Healing Hearts 1: Warrior Angel

By: Dixie Lynn Dwyer

Kai vows to never love another, and now her life’s work is to help every soldier in need, every law enforcement officer, every first responder, so that no one is left behind.

Kai is known as the warrior angel, the woman who started Guardians help and has been a life saver to those in need. Helping soldiers get the assistance they need—medical and psychological—and transitioning back into civilian life, as well as law enforcement officers and others who suffer from PTSD. Kai want to give them hope for a new life, a happy one, yet she has given up on love and accepted to never love again.

The last thing she expects is fall in love with three men that represent everything she fears, and yet everything she is drawn to. After losing her brother, a State Trooper killed in the line of duty, and failing to keep her soldier boyfriend alive as he slowly fell deeper and deeper into depression, she doesn’t think she could ever be in a relationship with a soldier or a cop.

Zayn, Thermo, and Selasi have got it all. The emotions, the toughness, Special Forces, law enforcement, PTSD, stubbornness, and then some, but somehow they fall in love.

She’s resistant, and it nearly costs her everything.


Dear readers,

Thank you for purchasing this legal copy of Warrior Angel.

I dedicate this series to all the men and women in uniform. Our military, our police, our fire fighters, paramedics and all first responders as well as those that love them and support them.

It isn’t easy. Just as they have a calling to protect and serve, those that love them have a calling to be supportive, empathetic and proud. God Bless.

Happy Reading,




People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.

My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.

Being that my momma’s families were descendants of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.

Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.

I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.

Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.

Enjoy Warrior Angel and allow your imagination to soar freely.


“I love you so much, Edison. We’ll get through this. Together, I know we’ll get through this,” Kai Devaro whispered. She pressed her lips against his head as he rocked slightly against her. He was shaking. She could feel it, and a tear escaped her eye. She was trying so hard not to cry. To not let him know that this was killing her, to see such a strong, amazing soldier, boyfriend, and future husband feeling such pain. That twinge of fear caused an unsettling in her gut. She tried not to show that either. Afraid of the violent side to these things, and what his hands could do to her when he was out of his mind. She squeezed her eyes tight and breathed softly, remaining calm as she learned to do.

Edison tilted his face up toward her. She was holding him from behind on the rug, right next to the bed. She pressed her lips to his forehead. He closed his eyes. Held him in her arms as he stared at the wall, having another one of those episodes. An episode? Why did the doctors call them that? How did zoning out, getting lost in thought, turn into episodes? Being violent one minute and the next crying and rolled up into a fetal position. She caressed him, held him close, and he was so much bigger than her. His muscles huge. His body more than a foot and a few inches taller than hers—a masculine soldier, a trained killer—and he lay in her arms like a small child. It upset her, but it killed him inside for her to see him like this. She just knew it. He begged her to leave him. To be free of his abuse, of the emotional and physical damage he had done to her over the year, and yet she remained. She knew it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t mean to strike at her, especially in bed at night when the demons attacked his mind.