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Operation Red Wings

On June 28, 2005, Operation Red Wings was carried out, resulting in the loss of life of 19 US soldiers. Many of them were U.S. Navy SEALs.

As I have blogged before, the day is chronicled in the excellent book by Marcus Luttrell, Lone Survivor.

Marcus Luttrell (born November 7, 1975) is a former Petty Officer First Class and United States Navy SEAL. He received the Navy Cross for his actions in 2005 facing Taliban fighters during Operation Red Wings.

He has also written a new book, Service, A Navy SEAL At War, an excellent handbook for anyone who has the determination to lead, and lead under pressure.

Regardless of how you feel about political decisions and how they are made, let's not forget the people who made the ultimate sacrifice to help keep us free, and the families who shall forever mourn them. It is sobering. It is sad. But I am so very proud of them. And we should never forget them.

In addition to the giveaways below, one commenter between today and August lst will get the above iron-on patch. All the other terms of the giveaway below apply.

Yes, I want you to get my books. But I want you to read Marcus Luttrell's books, and the other books written about our fine group of men we know as the Navy SEALs. Follow SEAL of Honor on Facebook here for more information on all these men and their stories. You might find ways you can make your voice heard, ways you can give back to their family and friends, in exchange for what you have been so generously given.

4TH of JULY CONTEST: LEAVE A COMMENT ON THIS BLOG POST FROM NOW THROUGH JULY AND BE ENTERED TO WIN A NEW KINDLE FIRE ON AUGUST 1ST. You can also get 3 extra points for leaving a review on either/or Goodreads or Amazon or any other review site, and send me the link to that review. You can get 2 extra points for following this blog.
Happy reading. Happy commenting. Happy reviewing.
And thank you!

Sharon Hamilton

Life is one fool thing after another.
Love is two fool things after each other.

Accidental SEAL   SEAL Encounter    all at Amazon

Accidental SEAL Book Blog Bang!


Barrage Schedule:

June 28, 2012
House Millar (Review)
Full Moon Bites (Giveaway)
Ramblings From This Chick (Giveaway)
Reading with Holly (Giveaway)
Wickedly Sexy Writers (Giveaway)
Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess (Giveaway/Review)
Bookin' It Reviews (Giveaway)

June 29, 2012
Coffee Beans & Love Scenes (Giveaway)
Sapphyria's Steamy Book Reviews (Giveaway)
Books Read ‘N' Makeup Done (Giveaway)
Redheads Review it Better (Giveaway/Review)

Come join the fun!

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Those That Didn’t Make It Home

Tomorrow, June 28, is the anniversary of Operation Red Wings. We lost several SEALs in that raid, which is chronicled so well in Marcus Luttrell's great book, Lone Survivor. Luttrell is also one of the SEALs Dick Couch wrote about in his book about the SEAL training, The Warrior Elite, The Making of SEAL Class 228.

I understand that as civilians, we might not fully grasp or understand, let alone believe, what a man has to do to graduate from BUD/S training. And I've been told the TV documentaries and these books don't show everything, maybe perhaps half of what kinds of endurance is required to graduate. They say the failure rate is 70%-76%, but that only accounts for people who wash out and then are re-admitted, or are rolled back until they heal their injuries. Yes. They break bones. They get Mono. They get shin splints.

They are tested.

Some men don't make it, don't make it through the training. No shame in that. Anyone who would even try is a hero in my book.

But also some don't come back. I've included some pictures of brave young men who did not come back. People you should know about. Good people with lives, parents, grandparents, children, friends and buddies. And while every loss of life in war is a tragedy, we honor those who serve to protect and defend, without questioning the orders given. It does take a special person to do that. They act outside of politics. They complete the mission they are given.

In writing Fallen SEAL Legacy, the second book in my SEAL series, I've had to spend quite a bit of time there, thinking about the ones who didn't come home, because that is the premise of my book. Due to a Fallen, the hero, Navy SEAL Calvin Cooper, and heroine Libby Brownlee, get together in a way that heals them both.

Some days I feel totally ridiculous making romance out of such courage and sacrifice. Feel almost guilty I get to work the rich dark soil and fresh green produce in my vegetable garden. Get to cut the fragrant roses and lilies this time of year. Dead-head the Sweet William and daisies. My ordinary life seems just that: ordinary.

But that's what the stuff of life is all about. Beauty of life and death. Frail exquisite beauty of everything around us, no matter where we live, no matter what our mission. And the mission I was given: bring these and other stories to light. Give a reader a few hours of pleasure, a few hours of fantasy.

Because that's what these brave young men would want.

4TH of JULY CONTEST: LEAVE A COMMENT ON THIS BLOG POST FROM NOW THROUGH JULY AND BE ENTERED TO WIN A NEW KINDLE FIRE ON AUGUST 1ST. You can also get 3 extra points for leaving a review on either/or Goodreads or Amazon or any other review site, and send me the link to that review. You can get 2 extra points for following this blog.
Happy reading. Happy commenting. Happy reviewing.
Sharon Hamilton

Life is one fool thing after another.
Love is two fool things after each other.
Accidental SEAL   SEAL Encounter    all at Amazon
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Oh The Places You Will Go

It never ceases to amaze me how many worlds we can go to when we read a good book. I have to stop myself when I begin a new story, make sure I have my “reader” hat on, not my “writer” hat. Since becoming a full time writer, it's difficult to read for pleasure. I find little things that bug me, and sometimes it takes me out of a good story.

And I find this with both NYC published as well as Indie published books. Ebooks as well as print books.

So, I have to remind myself, reading is enjoyment. And when I can do this, it works. I like to go where the author wants me to go, not where I necessarily want to. I want to see if she/he will bring me along without breaking the thread of my interest.
I have certain books I've analyzed and highlighted up, chopped and put into spiral books. Some because they are perfect, some because they make some classic mistakes I want to remember NOT to do.
I'm also a very slow reader, so it plays fits with me when I edit. Takes forever. The writing happens fast and fluid, but the editing, it is the bane of my existence, in some cases. So I need to read more. Feel the pulse of the books more. Lightly travel over the plot and the characters rather than hang on every word. Except for the good parts, of course. Just like I hope readers find in my books.
My early fascination with paranormal (and I still love them) was mostly due to the world building. All the characters with their special powers and super body parts. Ahem. Searing hot kisses and nights of lovemaking that can make us weak at the knees. Well, it worked for me, anyway.
But lately, I've been attracted to the military romances, since the release last week of Accidental SEAL and SEAL Encounter. The world building continues, but in a more interior way. Psychological world building into the hearts and minds of these real-life heroes, that I fictionalize. Let me be clear, these guys ARE fiction, pure fiction. But in romance we like to take them over the top and make them almost super human. And then let them play in the real world with ordinary bad guys and the women who come across their path. I love that.
Either way, paranormal or contemporary, I'm all in for the ride. I love to read. I love to write. I want to be taken away to a fantasy land that I've never seen before.
What about you? What kinds of places do you go in your favorite books? I guess the better question is, do you ever come back?
4TH of JULY CONTEST: LEAVE A COMMENT ON THIS BLOG POST IN JULY AND BE ENTERED TO WIN A NEW KINDLE FIRE ON AUGUST 1ST. You can also get 3 extra points for leaving a review on either/or Goodreads or Amazon or any other review site, and send me the link to that review. You can get 2 extra points for following this blog.
Happy reading. Happy commenting. Happy reviewing.
Sharon Hamilton

Life is one fool thing after another.
Love is two fool things after each other.
Accidental SEAL   SEAL Encounter    all at Amazon
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Author Interview at Self Publish or Die

I'm being interviewed at Self Publish Or Die today. Come on over and join the fun!

 http://www.selfpublishordie.com/indie-interviews/

Also, SEAL Encounter has been extended as a freebie through the weekend. Let me know what you think of this short, which leads to the full length novel, Accidental SEAL.

Today is wedding day for my son. I will be off the computer most of the day, but have a great weekend all. The grandkids gave me a doozie of a cold, so pray I get some relief today.

Now back to bed…

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Accidental SEAL is out now!

So excited that yesterday Accidental SEAL was up on Amazon. It was my wedding anniversary, my daughter's birthday, I picked up my youngest at the airport for my other son's wedding on Saturday, and my first in the SEAL series went live. Life just doesn't get better than that.

Starting today, and for the next 3 days, SEAL Encounter will be free on Amazon. It chronicles the two primary characters in Accidental SEAL, but comes just short of actually letting them meet. To do that, you have to buy the full length book. Have I hooked you yet?

About Accidental SEAL:
Christy Nelson embarks on her new career in Real Estate by
holding her first open house. Entering the wrong house, by accident, she finds the nude sleeping body of a young man.
Navy SEAL Kyle Lansdowne, on a mission to find his AWOL Team
buddy, is staying at his buddy’s home while investigating the disappearance.  When someone breaks in, he takes
protective measures. He doesn’t expect to find that a beautiful young woman is
responsible for his teammate’s abduction.
What starts out as a meeting by accident becomes a hot
affair neither one is ready for. Kyle is conflicted about getting Christy
involved in his mission, but his hand is forced when he learns the same San
Diego gang responsible for his teammate’s abduction has kidnapped her.
Battling a cadre of dirty law enforcements hell-bent on
getting military equipment, especially state-of-the-art firepower, Kyle is
forced to admit that he would be willing to die to protect her.

Excerpt, Accidental SEAL:

Chapter 1 

Christy Nelson worked to keep her
breakfast down when Wayne Sommerville came lurking around her cubicle. He’d
pestered her every day since she’d been introduced as the newest agent at the
Patterson Realty sales meeting three days ago. His soft, flabby torso was
repulsive, and those distinctive hair plugs, installed at an angle on Wayne’s
shiny salmon-colored forehead, were distracting. Her gaze followed rows of
black dots receding into his dyed-black hair. A life-sized version of Mr.
King’s Chuckie.
Wayne winked at her again, and her blood
turned to ice.
His horse teeth and foul breath could
raise the dead. He’d made it clear he wanted to mentor her, but she suspected
he had more in mind than real estate contracts and short sales. He was
persistent, though. She’d give him that.
He draped his bulky frame against the
back of her chair. She wanted to duck for cover. The eerie need to protect her
neck put her radar on high alert as she visualized violence and fangs.
“I’ve coached quite a few of the new
agents over the years.” Wayne’s look lasted too long—hungry and inappropriate.
Christy didn’t trust one single hair plug.
“Well,” she said, resisting the urge to
escape, “I do need a good open house.
Now,
why did I say that?
“I’ve got the perfect one! Great little
short sale.” Wayne launched into his routine, oblivious to the fact she’d
become dizzy from the smell of the garlic fries he’d apparently had for lunch.
“The house is a little rough around the edges, but in a super neighborhood. The
sellers are about to lose it.” He threw her a mock frown. She could see him
singing a hymn, asking for money on TV.
Perhaps
a second career.
“No sign on the lawn yet and it’s not
even on the computer,” he continued. “You can snatch all those buyers for
yourself.” He leaned in and whispered like it was a national secret. “And I
could help you with the paperwork. You know, show you how it’s done.”
Male
alert. If he touches me, he’ll get a knee to his groin.
She swung her chair to angle for quick
action.
He stepped back just in time. She
exhaled, grateful for the distance.
“Doing short sales is a real art,” he
added with a frown, stiffening. His shiny suit fit like one of those
unfortunate animals in a teddy bear factory, stuffed into its fur. The silver
glint of the fabric reminded her of fish scales.
Run, Christy, run. You could be the one who
got away…
She had never in her life paid a favor
with sex and wasn’t about to start. She would hold his new listing open, but
only if she could do it without owing him.
Besides, she had to do something to drum
up business. Her move to San Diego marked the beginning of her new professional
career as a Realtor. Being the top salesperson at Madame M’s lingerie boutique
on Maiden Lane in San Francisco had only barely paid the bills. She’d loved
Madame and had thrived as a sales clerk, but had recognized the time for a real
career and had trained in Real Estate, then moved to San Diego after her mother
had passed on and left her condo to Christy.
Though she’d been was comfortable selling
to the rich and powerful of the City by the Bay, Wayne, even if he was half the
success he claimed he was, made her nervous.
This
is a very bad idea. Just say no.
“Fine.” It sounded like it came from the
cubicle next to her.
But then she spotted Wayne’s dimples and
canines.
Oh.
My. God. I’ve just said yes.
Christy’s red Honda looked like a wet
cherry lollipop, shined and polished to perfection. Cute and shiny on the
outside, but hot and sweltering on the inside. Sitting in the cramped front
seat, she stopped and squinted to make out house numbers, comparing them to the
address Wayne had minutely scribbled on the back of his business card. Then she
found it.
The house appeared nicer than he’d
described. The advertised price, he said, was the lowest in the neighborhood,
going back ten years. Hopefully she’d pick up a young couple out looking for
their first home, complete with good credit and a wad of cash from Mommy and
Daddy. Wouldn’t it be great to make a sale on her very first day on the job?
She parked in the driveway, popped the
trunk, and brought out three sandwich signs with the Patterson Realty logo, on
loan from Wayne. He was out with his family today. She hoped the Somervilles
didn’t stop by since she’d feel uncomfortable looking into the eyes of Wayne’s
wife, a woman he probably cheated on and would again, if he got the chance. One
of Christy’s other rules: no married men. She wasn’t about to change that,
either.
A perfumed late spring breeze blew softly
against her face and neck, sending a thrill up her spine. The air ripened with
possibility. This was her favorite time of year.
The walkway looked freshly swept. After
placing one sign in the front yard, she stacked the other two beside the front
door and inserted Wayne’s key. While the lock accepted the new shiny silver
metal, the tumblers stayed in place, frozen.
Way
to go Wayne. Waste my time and give me the wrong key!
Irritation bubbled, ruining her cheerful,
spring-induced mood. She yanked on the front handle and pushed against it out
of frustration. It opened.
“Anybody home?” Her voice wavered like
that of a small child. She waited. No answer.
Christy stepped inside, onto a striped
cotton rug lying cockeyed behind the front door. The smell of fried food hit
her. She walked across the wooden floor of the living room, her stilettos
clacking. She cracked open a window. Air scented by fresh blossoms poured in,
diluting the smells of ordinary life. She grabbed the newspaper tossed on top
of an ottoman and folded the crinkling pages under her arm, aiming for the
kitchen to find a trashcan. She passed the dining room table, which was strewn
with a map of the area, a couple of felt-tipped pens, and a letter-sized yellow
lined tablet. She collected these items as well and made her way to the
kitchen.
Christy threw the tablet and newspaper
onto the tiled countertop and placed her hands on her hips to assess the scene
before her. She squinted at several days’ worth of dishes piled high in the
sink. Next to it, a large stainless steel bowl sat encrusted with dark green
and purple leaves at the bottom, evidence of a salad—several days old.
Maybe Wayne had neglected to tell the
sellers about the open house. She decided it was entirely possible. “How can
you expect to sell a house this way?” she muttered, then sighed and removed her
jacket, slinging it over the back of a clean-looking kitchen chair. She decided
to take a tour of the place, checking for other things to clean or straighten
before she’d be ready to hold it open.
But this house was such a mess, an uneasy
darkness chilled her. She tiptoed down the carpeted hallway, feeling like an
intruder, past empty rooms, to a closed door at the end.
Probably
the master bedroom.
Something about the whole scene was
strange. These people left without cleaning up dinner from several days before,
in a hurry. She’d been told short sale houses rarely showed pride of ownership,
but this felt absolutely creepy, like she’d stepped on someone’s grave. The
hair at the back of her neck bristled as she gripped the doorknob. She lightly
tapped with her other hand, and then opened the door.
A naked body lay on the bed.
Holy
crap.
Hesitant to look at first, she pushed
through her fear. She saw movement.
Tanned skin, a muscular male chest that rose and fell. Earphones were wired to
a phone balanced on his open palm. The man was very much alive, and healthy.
Her eyes drifted further down to a dusting of dark brown hair that led to an
impossible-to-miss erection. His penis stood at attention, like a deep
rose-colored light standard under a matching fireman’s hat of deeper pink.
Blood pumped to her ears, making them
ring, as her heart raced. A wave of anger coursed over her at the realization
she had been the victim of a very sick joke perpetrated by Wayne and one of his
disgusting friends.
Christy silently closed the door and
tiptoed back down the carpeted hallway, her three-inch heels wobbling on the
thick, padded surface. Her knees knocked against each other as she picked up
speed, her anger building. She grabbed her jacket, keys, and purse, and crossed
the living room, headed toward the front door. She was almost free.
Christy wouldn’t give the prankster the
satisfaction of knowing she had even seen him. She wanted to stomp her foot and
kick something through the window. This was Wayne’s doing.
That
sonofabitch and his lopsided plugs will pay for this.
She pulled the door handle and was
rewarded by the smells of a warm spring day bleeding through the inch-wide
crack she’d created. An enormous hand and forearm came from behind her and
slammed the door shut. She saw a familiar blue-green tattoo of some animal
tracks on his muscled forearm just before his other hand gripped her mouth.
Callused fingers pinched the sides of her cheeks. The grip hurt.
Purchase Accidental SEAL full length novel.
Purchase SEAL Encounter short.
 Sharon Hamilton

Life is one fool thing after another.
Love is two fool things after each other.
Heavenly Lover ** Underworld Lover ** Honeymoon Bite available now at Amazon/B&N
Accidental SEAL  and SEAL Encounter available through Amazon
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Accidental SEAL is almost here!

This week I'll be releasing my new short story, SEAL Encounter. I'll be offering it for free at Amazon for 5 days.

It is not a complete story, but a tease, a small taste of the two characters in Accidental SEAL, which is the full length novel also coming out this week.

If you like the short, I'm hoping you'll go over and purchase the novel, Accidental SEAL. Although Kyle and Christy get close, they don't quite connect in SEAL Encounter. But O.M.G. do they in Accidental SEAL. I can't wait for you to read it.

So, I'm hardly able to sleep. Still a few posts I have to get done. Family is coming in for my son's wedding, and I'm reviewing the final edits to make sure everything is up to the standards all of you have expected of me.

This will be book 1 of what I hope will be a long and luscious series about these great warriors, and the women who are lucky enough to be loved by them.

Stay tuned!!!

About Accidental SEAL:

Christy Nelson embarks on her new career in Real Estate by
holding her first open house. Entering the wrong house, by accident, she finds the nude sleeping body of a young man.
Navy SEAL Kyle Lansdowne, on a mission to find his AWOL Team
buddy, is staying at his buddy’s home while investigating the disappearance.  When someone breaks in, he takes
protective measures. He doesn’t expect to find that a beautiful young woman is
responsible for his teammate’s abduction.
What starts out as a meeting by accident becomes a hot
affair neither one is ready for. Kyle is conflicted about getting Christy
involved in his mission, but his hand is forced when he learns the same San
Diego gang responsible for his teammate’s abduction has kidnapped her.

Battling
a cadre of dirty law enforcements hell-bent on getting military equipment,
especially state-of-the-art firepower, Kyle is forced to admit that he would
die to protect her.

Sharon Hamilton

Life is one fool thing after another.
Love is two fool things after each other.
Heavenly Lover ** Underworld Lover ** Honeymoon Bite available now at Amazon/B&N
Accidental SEAL and SEAL Encounter now out on Amazon
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Always A Marine: Meet Author Heather Long


My pleasure today to introduce you to Heather Long. Please note giveaway opportunities at the end of this post.
Author Interview:

1. How did you get started writing Military Romance?


It
was actually rather organic with a side of normal.  A friend of mine suggested that I had a great voice for the
1Night Stand line from Decadent. She encouraged me to write a story for it and
after a little bit of research (and reading more than a few of the awesome
books in the 1NS line), I decided to go for it. I’d always wanted to write a
military hero and that seemed to be the perfect marriage of testing whether I
could write a short and writing the kind of hero I’d always wanted to. I sat
down over the Friday, Saturday, Sunday weekend of Thanksgiving and Luke Dexter
and then men of his unit were born.
2.
What makes a military hero special? Different from other alpha male heroes?
Most
Alpha heroes are driven by circumstance or through events, but military heroes
actually just step up. They are the average guy, the high school jock, the
nerd, or the outsider who doesn’t fit into the social pack. These guys
volunteer, they enlist, and they commit years
of their life to serving their country. No matter what their differences
outside of that service, they become brothers (or sisters), and they walk into
some of the most dangerous situations in the world without regard for their own
safety because they are defending their country or their way of life.
3.
Do you base any of the characters in your books on real people you know/have
known?
Yes.
Fortunately, I’ve met a number of brave and courageous individuals that allow
me an insight into that world.

4. Do you write other genres? Or want to? Or have in the past? (Optional
question – don't answer if you don't want to…)
I
write in multiple genres including paranormal western romance (think paranormal
cowboys in 1850 Texas), romantic suspense, erotic romance, and paranormal
erotic romance.
5.
What new book are you working on now? In this series? New series?
Currently
I am working on a novel that will follow-up Retreat Hell! She Just Got
Here.  I wasn’t done with the
characters of Jazz, Logan, and Zach. Fortunately, my editor liked my proposal
so hopefully we’ll be chatting about that soon.

6. What kind of research do you do for your books? Have you read non-fiction
military history?
I
talk to experts in their fields whether its munitions, investigators, or active
military to make sure I get the details right. I’ve watched numerous
documentaries, read non-fiction military history in order to give myself all
the facts and then I build my story from there.
7.
What percentage of your readers are now or have been in the military?
I
have no idea. Honestly. I know I’ve heard from both active and former as well
as the families of those who serve and they have been wonderfully encouraging.
8.
What do you feel is the future of Military Romance?
I
think it’s only going to grow. We live in an era where we’ve been at war for
more than a decade overseas in Afghanistan and Iraq. We have an entire
generation of children growing up with parents who are serving their country
and military families who are serving by supporting their military family
members. Unlike Vietnam, the public recognizes that our soldiers, Marines,
airmen, and sailors need our support both abroad and at home.  Thankfully, we are supporting them and
if even one person develops a deeper respect or understanding for what our
Armed Forces go through by reading my books, I’ll be deeply proud to have been
able to contribute.
 

Title: Once Her Man,
Always Her Man (Always a Marine, Book 1)

Author: Heather Long
Publisher: Decadent Publishing (1NS)
Length: 11,000 words
Genre(s): Contemporary Erotic Military Romance
Available
at:
Reviews
on Goodreads:
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13596947-once-her-man-always-her-man
Blurb:
Fulfilling a favor and executing
a business plan, Luke Dexter arrived at Dallas’ Sybarite Club for a one-night
stand. He never imagined that in the darkened club with bluesy strains of jazz
playing he’d come face to face with the woman he left behind a decade earlier.
Rebecca Rainier fell in love with
Luke Dexter in high school and was crushed when he dumped her to join the
Marines after 9/11. Now, waiting for a date her best friend and business
partner set up, she’s unprepared when Luke walks in.
Can Luke and Rebecca
bridge the pain of a decade long abandonment in one cold Texas night? 
Excerpt:
Luke’s chest hurt, but he braced
himself against it. Shock wrinkled the line between her brows, the emotion far
more brutal to him than a firefight in Kandahar or Kabul. She didn’t turn to
look at him. But her reflection in the mirror didn’t soften. The familiar,
flirtatious smile fled from the cool, firm line of her lips. Color drained from
the face of the woman who shifted on the bar stool. Movement to his right
caught his attention. A man approached, intent on her, but meeting Luke’s iron
expression, the would-be interloper diverted to another table.
Satisfied, his attention returned
to the girl—no, the woman—gazing at him, pain etching the softness of her lips.
The memory of her lips got him through Paris Island. He’d thought about them,
about her smile, every single, damn day.
“Hello, Luke.” Her voice poured
over him like warm honey.
Life doesn’t always offer second chances….
“May I join you?” He nodded to
the stool next to her.
“It’s a free country.” And just
like that, she turned her back and the warm honey chilled, hardening over his
chest.
“Thank you, ma’am.” He tacked the
ma’am on as an afterthought. But the steel wrapped in her velvety voice jabbed
his kidneys. Perching on the edge of the stool, he motioned to the bartender.
“Two more of whatever the lady is having.”
She watched him from the mirror.
Hungriness reflected in the gold flecked, tawny brown eyes, a perfect contrast
to the tight jaw and stiff fingers wrapped around her wine glass. She tossed
back a third of a glass like a shot of vodka.
A shot of vodka sounded like a
great idea. But he needed his wits about him. IEDs laced the battlefield in
front of him and patience and procedure and about eighty-five pounds of
protective gear weren’t handy. But the trick to survival was to examine what
was right in front of him and to react to it. He could do that in the field, he
could do that with her. It was what he did best.
After the bartender served the
drinks and took his credit card, Luke sat sideways, intentionally brushing his
leg against hers. She didn’t recoil—exactly—but did shift away after a few
seconds.
Definitely treading in dangerous waters.
About the
Author:
Heather Long lives in
Texas with her family and their menagerie of animals. As a child, Heather
skipped picture books and enjoyed the Harlequin romance novels by Penny Jordan
and Nora Roberts that her grandmother read to her. Heather believes that
laughter is as important to life as breathing and that the Easter Bunny, the
Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus are very real. In the meanwhile, she is hard at
work on her next novel.
http://www.heatherlong.net
Http://www.facebook.com/HeatherLongAuthor

http://www.twitter.com/HVLong

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Thanks, Heather, for joining us today. Good luck, readers, with the contest and giveaways!

Sharon Hamilton

Life is one fool thing after another.
Love is two fool things after each other.
Heavenly Lover ** Underworld Lover ** Honeymoon Bite available now at Amazon/B&N
Accidental SEAL coming June 23!