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Thursday, November 21, 2013

Excerpt and Giveaway Uniform Desires (Make Mine Military) by Melissa Schroeder, Delilah Devlin, Sharon Hamilton, Cat Johnson, Elle James, J.M. Madden

Published: November 11th, November


UNIFORM Desires: Six Military Romances 

Infatuation by USA Today bestselling author Melissa Schroeder
To prove her love and save her man, she has to go above and beyond the call of duty

SEAL's Honor by award-winning author Elle James
Two Navy SEALs jeopardize their lives and hearts in a battle-torn land when they vie for the love of one sexy Night Stalker helicopter pilot

SEAL the Deal by national bestselling author Sharon Hamilton
A SEAL's nightmare of a promise given at his sister's deathbed gives him the woman of his dreams

Dangerous Liaison by national bestselling author Delilah Devlin
A pampered travel agent escapes through the jungle with an undercover DEA agent when a drug lord mistakes her for a rival's daughter

Her Forever Hero by bestselling author JM Madden
When the boss's pregnant, unwed daughter needs rescuing, disabled Marine Grafton Parks proves he's still a hero

Cinderella Liberty by NY Times & USA Today bestselling author Cat Johnson
A weekend liberty leads to unexpected passion between a Marine and his best friend's sister, but he must survive seven months in Afghanistan to get back to her.


Excerpt - Dangerous Liaison by Delilah Devlin

After twenty minutes under the rusty spigot that served as a communal shower, Maya draped her towel around her shoulders to keep her damp hair from soaking her shirt and headed back toward her cabin.

Her teeth chattered. However humid and warm the air, the water came straight from a stream that trickled down the side of a mountain. In her opinion, the training camp took “roughing it” to extremes. A warm bath wouldn’t have been construed as coddling—just necessary to unkink shoulders still sore from the kick of a rifle butt and a neck too tight after her hair-raising drive in the countryside.

Inside her cabin, she opened her tiny closet and stared at the clothes she’d brought for her adventure vacation. The silk dresses and slinky sandals she’d packed were useless in this environment and would be overtly inappropriate for what she had in mind, so she chose khaki cargo shorts and a tight-fitting black tee.

Sure, she’d also wear her hiking boots since snakes and eight-legged critters crawled around the forest floor, but she’d slip them over a pair of black fishnet ankle socks with a flirty, lacy fringe.

No way would Angel miss her little rebellion against the grim strictures of the school. Besides, the shorts left a long, tanned expanse of trim thighs and calves should he want to peek.

She hoped he wasn’t so uptight he’d miss the invitation. This was her vacation, after all, and there was nothing as delicious as a little fling far from home to keep a girl…happy.

Bending in front of a small mirror, Maya applied a thin stroke of gray to her eyelids and clear, glossy mascara to her thick black eyelashes, then finger-combed her curly hair. When she was through, she stared at the woman who was a far cry from the suited business person with the sleek French braid she was back in Chicago.

What would Angel see? Her brown eyes looked enormous, her nude lips, pink and pouting. Without a push-up bra, her breasts sprang like small round apples supported only by the slim-fit of her cotton shirt.

With three days of training left, she didn’t have time to play coy. She wanted him. Her nipples beaded, tightening at the thought of his gaze lingering over her breasts. Did he prefer a more ample set, or would he find hers exactly to his taste? A groan escaped at the image her thoughts created.

She let herself out of her cabin and strode toward the rustic dining hall, wondering why she cared. Why she wanted him so badly. He’d gone out of his way to make sure she got his message loud and clear. His actions fell just short of warding off her every look and “accidental” touch with a cross and holy water. Was she simply intrigued by the challenge of breaking through his personal Kevlar-coated no-playing-with-the-clients rule?

But she was getting to him. The stiffness of his back when he’d held her close, the tell-tale twitch of the impressive man-o-meter between his legs told her so.

Still, why was she so obsessed with this particular man? After ten years of “testing” vacation packs for clients, she’d had her fill of anonymous flirtations with the locals. Not a prude by any stretch of the imagination, she’d indulged a time or two and left her lovers behind, feeling only mild regret.

This time, however, she knew she courted real heartache. Besides the deep, sensual ache she wanted him to assuage, she thought a chance existed for a real connection. Because for once, she wasn’t the one in charge. Wasn’t the girl issuing glib, caustic barbs while leading a man on a chase they both knew was just a game—won quickly, effortlessly. A guilt-free, entanglement-free orgy of lust. An experience gobbled up quickly like fast food and forgotten.

This time, she wanted to savor the journey. Not that she wasn’t ready to jump his bones this very second. But if she got the chance, she wouldn’t be so eager to slide from between his sheets and leave.

Most delicious of all, she had the feeling he wasn’t the kind of guy to let her.

The drone of the generator led her toward the dining hall, and she stood in the shadows outside, peering through the dusty windows for a glimpse of Angel.

She didn’t find him at any of the long tables and turned, determined to track down her quarry. Perhaps he’d opted for that beer. She backtracked to the barracks where the trainers slept and caught a glimpse of a familiar set of broad shoulders heading toward the isolated shower hut.

A smile stretched her lips at the naughty thoughts running through her mind. Keeping to the deepening shadows next to the cabins, she followed stealthily behind him.

Wearing only slacks with a towel hooked around his neck, a T-shirt wadded in his hand, his back was bare for her to ogle. The deep indention down the center was bordered by thick muscles. God, what might a man do with all that strength and power when focused on a woman’s pleasure?

She couldn’t wait to find out.

When the coiled spring hinges slammed the door behind him, she snuck up to it and flipped the wooden sign from “Men” to “Women.” Since only one other woman was in the camp, a mousy student in wire-rimmed glasses, she knew the chances were slim they’d be interrupted.

Inside the hut, a long wooden bench stretched along one side of the wall. His clothing sat on top of it in a neat, folded stack. She slipped off her boots and socks, tugged her tee over her head and sauntered toward the entrance of the second room, following the sound of running water.

A crumb of modesty had her keeping on the shorts, but she flicked open the button at the top and slid down the zipper halfway to bare her lower abdomen. Maybe he would think she really was there to shower, but had mistaken the sign outside.

One naked light bulb glared from the ceiling of the shower room, shedding just enough light for Maya to get an eyeful of the rugged perfection she’d lusted after since she’d arrived at ADR, Inc.’s Executive Security Training Camp.

His back was to her, his face lifted to the thin, gurgling spray. Ropes of suds slithered down his naked back and rock-hard buttocks. Fascinated, she watched the soap surge downward to his feet.

She must have sighed out loud, because his head swiveled, and he looked toward the closed door before spearing her with a sharp glance. “Forget your towel?” he asked, one dark brow rising.

The lie was on the tip of her tongue, ready to be blurted, but since she hadn’t raised her hands to shield her breasts from his view, she knew the pretense would seem silly. “Mind sharing?” she rasped, her throat suddenly tight.

Something dark and fierce glinted in his gaze. His jaw flexed once, and he looked away, swiping his hands over his face and hair before he slowly turned his body to face hers. His gaze was unreadable, his jaw presenting a taut, hard edge.

Not that she was intimidated for even a second. Her gaze slid hungrily down his lightly furred chest to his hewn abdomen and lower. [...] 

Maya’s breath caught and she swallowed, stepping deeper into the room. She ignored the muscle clenching alongside his jaw and his continued silence. Until he said no, loud and clear, she’d take his silence as a yes. Her hands went straight to the waist of her shorts to push them down. When they dropped to the floor, she raised her gaze to his again and walked slowly toward him.

His gaze locked with hers for long moment, and she worried he might be trying to intimidate her into stopping by playing some sort of staring game, but then he blinked. Her heart stuttered then beat faster as his gaze swept her naked body, his expression hardening, his green eyes darkening. His chest rose around a deep breath, but he didn’t motion to her, didn’t make a move toward her.

She understood. She’d started this, so he’d leave what happened next all up to her. Maybe he worried she’d call foul later and lodge a sexual harassment complaint. Maybe he could tell that his continued resistance made her nervous, and he wanted to see how far he could push until she turned tail and ran.

When she stood within his reach, so close only an inch or two separated her trembling belly [...], she opened her mouth, but fell silent when she realized the only things her overheated mind could think to say would sound like begging.

When he did finally move, a hand rose from his side and his fingers trailed her cheek, pushing her damp hair behind her ear. “You’ve already showered,” he said, his voice a sexy, deep rumble.

“I was looking for you,” she admitted, feeling fine spray bounce off his body and hit her face.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

With a shake of her head, she gave a faint snort. “If I didn’t take the initiative, would you have?”

His fingers glided down her neck to the top of her breast, then stopped. His gaze lifted from the dewy skin to lock with hers. “You’re treading in dangerous waters.”

“It’s only a shower,” she whispered, blood pounding in her ears. “I’m not going to drown.”

“Baby girl, you have no clue.”

“Then show me.”

About the authors:
From an early age, Melissa loved to read. First, it was the books her mother read to her including her two favorites, Winnie the Pooh and the Beatrix Potter books. She cut her preteen teeth on Trixie Belden and read and reviewed To Kill a Mockingbird in middle school. It wasn’t until she was in college that she tried to write her first stories, which were full of angst and pain, and really not that fun to read or write. After trying several different genres, she found romance in a Linda Howard book.

Since the publication of her first book in 2004, Melissa has had close to fifty romances published. She writes in genres from historical suspense to modern day erotic romance to futuristics and paranormals. Included in those releases is the bestselling Harmless series. In 2011, Melissa branched out into self-publishing with A Little Harmless Submission and the popular military spinoff, Infatuation: A Little Harmless Military Romance. Along the way she has garnered an epic nomination, a multitude of reviewer’s recommended reads, over five Capa nods from TRS, three nominations for AAD Bookies and regularly tops the best seller lists on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Since she spent her childhood as a military brat, Melissa swore never to marry military. But, as we all know, Fate has her way with mortals. She is married to an AF major and is raising her own brats, both human and canine. She spends her days giving in to her addiction to Twitter, counting down the days until her hubby retires, and cursing the military for always sticking them in a location that is filled with bugs big enough to eat her children.

Dorchester Publishing released Elle’s first novel and 2004 Golden Heart Winner TO KISS A FROG in March of 2005. Since then, she’s contracted with Harlequin Enterprises Ltd to produce eleven Harlequin Intrigues between 2006-2009.

Elle belongs to the Romance Writers of America, and is a member of the Diamond State Romance Authors, San Antonio Romance Authors, Oklahoma Romance Authors, Society of Childrens Bookwriters and Illustrators, American Screenwriting Association, Published Author Special Interest Chapter, Mystery Writers of America, Novelists Inc, Scriptscene and RomVets chapters. 

With the support of her parents, husband, one teenage child, two grown children and one grandchild, Elle is currently at home in Northwest Arkansas happily writing her next edge-of-the-seat suspense.

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Sharon’s award-winning almost-erotic Navy SEAL stories of the SEAL Brotherhood, have consistently made best sellers lists and review sites. Her characters follow a spicy road to redemption through passion and true love.

Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany are not like any vamps you’ve read before, since they don’t have to go to ground and can walk around in the full light of the sun.

Her Guardian Angels struggle with the human charges they are sent to save, often escaping their vanilla world of Heaven for the brief human one. You won’t find any of these beings in any Sunday school class.

She lives in Sonoma County, California with her husband, and two Dobermans. A lifelong organic gardener, when she’s not writing, she’s getting vera vera dirty in the mud, or wandering Farmer’s Markets looking for new Heirloom varieties of vegetables and flowers..

Until recently, award-winning romance author Delilah Devlin lived in South Texas at the intersection of two dry creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys in Wranglers. These days, she’s missing the wide-open skies and starry nights but loving her dark forest in Central Arkansas, with its eccentric characters and isolation—the better to feed her hungry muse!

For Delilah, the greatest sin is driving between the lines, because it’s comfortable and safe. Her personal journey has taken her through one war and many countries, cultures, jobs, and relationships to bring her to the place where she is now—writing sexy adventures that hold more than a kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of self-discovery and transformation.

Delilah Devlin is a prolific and award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. Whether creating dark, erotically-charged paranormal worlds or richly descriptive historical stories that ring with authenticity, Delilah Devlin “pens in uncharted territory that will leave the readers breathless and hungering for more…” (Paranormal Reviews) Ms. Devlin has published over 100 erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths.

She is published by Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Harlequin Spice, Kensington, Running Press, and Samhain Publishing.

It all started in first grade when Cat Johnson won the essay contest at Hawthorne Elementary School and got to ride in the Chief of Police's car in the Memorial Day Parade...and the rest, as they say, is history. As an adult, Cat generally tries to stay out of police cars and is thrilled to be writing for a living. She has been published under a different name in the Young Adult genre, but released her first romance in 2006. 

Today, she is a NY Times & USA Today best-selling, award-winning author of contemporary romance and contracted with Kensington and Samhain Publishing. She's also sponsored real live bull riding cowboys.

I don't like to talk about myself so this will be short and sweet.

I am a wife and mother of two. I currently stay home to take care of the farm and family, which I love. I was a deputy sheriff in Ohio for nine years, and I found myself tapping that experience as I wrote Second Time Around. No, I didn't tackle and cuff my husband, although there was that time in K-mart... Anyway, it was quite a change going from writing technical reports with diagrams, witness statements, inventories etc that would stand up in court to writing contemporary romance. I've always written, though, and it was always a dream to do something with that huge, leaning stack of spiral-bound notebooks.

Second Time Around was my first release, and Love on the Line is my eighth. I thank you so much for taking an interest in my work...

Stay tuned. There's a lot more coming

Authors' Giveaway
GRAND PRIZE: $50.00 gift card to Amazon
2ND PLACE: SWAG Pack from Elle James
RUNNERS UP: SIX runners-up will receive an eBook of UNIFORM DESIRES

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horade said...

Thanks for this nice giveaway!

Unknown said...

Thanks for the giveaway!