Saved from a deadly explosion by six-foot-two-inches of walkin' muscle in ripped jeans and well-worn cowboy boots, Sam's had to rethink the whole idea of happily ever after and decided it sounds like a damned good plan. For the Guardsman who's hot-dogged his way through a hundred-and-twelve years, one brown-eyed, curly-headed doctor has made him rethink everything he thought he knew. Happily ever after's damned sure not just in fairy tales anymore, and Lance wants his. Of course, nothing this good could come easy, right? The traitor is closing in. Everything they hold dear is hanging in the balance. There is no flight, only fight and absolutely no one better get in the way. The stakes have never been higher - this couple's fighting for forever.