan
has lost more than part of his leg, he’s lost part of himself, now plagued in grief and guilt. How could he
possibly ask Morgan to take care of him for the rest of his life, being nothing but a burden to her? Which
would be more heartbreaking, feigning his own death or bringing her unhappiness every day? If only he
could eradicate her from his mind and be at peace with his decision.
Morgan prays day and night for Declan’s safe return, but when his letters stop coming, Morgan knows in
her heart that she has lost him forever. Morgan has a hard time believing in fate and destiny after her
fiancé is taken from her. With Declan gone, Morgan’s hope for true love is destroyed, but eventually
she finds comfort in the arms of another. Morgan’s new love knows that her heart belongs to Declan,
but will do any-thing in his power to stop the two from reuniting. Will Morgan eventually be able to
move on, or will Declan haunt her dreams forever?
I've come to learn that Mya O'Malley does a great job weaving together an emotional and clean romance. I was amazed at how much heartfelt emotion really was contained in these words.
Declan and Morgan have an insta-love, but that doesn't mean their connection is without problems. Their souls are so deeply connected and their love is so thorough and deep and that causes them both to find it within themselves to think more of the other person, than of themselves. Morgan doesn't want Declan to be deployed anymore than he wants to leave her, but he knows it's his duty and he can't live with himself if he doesn't go. When things don't turn out as expected, Declan comes home broken in more ways than one and can't burden Morgan with his issues. So he doesn't. And she has no idea he's alive. She's moved on with her life, but a piece of her heart just can't be given away again.
Oh, the angst and emotion! I can't imagine making life changing decisions like Declan and Morgan have to make, but they do and I loved to follow them along in their journeys. Morgan is a very sweet, kind, and beautiful woman and the kind of person you can't help but like. Even in the midst of turmoil, she still cares about others. Declan has a little streak of something--rebelliousness, anger, stubbornness--but he, too, thinks of others and is a strong and courageous man.
I love the way the story came together, but I wanted more. I think I was so engrossed in what was happening, that I wanted every little detail of their lives and I felt like some events and feelings were glossed over. The story is driven by emotion and romance, but I wanted the deeper feelings at times to really see how far they both come. There is a great element of light suspense throughout. I did find myself very involved and did enjoy it.
Content: moderate language (a lot of 2 or 3 words, but not the most offensive); mild violence (non-graphic descriptions of war and aftereffects); mild-moderate romantic elements (kissing, fade-to-black bedroom scenes with no details, aside from kissing; flirting with cheating).
My Rating: 4 out of 5 Stars
* I received a copy in exchange for an honest review*
Her face was the only thing that had kept him sane during his deployment. At this moment, however,
thoughts of Morgan had been pushed to the side for reasons of pure survival. Declan wiped the mud from his eye with a swift movement of his hand, just quick enough so that he could see again. Booming
thunder went off near and far.
Swearing under his breath, Declan closed one eye and squinted the other shut as he spied his
target. Breathe. One, two, three… he could do this. The first time he’d had to shoot
another man he had faltered, hesitated only the briefest of seconds, during which time the man escaped
his line of sight and shot a fellow soldier in the leg, causing serious injury.
This time, Declan concentrated, aimed his M4 rifle, and fired. The distinct thud of a man dropping to the ground confirmed the target had been hit.
Swiping at the sweat in his eyes from the sweltering mid-day heat, Declan gulped and struggled to his
knees. Lining up his rifle again, his neck and shoulders ached with fatigue. He bit down and gritted his
teeth, tasting dirt while fighting off the pain.
It seemed as if hours had gone by, when in fact, it had probably only been minutes when finally the
haunting sound of gunfire ceased. Not one to trust silence in any setting, Declan mentally counted
upward until he reached near fifty.
“All clear,” his buddy, Sean, called out. “All clear.”
Declan, always cautious, still maintained his position until he heard his fellow soldiers from his platoon
begin to speak. Peeking up from his ravine, Declan rose slowly to his feet as the rifle was pressed to his
side.
Surveying the damage, it appeared that several of their enemies were lying still on the ground. The man
he had shot lay still, appearing lifeless. Another man lay several feet away. It seemed the enemies had
taken off, deserting the boundaries of the mountainous terrain of Afghanistan. His platoon mates fell
silent, all business as they quickly gathered their belongings to head back to base.
Declan clutched his rifle, drawing closer to his victim. Curiosity had gotten the best of him. Fully aware
of his previous actions, Declan stepped even closer. He had never killed a man before — injured, yes,
but never killed. This man did not appear to be alive.
His heart sped up as sweat caused his fatigues to cling to his body. For God’s sake, the man looked to
have been only in his early twenties at best. What have I done? What are we doing
here? Waves of nausea rose and Declan swallowed hard.
“Hey! Step back!” Sean called out. “Move out! I repeat, move out!”
Hearing his friend call out to him, Declan turned toward the sound of his voice, realizing his mistake
seconds too late. He should have known better; he should have. But no amount of training can prepare
you for taking another man’s life.
Glancing swiftly at Sean through tear-stained eyes, he saw the movement in his peripheral vision. Sean
raced to the open dirt road. They were sitting ducks, in plain sight. The man that Declan had presumed
dead, the one he had shot, raised his own rifle and fired at Sean, who dropped instantly to
ground.
“No! No!” Declan spun his head back to the imminent threat, a moment too late. The force of the
explosion knocked him to the ground in an instant. Morgan’s face was the last thing that registered in
his mind as another shot fired, leaving his world black.
****
Clouds scattered overhead, cries of gulls bringing back another time, a different memory, sitting here
with Declan by her side. Morgan squeezed her jaw, fighting back the pain.
Months later, there was still no word from Declan. On the Internet, she had searched out his name
relentlessly but there was no mention of Declan, no death certificates and his name couldn’t be found
on any list of casualties of the war. It was as if he had simply disappeared, but that wasn’t possible and
she feared the worst. He was gone and there was no closure for Morgan, as his only living
relatives were his mom and some family living on the west coast, whom Declan hadn’t seen in years.
Even she and Declan’s old friend, Stephen seemed to be losing touch.
She could sit on this beach and watch the water forever; it was a place Declan had cherished, a place she
felt close to him. Never again would her life be the same without Declan Blake. How was she going to
make it without him?
The world was quiet and without joy for Morgan. Even Morgan’s mother nagged her to speak with a
therapist. She didn’t see the purpose of smiling or laughing when it was all forced. Constant thoughts of
Declan plagued her day and night.
Morgan nearly jumped when her cell rang. First instincts were to let the call go to voicemail, but she
knew the person calling would only persist. That’s how it had been lately; she would ignore phone calls
only to find tons of messages waiting.
It was Elle, calling for the second time that day. “Hi, Elle.”
“Where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you for hours,” Elle exclaimed.
“I don’t know, I’m just hanging out.”
“Down by the river again?” Elle inquired.
“Yup,” Morgan responded as she moved her foot around in the sand.
“Figured as much.”
Elle’s voice sounded odd, almost as if she were hearing her close by. Morgan turned to see her friend
walking toward her on the grassy path leading to the small beach.
Rising to her feet, Morgan felt tears escape. Elle was by her side, arms wrapped around her within
moments. Morgan released Elle and took a small step back.
“Oh, Elle, what am I going to do?” she sobbed.
“You’re going to live, dammit. Declan would want you to be happy.”
“How? How can I forget about him, just move on?” It wasn’t possible, she had tried, and it just wasn’t
working. Even when she was at work, she was just going through the motions; she did her job, but her
heart wasn’t the same.
“I think it’s time for you to see someone to talk about all of this. You’ve waited long enough.”
She was right and so was her mother, believe it or not. “I will, Elle. I will because I don’t know what else
to do.”
“Morgan, you’re the strongest person I know. You have so much happiness and love to share. I have full
confidence in you. You’re going to make it and come out stronger in the end.” Elle spoke through her
own tears.
“Thanks, Elle. I love you.” Morgan felt better knowing there was someone on her side rooting for
her.
Mya O’Malley was born and raised in the suburbs of New York City, where she currently lives with her
husband, daughter and three step-daughters. The family also consists of a boxer, Destiny and a ragdoll
cat named Colby. Mya earned an undergraduate degree in special education and a graduate degree in
reading and literacy. She works as a special education teacher and enjoys making a difference in the
lives of her students.
Mya’s passion is writing; she has been creating stories and poetry since she was a child. Mya spends her
free time reading just about anything she can get her hands on. She is a romantic at heart and loves to
create stories with unforgettable characters. Mya likes to travel; she has visited several Caribbean
Islands, Mexico and Costa Rica. Mya is currently working on her seventh novel.
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