by Fred Pruitt
Heroines are supposed to be pretty, if not gorgeous. Captain Nellie Moriarty had been pretty until the explosion in Afghanistan. Minus an arm and a leg, a deep gouge disfiguring her face, she had lost her career and her husband. She was reduced to living with Mom and Dad to put her life back together. Quincy Holmes was the kind of man who could see the whole person, not just 70 or 80 percent.