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Cruisin' For A SEAL

Book 5 in the SEAL Brotherhood Series

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Marc Beale and several of his brothers from SEAL Team 3 board a cruise ship to bury a fallen buddy’s ashes at sea. A risky affair with a beautiful Italian the night before they leave begins to ease his survivor’s guilt. 

Sophia Negri, suffering jitters over her engagement, falls for the handsome SEAL and pretends she speaks no English, letting their bodies do the talking. When Marc finds her on the ship and learns Sophia is half American, he is angry at first, but falls for her all over again as they set sail. 

Terrorists take over the ship and hold the passengers for ransom, Marc and the other SEALs are the only ones who can stop the plot. Will Marc’s actions be enough to save Sophia or will he have to sacrifice himself to save the woman he loves? 

 

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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.

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SEAL the Deal

SEAL the Deal

Book 4 in the SEAL Brotherhood Series

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Published: November 27, 2013

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Special Operator Nick Dunn gets the call he has been dreading since before his last deployment. His sister is in her final stages of cancer. He and his Team 3 roommate drive up to Sonoma County from Coronado to help her shut down her failing nursery business and tie up her final affairs. 

Nick only vaguely remembers Devon Brandeburg, his sister’s best friend, but boy has she grown up. Last time he saw her was five years ago when he graduated BUD/s and completed SEAL qualification to obtain his Trident. Sparks begin to fly between the two of them, but not in the normal way for Nick. The woman wants nothing to do with him. 

Devon Brandeburg has created a small financial fortune through her success in real estate. Her career is her main focus, but a closely guarded secret is her total lack of experience with men. After all, who needs them? Especially when their testosterone-stuffed egos suck all the air out of the room, like Nick’s does. 

Nick’s sister requires two things of the both of them as her dying wish. 1. Nick and Devon must find a buyer for the nursery together, not allowing to her nasty winery owner neighbor next door to get his hands on her piece of heaven. 2. They date at least five times before she passes on. 

What starts as a deathbed promise turns out to be a hot affair neither one expected. Nick becomes Devon’s teacher in her journey to womanhood. As she comes alive in his arms, the student brings the teacher something he’s never allowed himself to want, and now knows he needs. 

As his sister's life is ending a sinister plot to take over her property comes alive. Nick finds out both the women he holds most dear to him are in jeopardy. He's too late to save one of them, but will he be able to save the other? 

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SEAL Under Covers

Seal Under Covers

Book 3 in the SEAL Brotherhood Series

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Navy SEAL Armando Guzman has just returned from a difficult tour in Afghanistan only to find his sister still making choices that land her in the company of a San Diego drug gang. Vowing he will save her from the bad environment she has placed herself in, he is blindsided by his sister’s hotter-than-hot best friend, Gina. 

Gina Mancuso is working her first under cover detail, trying to prove herself on a male-dominated police force, even if it means she has to work side by side with the SDPD officer with whom she had a brief, abusive relationship. She is not prepared for the chemical attraction that slams her against the hard body of her subject’s Navy SEAL brother, Armando. Their hot affair not only threatens to ruin her mission, but could engulf Armando in a career-ending dispute with local law enforcement. 

Armando is unwilling to walk away from his sister, especially as tensions rise between he and Gina’s ex-lover. Gina is in a race for time to keep her secret identity from the man she is now sure she loves with all her heart. But will she have to sacrifice their relationship in order to accomplish the mission she was sent to do?

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That left Armando holding the door open to the old beater truck. Damn, but the guy was cool. The happenings in the strip joint hadn’t seemed to ruffle him one bit. He’d have been just as comfortable getting black, blue, and bloody. Gina wondered where he would draw the line.

Do I know where to draw the line? Well, his was personal. Hers was her job. But it was definitely fucked that her ex-boyfriend had to land himself in the middle of her professional world, too.

But that’s what kind of a choice you made, Gina. Always making the wrong choices when it came to men. In a way, very much like Mia.

She watched Armando standing there, waiting for her. The other car was waiting for her as well.

Never waste an opportunity to make another bad decision. Her roommate in college used to say that every day, while at the same time managing to bed most the football team and as many of the soccer players she could get. Gina always waited up for her, just in case she needed a ride, or got too drunk. Just like she was now trying to do for Mia. It was the reason she became a cop. Another bad decision? Well, it certainly was something that had been locked and loaded way down inside her soul after she got the call from the police that fateful night. That night when her roommate became someone’s victim and Gina had sat waiting for a call that would never come.

She wondered what would ruffle this man of steel, amazed that he could make choices so quickly as he had just now. Was he ever afraid in his job like she was in hers?

What threshold am I walking through tonight?

She leaned over to look around the SEAL, checking on Mia in the passenger seat of her own car. Of course she would be safe with the little warrior, a guy who would probably die trying to protect her, from what Mia had said. But this one standing in front of her, balancing on one hip, leaning against the door, his muscular arms worthy of any Popeye character, was dangerous.

To her heart.

“Do I have a choice?” she said to him, watching that smirky little smile and sexy eyes making fun of her while her heart did flip-flops. She’d been close to peeing on herself while she sat and watched her ex-boyfriend nearly call out the brother—the SEAL brother of the woman they were working. It had been wrong on so many levels, even the Pope couldn’t dish out enough forgiveness.

“Get in.” It was a command that made her tense, but the smile he flashed afterwards made her panties wet. Suddenly her ankles wobbled and she nearly fell, which would have been totally uncool. And damn, but if he didn’t reach out and put a strong, muscled arm around to steady her. He let her go after he gave her one hurried squeeze, just tight enough for her to learn he was aroused.

Another footnote to a perfectly fucked evening. Her mission was nearly blown. Why did she feel guilty for that? They were supposed to be hanging out with the gang by the stage. Well, she couldn’t help it if Sam and the rest of the crew had decided to pull a game change on her. As she slid onto the torn leather seat of the old truck, she smiled at the recollection. It had been damned satisfying, slapping Sam and tossing the drink into his face. She’d stared right back at him when he showed his anger. And she didn’t flinch or cower this time. She was filled with pride. She’d stood up to him, finally!

But now what? On any other evening, getting into a truck with a SEAL would be a no-brainer. Nothing wrong with a night of sex with a hot guy, if that was where he was headed. She wasn’t completely sure, but she wasn’t that rusty that she couldn’t recognize a good, clean come-on. The fact that he was the brother of their party of interest and it was totally forbidden only heightened her anticipation. But decisions like that were never good ones. She had to put a stop to this somehow.

Fallen SEAL Legacy

Fallen SEAL Legacy

Book 2 in the SEAL Brotherhood Series

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Nebraska born and bred Navy SEAL Calvin “Coop” Cooper, after his own family has perished in a tornado, is ordered to meet the family of a prominent San Diego psychiatrist. The doctor’s brother is a fallen SEAL medic who died in Grenada. There, Cooper meets Libby Brownlee, the beautiful niece of this fallen hero. Heavily influenced by her father, “We don’t speak military here,” is her comment about the military in general, and the SEAL community in particular.

What starts out as a frosty debate between two people privately dealing with their own personal grief, turns into a passionate affair neither expected. Just as Cooper realizes perhaps Libby is the woman he’s always been looking for, she is snatched out from under him by a psychopathic killer bent on revenge.

Cooper, along with his buddies in SEAL Team 3, use their training to find Libby, but it might be too late. Will Cooper be able to survive the loss of the woman he loves, or will his duty, honor and self sacrifice be enough to keep her safe?

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Accidental SEAL

Accidental SEAL

Book 1 in the SEAL Brotherhood Series

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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.

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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.

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Interview: In The Shadow of Greatness

Joshua Welle and Graham Plaster, I must say, it is entirely a privilege to interview the two of you. Can’t wait to spread word about your wonderful book.

We military romance novelists write stories with military heroes. Different genre than yours, of course, but our readers like to learn about heroes and heroines who do the right thing, rise to the challenge and, against all odds, achieve a happily ever after. We wish it was always so in real life for these brave men and women.

In romance, we create fictional stories, based on things that could happen, not what did happen. Our average romance reader reads 3-4 books a week. It is estimated to be upwards of 51% of the publishing market. There is currently huge interest in things military, especially Special Ops.

So, thank you not only for your service, but for your time. I've written some questions about this book I think other writers and readers would want to know. So, welcome, and let's begin.

Tell me how you got the idea to put together the stories in this book? Who came up with the idea and how did it happen?


The concept for the book was originally a solicitation to our classmates, the first class to graduate from the US Naval Academy following 9-11, asking them to write something reflecting on their experiences over the past 10 years. We received 63 submissions over the course of three years and spent a considerable amount of time processing the themes that were emerging in the short stories.  



Our primary reason for writing the book was to give voice to our current generation of leaders, promoting an honest but hopeful vision for the country.  We're excited about the result because the book is exceeding our expectations.  Not only was there a lot of interest to write, but there has also been tremendous energy and support from those who are reading the stories.

Whose idea was it?

Joshua Welle, our class President, along with the elected leadership of the class, initiated the project.  Josh deservers the lion's share of the credit for networking with veteran's groups and book endorsers, but we've also assembled a highly talented team of editors, PR and social media professionals.  It has been a team effort.  The four editors on the cover, Josh Welle, John Ennis, Katherine Kranz and Graham Plaster, worked with the content of the book and created the anthology which is the final product.

Who do you want to read this book? Why?

As Tom Brokaw has already said, this book is a “must read for all Americans.”  We think that it is a book that can be read by young and old alike, military and civilians.  The stories are short and inspirational, providing insight from up and coming military leaders. They would make great leadership case studies for any group working through particular issues.  


The broader theme of the book is bigger than military service.  By honoring veterans in the book, we also want to cultivate a national dialogue surrounding the enduring qualities that make America great.  These qualities – cherished, defended and exemplified by our veterans, are worth discussing as we continue to grapple with strategic decisions for America.

Tell us how the book is structured and some of the tales it contains.

The book is structured thematically, starting with short stories about experiences at the Naval Academy and remembrances of 9-11, followed by war stories and anecdotes of heroism.  Finally, there are several stories about life after the military, the impact of military service on community leadership and major changes to military and civilian culture over the past 10 years.

Some folks tend to think of their 20s as a carefree decade in their lives…yours was not. Would you have had it any other way?

This is a question that is best answered by reading the book. The answer is mostly no, but there are shadows in our stories.  Not everything is black and white. When we applied to the Naval Academy, we were attracted to the crisp distinctions between navy blue and white, good and evil, satisfactory and unsatisfatory.  These paradigms were tested.  Read the book to get an inside glimpse of how we navigated those waters.

Only 1% of Americans are wearing the uniform and fighting the nation’s post-9/11 wars…should this be a concern?

There is a different opinion on this for every contributor to the book, and the editors cannot speak on behalf of everyone for questions like this, but even in leadership classes at the Naval Academy we discussed the widening culture gap between the military and civilian life. This is a concern to some people, and simply par for the course if you ask others.  


There is a culture gap in any specialization, and in some cases the military does a much better job of keeping the public informed about our values and sacrifices.  We rely heavily on the non-profits, civic organizations and veteran support groups to ensure this gap is bridged.  We are so thankful to those who do understand military sacrifice.  This book is a bridge across that gap.

How has the military treated you and your family?

The military has tremendous programs in place to support families, and the close knit communities that form on far flung bases are the bedrock of American society.  Supporting families is a high priority to our leaders in the military, which is why failures in the system get so much scrutiny.  It is through the difficult process of discussing shortcomings in the system of support that we make it better.  We have confidence that as we raise issues, leaders from our generation will continue to rise to the challenge of supporting military families in the years to come.

And by supporting those families, we learn to heal our nation as a whole. How did you decide who to invite into this endeavor?

The entire class was invited to participate.  Not everyone wanted to write, felt like they were in a position to write.  Because we are still mid-career, there are many questions that go into a project like this.  Am I writing for a good reason?  Am I writing what needs to be said?  Am I correcting a misconception?  We wrestled with these questions as writers and peer editors.

Tell me your most inspirational story and why?

One of the most moving accounts is written by Lisa Freeman, mother of Matt Freeman, who was killed in action.  She writes from the perspective of her son.  When she was first approached to write, she was still too raw from the loss of her son.  Through the process of putting words to paper, and working with the classmates of her son to edit the story, she was able to work through some of the difficult emotions.  She spoke at our national book launch at 9-11 and received a standing ovation for her courage and the great work being done in Matt’s name through The Matthew Freeman Project (freemanproject.org).

Let's hope that some of our readers today can help you and Mrs. Freeman with that goal. Do you have plans for future projects along the same lines? Or, anything you felt got left out because it needs a separate book?

We have 30 more stories that will be published directly to eBook, hopefully soon.  All profits from the book and eBook go to veteran charities.  Our only goal is to make sure the stories get told.

What would you like readers to know about this book?

This is a really unique book.  Many memoirs are written at the twilight of a career, this is a slice of life from 33 mid-career leaders.  Who knows what will become of them?  There may be a future government official or CEO in the mix.  This hall of heroes is an exciting glimpse into the making of America’s next generation of leaders – where they are now and where they might be headed.

What would you like readers to know about you, your team of writers?

We had a few professionals help us with editing, but for the most part, the writing was done by the “doers”.  We had over a hundred submissions by the time we were done, but had to edit it down to reduce redundancy in some of the themes, and find a common thread.  The common elements are leadership, sacrifice and service – across the board.  These are men and women who have done incredible things and will continue to serve our country in heroic ways when they are out of uniform.

Especially with what has happened with current events, why is reading this book so important? What will readers find here they won’t find elsewhere?

Hollywood and newspapers give their accounts of war, but this book allows us to speak for ourselves.  We were eager to write the book to clarify certain misconceptions and help bridge the cultural gap between military families and non-military families.


I'm sure others will agree with me, it is truly an honor to have you here today, and we thank you, not only for your service, but for helping us understand what it takes to be a true leader, told by those who are living it every day.


Some of our readers may have questions and comments. We welcome one and all. Those of you who can, leave them some likes and tags on Amazon here.


Thank you both,


Sharon Hamilton


Excerpts are available at http://shadowofgreatness.com/lookinsid

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Welcome Gennita Low and her Hot SEAL Hunks!

I'm totally jazzed to round out our stable of great military romance writers by bringing you Gennita Low, a three time RWA Golden Heart finalist. All my books at Amazon refer to her books (I can only hope it's vice-versa) as a good buying decision. And I'm sure it is.


Learn from one of the best how she got started writing Military Romantic Suspense. And you won't believe what she does for her day job. Honest.

Welcome, Gennita, and please tell us what inspired your military romance journey?
I started writing
military heroes by accident. I was in love with medieval romances, the ones
with swashbuckling knights, kings, noble ladies and wicked queens. When I used
to travel and backpack overseas, I’d visit the castles and walk though every
nook and cranny, imagining life within those walls centuries ago. Intrigue and
romance—all that blood and gore and yet, noble quests and knightly duty too—among
that breed of men who went off on their mighty horses.
Yum.  
I totally agree. It's like you can feel the heart and courage of those warriors speaking to you through the centuries. Great place to begin.
So, when I started
to write seriously, of course I picked a knight as my hero. A group of knights
at a border town fighting an invasion of bad guys…Vikings…yeah. Then, umm,
something took over. I couldn’t stop myself. I created a captured woman as a
heroine. Not just any captured woman, mind you. No, she was this long-haired,
kick-ass, going-to-turn berserker warrioress. She was my Chiang Pei-Pei, a
Chinese actress from the 60s (also the bad guy in Crouching Tiger) who excelled
in kung-fu movie parts as the lone female fighter coming into town to kick some
ass. I had no idea why my heroine appeared but man, did I enjoy writing her
doing some mighty fine sword-wielding in my medieval tale J.
The only trouble
was, every agent and editor about died laughing at my poor historical
submission. I didn’t blame them. I even called it my histErical because I knew
my characters were not acting very “standard” medieval. I had quite a few
suggestions to change the heroine to be more “lady of the castle” because she
wasn’t very believable.
Oh, that's funny. Not that it didn't hurt and frustrate you. So glad you didn't give up.
This was back in
the days when “kick ass” wasn’t even considered part of any allowed description
of the heroine. She could wield a weapon but she couldn’t kill. She could be
the baddest assassin in the business, but only in name, like those virgin
widows in historical romances, you know, the ones whose dead husbands were
impotent or gay, so the heroines were still pure for the heroes. So, one day I
was reading this romantic suspense; this time, the “tough” female “assassin”
was not just a fake one who really didn’t kill, she was also a virgin. And oh,
she couldn’t stand the sight of blood. I remember the bump on my head that day
from repeatedly smashing my head on the desk while reading.
I take it you healed properly. And knocked some sense into yourself at the same time…
It was then I
decided that, no matter what, I’d write the kind of action-packed story I
wanted. One of my neighbors, an avid reader, told me my hisTErical knights
reminded her of a hero, Zane McKenzie, a character in Linda Howard’s book.
My turn to say Yum. YUM.
I went to the UBS
and bought the book the next day. Zane McKenzie, oh my. Handsome, lethal and
seductive. And a navy SEAL. A complete package of hunk tied with a big bow.
It occurred to me
how I was wasting a gold mine in my own backyard. I was a roofer. I worked with
men. My partner was an Airborne Ranger. He had many friends in the military.
Here was hands-on research material right under my nose and I never thought to mine
that!? More head-desking ensued.
I took out my rowdy
knights and polished them anew, giving them a different uniform. I decided my
heroines were going to be the way I* wanted to read smart and tough women; they
wouldn’t be held back by the usual “rules.”
Writing military
action/adventure romantic suspense wasn’t that different from my love of
writing medievals. I had military action. Political/spy intrigue. Men having
pissing contests. Big battle scenes. And of course, I could now insert my
beloved long-haired warrioress in various dangerous forms, upsetting that cart
filled with all those alpha males. Writing had never been so fun.
Exciting!
My first serious single
title manuscript I submitted with great success was Into Danger. It finaled in,
and won, many writing contests. I sold the book to editors with the blurb “Navy
SEAL on dry land vs the world’s most dangerous female assassin.”
Love it.
To my delight, I
have readers out there who love my kind of women and men. I went on to write my
navy SEAL trilogy, the Crossfire series. So, when you read my stories, just
think of my froggers as medieval knights with flippers!
Here are the new
covers to my Crossfire series. The second editions have new scenes in them. My
books are action/adventure and set overseas. The subject matters are serious.
My characters are flawed. But they are passionate men and women, with a
sometimes dark sense of humor. I hope you enjoy my SEALs and the women who love
them!
Excerpt from
PROTECTOR:
Jazz had never hiked with a woman this long before. He had to admit it,
he had had doubts about Vivi’s stamina, but she had once again proven him
wrong. They had traveled at a fast click the past four hours and she had only
stopped once, to take off the soggy and muddy socks he had given her. They kept
an eye out for signs of life, that roving gangs weren’t nearby. Sometimes, Vivi
explained, the bandits traveled this far up the mountain.
I’d rather go barefeet,” she’d told him.
You might cut yourself,” he’d warned.
I’ll take the risk. Besides, we’re far away enough to stop soon to
signal T.”
It was getting very muggy again. He watched Vivi wipe away perspiration
on his sleeve, leaving a smear of dirt on her cheek. He offered her a drink
from his small canteen, then pointed at the canopy of trees nearby.
As soon as we’ve activated your locator, we’ll head over to the shade
and wait.”
Sounds like a brilliant idea.” She smiled. “If I weren’t so tired, I’d
race you over there. Besides it isn’t fair that you have shoes.”
Most women would complain about the dirt and the heat, but Vivi had not
only kept up with him, but also injected humor in the situation. He grinned at
the sight of her blackened feet.
I offered to carry you,” he reminded her.
For four hours? You wouldn’t be quite this perky,” she lightly mocked
back as she handed back the canteen.
He made a face. “Please. SEALs aren’t perky.”
She grinned, then eyed a specific area of his body. “If you say so,” she
said. Without warning, she started taking off the black shirt. She unhooked the
front of her bra and worked a finger inside the cup, giving him glimpses of her
nipple. When she looked up, her eyes had a definite twinkle. “It’s getting perky
again.”
Jazz’s lips quirked. “That’s my personal locator,” he informed her.
She laughed. “Do you think, while we wait, you can get Perky to help me
find something?”
Oh yeah. Definitely.

Buy Links:
You can purchase Protector here.
You can purchase Hunter here.
You can purchase Sleeper here.

BIO:
Gennita
Low roofs during the day and knows how to kill 600 different ways with tools.
 It's no surprise then that she writes romantic suspense as an outlet for
her daily frustrations with male workers.  Navy SEALs and spies are her
favorite personal choice for mayhem and assassins.  Her latest series is
called Super Soldier Spy, with Book Two titled Virtually Hers. When she isn’t
working or writing, she’s the prisoner of three mutant poms and a mutant
squirrel.

Gennita's Website

Thank you, Gennita. Your stories sound awesome. I'm going shopping today to pick all of them up. Let's see if we get some great questions from our audience. What would you like to know about Gennita, her heroes, or her writing?

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Welcome Military Romance Writer Dahlia Rose

I am thrilled today to host military romance writer Dahlia Rose. See below for information on free drawing.  
Welcome, Dahlia Rose. Tell me how you got started writing military
romance? How many books have you written?
Dahlia: I started writing military romance for my
husband when he was stationed in Iraq. Then he was just my fiancée and he and
the platoon he commanded was one of the first into war when Iraqi Freedom
began. He was almost killed twice, Once in Najaf and in Fallujah by IEDs. We
still have the helmet where a bullet creased it in a firefight.  He and his friends were my heroes and I
began writing them little stories to keep their spirits up. They were printed out,
passed around, kept in packs became wrinkled and torn then stuck back together with tape. Each week I’d send them a new short and they would download
the file and print when they could. By the time he came home I told him I
wanted to quit my job and take up writing full time. He supported my decision
and when that first acceptance letter came, not only did my family celebrate
but my soldiers did as well.
So far I’ve written over eighty books both novella
and novels. They are primarily military contemporary or paranormal.
Outstanding. What a story. I'm so happy you first wrote for our fighting men and women before you released them to the general public. Perfect. Why do you think these Alpha military heroes (and
heroines) are so popular? What makes them heroes?
Dahlia: It's because they keep fighting and
surviving, not just in war but when they come home. A lot of people think that
after the war is over they can come home and go back to normal. They can’t. The
adjustment period is long and a lot of relationships do not survive. The happy ending
we give these hero and heroines I think actually gives readers hope that they
can make it.  A lot of my readers
have military backgrounds or are married to military personnel.  I had one reader approach me at a
convention and she embraced me in a big hug. She looked at me and said
thank you, “because in your books they aren’t drones, they aren’t forgotten, they
are heroes and they are happy.” I came to find out she lost her husband in the
war and she started to read my books because she heard I wrote military
romance. So it's not just the war that makes them heroes, is the constant fight
and never giving up that really leaves a mark.
Well said. My heart goes out to that woman. How do you compliment the heroine to a strong alpha
military guy? Do you write them strong? Compliant? Kick-butt?

Dahlia: Yes I do, my heroines are strong because I
cannot write a weak woman. In my opinion women in general are not weak but a
woman who takes on a relationship with a military man has to have an extra dose
of strength.  My heroines are
sassy, yet soft when they need to be. Watching your man walk away carrying a
50lbs pack and knowing he will be gone for months has to be the hardest
thing. Knowing he may never come home, but they do it with such strength and
pride, it's breathtaking to watch. But just wait until you see them coming home, see how
they embrace their men, watch the love that passes between the reunited couple, with the
children between them. Trust me, I don’t think anything can compare. My first
kiss with my hubby when he came home was in the middle of Penn Station with a
bunch of soldiers around. Memorable and magic, it still makes me breathless to
this day. I’m not a compliant woman, I kick box and can kick butt (laugh). I
think my women are the perfect combination of sweet and spicy.
  
Sounds like the perfect combination. Do you like writing in series, or single? 
Dahlia: I like them both, Honestly all my books start out as single titles, but then I see a way to add more and they become part of a
series. The Army Beasts series was meant to be one book and we’re up to about
seven now. My dragon warriors were meant to be the same. Now I am working on
number five of a series of twelve. I let the muses take me where they may but
sometimes I have to rein them in. There are so many ideas I have jotted down
that have the potential to be series. If I don’t draw the line somewhere each
book would be at least a three-book trilogy. 

Who is your favorite character you've created? Why?
Dahlia: My favorite character of all my books is
Lieutenant TJ Taggert in Paradise Found. I loved his character, I loved the
alpha in him and the sassy back and forth that Kelly gave him. They complimented
each other perfectly and he was the first military hero the readers fell in
love with. He was as unique as his name and I re-read my own book just because
I fell in love with him.
Do you find it easier to write the bad boys or the
good boys? I'm assuming both are heroic, but which ones are more fun to write?
Dahlia: I think my heroes all carry a bad boy trait
but honestly it’s the bad boys that make me shiver. I have to redeem them and
it turns me on watching them develop and learn to care about these
heroines. In the end that bad boy trait helps them save their women. 
What about the heroines? Do you find it easiest to
write the bad girls or the good girls?
Dahlia: My bad girls are usually skanks, (LOL) someone for the readers to dislike and for the heroine to one up. I love my
heroines to be good girls, a little prissy to blend with the sass. I always
like them to have to be taken down off that pedestal just a little bit by the
hero. It usually leads to an amazing first kiss and the heroine knowing that
she is in trouble when it comes to her attraction for the hero.
If you could have a date with one of your
characters, which one would it be and why? Where would you go?
Dahlia: Oh man I can only pic one? Ok fine, It
would be Nate from the book Black Gold. He’s sexy and strong. He doesn’t take crap from anyone, especially his father who thought money bought entitlement.
Nate was down to earth, ready to get his hands dirty and just be a guy. Not to
mention he was military and if you go look at the cover, that’s how I see him
in my mind. We’d go to some little Honky-Tonk in Oklahoma right outside Fort
Sill where the food is not the greatest but the drinks are made well and the
beer is cold. We’d play some Shania Twain on the jukebox and dance the night
away. Then just before it closes we’d slow dance to You’re Still The One. Yes
I’ve thought about that one a lot (Laugh)
If you could go to a desert island with two
companions, who would you bring? What would you do there? What would you bring
if you could bring anything?
Dahlia: I would go to the island with Kalv from my book, A Dragon’s Heart and Vampire Eric from True Blood. Ha! I know you weren’t
expecting that. One for the daytime and one for night. There we would keep each
other’s company doing things that we only write in books. Of course they’d be
cheesecake there and other decadent treats and when we do finally get bored and
want some excitement. We can fly to the closest city then return to our
seclusion anytime we want. But since this is a fantasy, in real life I’d have
to bring my husband because he can McGyver anything.  Romance with him on a desert island is worth ten times any
fantasy.
Sounds like you married a keeper, Dahlia Rose! Pretend you have just sold your 100,000th copy of
one of your books. What will you do to celebrate?
Dahlia: That’s easy, Vegas party with me and a few
close friends and VIP tickets to the Thunder From Down Under Show. Seriously
have you seen those guys?
As a matter of fact, yes. They are intense, just the way I like them. Tell us something about you that most people wouldn't
know or guess about you?
I can be reclusive…people see me in person and on
social networks and they think I am very vivacious and I am, but in a true Scorpio
fashion, I can be moody and stay in my own space for days.
Who are your favorite authors/books?
I Love JD Robb’s In death Series. To Kill A Mockingbird
is one of my all time favorite books. I love to give in to a good thriller or
horror novel. Dean R Koontz and Stephen King grace my bookshelves along with
Kay Hooper’s Bishop series. I read avidly anything about the criminal mind, and delve into the mind of serial killers. I know, I know– Creepy but I also do have to feed my dark side. I don’t like writing a book
without my research being as accurate as possible.
What are you working on now?
I am working on my Holiday releases for 2012.
Army beasts Christmas (Dahlia Rose Unscripted)
Yule Tide Mischief (Amira Press)
Seal of Honor (Sugar and Spice Press
Christmas Three (Dahlia Rose Unscripted)
My newest book will be released on October 13th
2012 with Sugar and Spice Press. And Baby Makes Three is the follow up book to
Baby on Board. In this book Lieutenant Brody Gillis and Nurse Marie Watson get
the chance to have their happily ever after.
 
Excerpt: Army Beasts 2042
He
never got to finish the sentence. Sofia slammed her hand against the table and
pointed at him. “Let’s me make this crystal clear… My father does not let me do
anything. I have a stake in this just like everyone else. I live with a primal
animal inside me and I’m being hunted for it just like every other second
natured soul.”
He
held his hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, okay lass, no need to get your
knickers in a twist.”
“Yeah
there is,” she glared at him. “Because while you are wiling away here drinking
and carousing, others are dying. I didn’t get to my last mission in time. The
mother wouldn’t go willingly or let her child be taken. Do you know what the
Cleaners did? They blew up their house with them inside. Called it a gas leak
and blamed it on the mother not using the new stoves that are on the market and
sticking to old fashioned natural gas.”
“Limey
bastards,” he muttered. “Let me guess the sales on that new flash heat stove
skyrocketed.”
She
pointed a finger at him. “Bingo and the automated food module with those pre
packaged meals that aren’t made of anything thing real. Those had a rise in
sales as well. Who ever heard of meatless chicken, meatless hotdog, meatless
sausage and bacon tasting delicious?”
“Please
let me enjoy my meal without thinking about that processed food,” Lachlan said.
“They are planning to open two factories in Scotland, we are one of the last
few countries with farms. Real milk, chickens eggs and so forth not costing so
much that only the rich can buy them.”
“In
New York, things like that cost a pretty penny,” Sofia said. “Where we live, we
get all that and we have our own gardens with vegetables and fruit trees. It’s
amazing there.”
“Don’t
you miss the city life, being around people? Going out shopping doing things
other women your age do?” Lachlan asked.
“I
was never the perky shopping type. I was a tomboy. I grew up around the Army
Beasts. By fifteen I could break down a nine-millimeter and put it back up in
thirty seconds. I fired my first fifty caliber at sixteen and learned hand to
hand combat by eighteen,” Sofia explained. “My mom was a soldier before she met
my father, and she was one of the first to teach me how to take care of
myself.”
“No
boyfriend waiting for you to come home?” Lachlan asked casually. He had to
admit to himself he was testing the proverbial waters of her relationship
status.
“Why
would you ask that?” Her eyes narrowed to suspicious wary slits..
“No
reason. It just seems your life can be very lonesome sometimes, the way you
live,” Lachlan answered. “I’ve been a lone wolf for a long time, I know the
feeling.”
“That’s
you, not me. I’m fine with my life.” Her answer was abrupt. “When can we leave
here? The intel is the Cleaners have to have already notified the authorities
here in East Lothian.”
“I
would prefer the cover of nightfall but if we must leave I know a place,” he
answered.
Sofia
nodded, “I’ll get packed and we can head out. I want to be able to check out
this new place and find some higher ground in case anything happens. I’ll contact
my dad when we get settle in.”
“How
do you stay on contact outside the network?” he asked.
She
eyed him before saying, “We have our ways.”
Lachlan
stood and threw his dish in the sink in frustration. “Eventually you have to
trust me, Sofia Johnson. You come into my home and tell me to come with you.
You want my trust and don’t want to give me yours.”
“That
comes in time. I’ve never had to trust anyone except my family,” she retorted.
That
statement grated on his last nerve and he grabbed her shoulders. “Well then I
suggest to learn to trust me, lass. I tend not to deal well with people who
want a one-sided relationship.”
A
low growl came from her throat and he saw her eyes flash. Eyes of a mountain
lion replaced her human ones. He growled as well, allowing his wolf some free
reign.
“Let
go of me,” Sofia said through gritted teeth.
Lachlan
considered and then released her before stepping back. “You need to consider
this, Sofia Johnson. Until we get back to your so-called sanctuary, we’ll have
to depend on each other. It might be prudent to remember the Army beasts can’t
help you here. I’ll go get my things together. We’ll be ready to go in five
minutes.”
“Lachlan…”
He
didn’t turn around, but kept moving toward the stairs. “I’ll be ready, Sofia. I
just hope you are.”
Being
so close to her just reinforced the fact that he wanted her, his wolf wanted
her. It didn’t take learning about each other over a candle light dinner.
Desire between shifters was almost an instantaneous reaction and he knew she
felt it too. Lachlan hoped she understood that he honestly hoped she was ready.
Because when he wanted something, he sure as hell got it. Sofia was at the top
of the list as of now.
*
* * *
So
this is what it felt like to find someone that makes your heart beat way too fast and the instinct to make a fierce fire in your blood. Sofia was no
shrinking flower. She’d run missions from the time she was eighteen. More than
once she’d met someone in a crowded bar while looking for the next subject,
another face on the list that never seemed to end. But she was able to walk
away afterward with no muss or fuss, just a roll in the hay and some sexual
comfort. There would be no way she could walk away from him if they made love.
She could smell the mating pheromone in the air when he grabbed her. It flared
his nostrils and she saw his eyes flash to his wolf. She was in big trouble
because that one action made her panties wet and she wanted to offer him her
neck. A move of submission, one she could not afford. Sofia refused to allow
herself to be that weak, to be mated was for another time when shifters were
allowed to roam free, not now. She was putting the last of her items in her duffel
when Lachlan burst into the room.
“We’ve
got to go, love,” he said. “Company is downstairs and they’re not here for tea.”
He
meant the cleaners of course and she shoved the last of her shit in the bag
quickly.
“How
the hell did they get here so fast?” she snapped. “I thought I was at least a
day ahead of those bastards.”
“No
doubt had some help from Walker,” Lachlan snarled.
“The
rental car is out, luckily the paperwork it was rented under is solid, but I
don’t want to risk the chance of them testing my saliva just because I came out
of your pub.”
“They
don’t have you on record?” Lachlan asked.
Sofia
shook her head. “My father, well all the men in our group made sure that when
they had children no samples were ever taken that could not be destroyed.
Immunizations and all health related issues were handled on the compound by a
trusted friend.”
“It
sounds like you’ve lived a hard, paranoid life,” Lachlan said.
Sofia
gave him a cold look. “My father knew eventually this would happen. Imagine if
all shifter DNA was in the system… You don’t even know how long this conspiracy
has been going on so don’t talk about what you have no clue about. While you
were drinking a pint and trying to get your hands up the lasses skirts, we were
fighting a war.”
“Whatever
you say,” Lachlan murmured.
“We
can’t go out front or back. They’ll be surrounding the place.” Sofia reasoned
out loud.
Lachlan
shot her a grin. “I’ve got this covered. Come with me.”
She
was following him out the door when he turned suddenly and grabbed her neck. He
kissed her hard and winked before saying, “By the way, I didn’t have to try
hard to get my hand up their skirts. They were always willing to lift them for
me.”
“You
need to be taught some manners,” she said as he turned and walked away. “Next
time you grab me without permission, I may just bite your fingers off. Mountain
lions have very sharp teeth.”
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Author Bio:
Dahlia
Rose is the best selling author of contemporary erotica, suspense and
paranormal romance. She was born and raised on a Caribbean island and now currently
lives in Charlotte, NC with her four kids who she affectionately nicknamed “The
children of the corn,” and her biggest supporter/long time love. She has a love
of erotica, dark fantasy, sci-fi and the things that go bump in the night.
Books and writing are her biggest passion and she hopes to open your
imagination to the unknown between the pages of her books.
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So how about military heroes? What do you, the reader, love about them? What do you want to see more of (or less of? LOL). Do you have any questions for Dahlia Rose? Do you have a favorite military branch and why?
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Welcome Cathy Mann and Joanne Rock

What a fantastic lineup we have today! Critique partners Joanne Rock and Catherine
Mann stop by for a visit while they discuss their September releases- GUARDIAN
for Cathy and FULL SURRENDER for Joanne.
Tell me how you got started writing military
romance? How many books have you written?
CM: Hi Sharon!  Thanks so much for having us here today to visit on your
blog!  In answer to your questions,
my hubby served in the Air Force for over 20 years as an aviator.  So USAF heroes are a natural fit for
me.  I’ve written over fifty novels
for Harlequin, Berkley and Sourcebooks.
JR: I started penning military heroes when
Harlequin Blaze began their popular “Uniformly Hot!” miniseries. I’d been a
little in love with Cathy’s military heroes for years and thought I’d try
writing one of my own. She has been a wonderful resource for me. I’ve written
over sixty books in a variety of formats counting digital releases (like
Harlequin Historical “Undone” stories) and novellas.
Why do you think these Alpha military heroes (and
heroines) are so popular? What makes them heroes?

CM: Alpha military heroes are the go-to guys in a
crisis, the ultimate protectors. 
Yes, they can be a bit arrogant with their swagger and confidence needed
for extreme circumstances.  But
that makes finding the marshmallow side of any alpha hero oh-so rewarding and heart
melting!
JR: I think military heroes have experienced a real
surge of interest as so many of our friends, family and neighbors have spent
time in deployments in the last decade. They are heroes because of their
selfless service, and reading their stories is a way to celebrate all they do
for us.
  
How do you compliment the heroine to a strong alpha
military guy? Do you write them strong? Compliant? Kick-butt?

CM: Absolutely the heroine must be equally as
strong, but her strengths may be in other arenas.  Dare I say it…? 
They complete each other.
JR: What Cathy said! I like looking at character
profiles like horoscopes, enneagrams or
even Myers-Briggs
personality indicators to remind myself what “types” of characters complement
others. I find it fun to play with those types to see how one bolsters the
other. 
Do you like writing in series, or single?

CM:  I
definitely lean toward writing connected stories.  That’s also another reason it’s awesome to have such a
stellar long-time critique partner like Joanne.  She knows all my stories and all my characters.  While I don’t expect her to remember
every detail, it’s very helpful that she’s familiar with the “world” I’ve built
in a series.  Joanne is a
brainstorming maven and I’ve been the lucky recipient in many a looooong phone
conversation!
JR: I don’t have the same long standing connections
in my books that Cathy has created, mostly because I am continually charmed by
new kinds of stories (suspense one day, a time travel another) and that makes
longer series more difficult to pull off. But I do love connected books. FULL
SURRENDER is loosely linked to several other stories following the Murphy
brothers.
Who is your favorite character you've created? Why?

CM: 
How about I choose some of my favorite couples in Joanne’s books?  I especially enjoyed the chemistry
between Navy Lt. Brad Riddock (explosives expert) and Nikki Thornton (professor
chronicling her aunt’s erotic diaries) in HIGHLY CHARGED.  And Joanne’s book UNDER WRAPS has awesomely
crafted secondary characters as well – a rocking awesome strength Joanne brings
to her stories.
JR: How cool for you to remember those secondary
characters in Under Wraps, Cathy!! I
particularly enjoyed Cathy’s risk-taking “Postal” Ruznick and Dr. Grace Marie
Lanier in BLAZE OF GLORY
because of the way they balanced each other out (and I love a hero who’s “on
the edge”). But I also loved Kate Harper in HIS THIRTY-DAY FIANCEE,
who scales the hero’s mansion walls for a photo op. I wish I’d written this
gutsy heroine with so much at stake!
If you could have a date with one of your
characters, which one would it be and why? Where would you go?

CM: 
I’m going to flip the question again and choose one of Joanne’s
heroes.  I adore Lucian Barrett in
her medieval historical THE
WEDDING KNIGHT
. I fell in love with that hero from the first line and
adored him through every stage of his character’s healing and redemption.  I would go ANYWHERE with a man like
him. J
JR: Oh this is fun. I’m going to ask for Hugh
Franco from HOT ZONE
because underneath the darkly magnetic charm, he is so selfless and dedicated.
This is true of so many of Cathy’s heroes, but with Hugh, I felt like we got a
glimpse of his heart early on and I loved that.
Tell us something about you that most people
wouldn't know or guess about you?
JR: I am a soft spoken girly-girl who likes pretty
things, but I am married to an earthy man’s man who is an extroverted, noisy
sports fanatic. He is the most surprising thing about me!
CM:  I
love to swim – pool, river, ocean – but I do not dive.  The thought of plunging head first into
the water freaks me out. And while Joanne says there’s nothing surprising about
her, I’m not letting her off the hook that easily!  I know that on vacation she once trekked a narrow rocky path
along a cliff wall behind a waterfall. 
She’s FAR more daring than I am!
JR: Only because
my husband coerced me into it!!
What have you read recently that you enjoyed?
JR: I adored Winnie Griggs’ HANDPICKED HUSBAND (HQ
Love Inspired Historical, September 2012) and Maya Rodale’s THE TATTOOED DUKE
(Avon, Feb. 2012).
CM: One of my favorite parts of being an author is
getting ARCs (Advance Reader Copies) from other authors.  Over past few months, I lucked into
three really wonderful ARCs I highly recommend:
Julie Walker’s HELL ON WHEELS(Aug 2012), the launch
book for her “Black Knights, Inc. series.
Virginia Kantra’s first “Dare Island” book,
CAROLINA HOME (July 2012).
And just this week I read the latest in Holly
Jacob’s “Everything But…” series called EVERYTHING BUT A DOG (Dec 2012).
What are you working on now?

CM: 
LOL!  Today, I’m a bit
scattered, juggling a bunch of different projects at once – plotting a synopsis
for my next “Alpha Brotherhood” book, writing my next “Elite Force” PJ book,
and working on a super-secret project I’m not talking about yet. 😉
JR: I’ll let you in on a not-so-super-secret
tidbit… Cathy’s “scattered” days are more productive than most people’s average
days! She is a creative force to be reckoned with and I love to hold out a net
and catch the ideas that spark whenever she’s around. As for me, I revised a
Blaze (with Cathy’s final tweaking help!) and submitted it to my editor for
release next June. It’s a bit different for me because while the hero’s point
of view is told in traditional third person, we get to meet the heroine via
first person. It was really fun to write.
CM: And Joanne’s latest Blaze was really fun to
read!  How cool that I get an
advance peek at her stories and can call that “work”!  (Okay, I know technically I already answered this question
but I just had to pop in after Joanne’s last post.)
Thanks again for having us here, Sharon!  Your questions were great fun!  And for the folks visiting today,
what’s something we would be surprised to learn about YOU?  One lucky commenter will be chosen at
random to win a copy of both FULL SURRENDER by Joanne Rock and GUARDIAN by
Catherine Mann.

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Available at Amazon or Barnes & Noble.
Available at Amazon or Barnes & Noble.
USA Today bestselling
author Catherine Mann writes military romantic suspense for Berkley and
Sourcebooks, as well as steamy romances for Harlequin.  A RITA Award winner (and six time RITA
nominee) Catherine lives in the Florida panhandle with her flyboy husband,
their kids and a menagerie of shelter pets.

Joanne Rock writes contemporary romance and medieval historicals for a variety
of Harlequin lines. She looks forward to the release of a Young Adult romance
series in the summer of 2013 under the pseudonym JK Rock with her
sister-in-law, Karen. When she’s not reading or writing, Joanne is on the
bleachers cheering for one of her three sons who are continuously involved in
sports too numerous to mention.
CONTACT:
Joanne Rock
Catherine Mann
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Welcome Marliss Melton – Bestselling Author Team Twelve Navy SEALs

I am thrilled today to welcome Marliss Melton, the bestselling author of the Team Twelve Navy SEAL Series. I asked her to give us a glimpse of this outstanding series, and what she's working on now. So, Marliss, what are you up to these days?

Tens of thousands of readers read and loved my Award-winning Navy SEALs which carried them through seven books, starting with FORGET ME NOT and ending with SHOW NO FEAR. (It isn’t too late to read them if you missed out). While it’s natural for me to write about Navy SEALs (my husband is US Navy retired), I took a slight detour lately with my newest Taskforce Series, expanding to an Inter-Agency Counterterrorist Taskforce group that is headed up 

by a Navy SEAL.
In Book #2 of the Taskforce Series, The Guardian (Amazon or Barnes & Noble), FBI Special Agent Jackson Maddox goes undercover into a prisoner reintegration program believed to have ties to terrorists, only his cover is about to be blown by a bombshell of a journalist, Lena Alexandra, who keeps sticking her nose into his business. To learn more about THE GUARDIAN, read the blurb next to the book cover.
This book is currently available in Ebook format at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords.com and is coming out in hardback in October, 2012.
So, what are you working on now, Marliss?
Book #3 in my Taskforce Series is THE ENFORCER, which features fun-loving ATF Special Agent, Toby Burke, who goes undercover into a militia in West-by-God Virginia to find evidence that its leader, Dylan Connelly, a former female Army officer, is guilty of plotting violence against the current administration. This 
is going to be one of my best books yet!
But, Marliss, are you going to go back to writing your Navy SEAL books?
I get this question all the time, and the answer is a resounding yes. If you were able to read my short story “SEALed by Fate” in the SEAL OF MY DREAMS ANTHOLOGY, then you’ve essentially read the prologue to what will be my next Navy SEAL book. It may be Book #8 in my Team Twelve Series, or it may prove to be the first book of a new series, altogether. (I’m thinking of doing a DEVGRU series). DEVGRU is the name given to SEAL Team Six, and we all know that they are considered the cream of the crop, the ones who got Bin Laden.
This is so exciting, Marliss. I loved the Anthology and read so many great authors there. Proceeds were donated to veteran's charities, I understand.

And DEVGRU! The professional team of the SEALs. That sounds wonderful. Can hardly wait. What else can you tell us about what you're working on?

So, now you’ve got the skinny on what’s in my head for the future.  In the meantime, though, don’t miss out on my Taskforce Series:  THE PROTECTOR, THE GUARDIAN, and THE ENFORCER.
For those of you who couldn’t/can’t get enough of my SEAL Team Twelve Series, though, I have a treat in store for you! Look for a novella coming this fall entitled LONG GONE. It is based on the secondary love story in TOO FAR GONE. (Remember Drake Donovan, the FBI special agent who fell in love with Skyler Dulay, only she had to go into witness protection and they never got their happily-ever-after?)  Here’s a peek at the cover. Look for LONG 
GONE coming this Oct/Nov, 2012.
Wonderful news. I will be one of the first to buy it when it comes out. 

Thanks for stopping by and telling us about your must-read military romances. Marliss has been generous to offer a giveaway to a lucky commenter. Please leave your email, example: SuzyQ(at)gmail (dot)com in the body of your comment. And don't forget to come back and visit with military authors next week.
Leave a thoughtful comment and you may win a free digital or paperback copy of THE GUARDIAN! 

Summary, The Guardian:
When a highly esteemed prisoner-reintegration program falls under suspicion of being a terrorist training ground, the Taskforce sends Special Agent Jackson Maddox undercover to investigate. Going by the name Abdul, Jackson fits right in, until his cover is threatened by a sexy journalist taking his picture. If his mission weren't so critical, he wouldn't mind being the object of her fixation.  But when he confronts her, the hot-as-hell bombshell denies everything before slipping through his fingers.   
Crime journalist Lena Alexandra isn’t going anywhere. One of the parolees at the program murdered her sister a decade earlier and got away with it.  Determined to send the killer back to jail, Lena secures a job at a nearby convenience store and sets about interviewing parolees for a book she’s allegedly writing. Her objective— to use her astute interviewing skills and stunning sex appeal to get the killer to confess.  Dangerous plan?  Yes, but not even the gorgeous ex-con named Abdul can derail her, not even when she finds out who he really is.
As the summer nights heat up, Jackson’s probe reveals startling evidence that could endanger the nation’s capital.  He can’t battle his desire for Lena and subdue a fanatical leader at the same time. And Lena can’t corner her sister’s killer as long as an undercover FBI agent persists in trying to protect her. As peril looms for both of them, Lena and Jackson must learn to trust each other with their secrets . . . and their lives.

What about you? Do you love a man in (or out of) uniform? What do you love best about reading military romances? Any favorite hunks?

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Welcome Jennifer Lowery: Hard Core

We have a super lineup of authors this week, next week and the week after on this blog, all dedicated to strong heroes in uniform.
Today, I'm pleased to introduce you to Jennifer Lowery, who is bringing us her new release, Hard Core. Welcome, Jennifer. Tell us about your writer's journey and how you became a military romance writer?
I’m honored to be part of the military blog posts this week, hosted by the fabulous Sharon Hamilton. Thank you, Sharon, for the invitation!
Growing up, I'd always wanted to be a writer, but I had no idea I'd become a military romance writer. I read multiple genres in romance. When I decided to make my dream a reality ten years ago, I also wrote in multiple genres trying to find my voice. I started with historical, western, paranormal, contemporary, romantic suspense, and began to notice a trend. All of my heroes were alpha males. And, they all leaned toward a military background.
After many rejections I realized that I’d been fighting my voice. I’d never imagined myself writing military romance, and hadn’t read much of it either. But, once I found that voice, I couldn’t be stopped. I inhaled military books, both fiction and non-fiction. I joined military loops on the internet, I found military blogs, and I fell in love with my writing all over again.
I knew this is where I belonged. My heroes were strong, protective to the point of overbearing, and alpha through and through, much to my heroine’s annoyance. They would put their lives on the line to protect the innocent, and God help anyone who messed with their family and friends. They put themselves in the line of fire without hesitation. Their word is their bond. And once they set their sights on you, it’s for life. They are loyal, devoted, and trustworthy. 
My debut release, Hard Core, features a former French Foreign Legionnaire turned mercenary and is the first book in my Onyx Group/mercenary series. You can buy it now in print and it will be coming to your ereaders on the official release date of October 8! 
Excerpt from Hard Core:
Prepared to start an IV, she picked up a needle. She had it in position when his other arm shot out and he clamped her wrist in a bone-crushing grip. Startled, she met his panicked gaze.
“I said no needles.”
Her heart banged against her ribcage as she let the needle slip out of her hand. It hit the floor with a small ting. Alana opened her hands in surrender, her patient’s fingers digging into her flesh. For a man half-dead, he had amazing strength.
“Okay,” she said to placate him. “Relax, I don’t have it anymore. It’s your choice, but I recommend you let me start an IV for meds.”
“No. Just fix me.”
Alana pinned him with a no nonsense stare. “I’m not impressed with Superman heroics.”
Face pale and drawn, he said gruffly, “I’m not Superman. Learned not to trust people with needles.”
Her fingers were going numb. “If I remove the bullet without pain medication or anesthetic, you’re going to be sorry.”
He studied her. “You’re really a doctor?”
Alana bristled. “Technically, yes.”
“Technically?”
She didn’t have time to explain herself with the amount of blood seeping from his gunshot wound. “I went to med school. You can let go of my arm now. I won’t use any needles.”
He looked down and immediately released his grip. She rubbed her wrist to soothe away the ache. “Can I get to work now, or do you want to question me more about my credentials while you bleed to death? I don’t have a blood bank, so you’re screwed if you lose too much.”
Her blunt statement received a curt nod. She normally didn’t talk to her patients like that. Her patients didn’t normally countermand her either.
“Do it,” he said.
“Without anesthetics?”
“I don’t need them. Just get it over with.”
Stubborn, stupid, or both? Insane, yes, but there wasn’t time to argue with him.
“Okay. The offer stands if you change your mind.”
“I won’t.”
She doubted that, but didn’t comment. Instead, wiped her forehead with her forearm, and picked up gauze pads to clean the wound.
“Here goes,” she warned and dabbed his skin.
Her patient didn’t move or even wince as she cleaned the angry wound. Either he had a will of steel or he’d passed out again. Hopefully, the latter. Sweat rolled down her back as she finished cleansing the area around the bullet entry. Red flesh puckered with the first signs of infection. In this environment infection was guaranteed.
With a steady hand that would have made her father proud, she picked up her instruments and took a deep breath.
“You still with me?”
He murmured a response, turning his head slightly so he could see her. The stark beauty of his profile, despite the bruises, struck her again. The lines of his face were chiseled, unforgiving. The kind of man she’d glance at twice if she passed him on the street.
A man associated with a criminal.
“Still here, Doc. What are you waiting for?” Husky with pain, his deep voice brought her out of her thoughts.
She gave herself a mental shake. “Want something to bite down on?”
A small, wry smile touched his lips and his lids closed. “You won’t hear a peep out of me. Just fix me, Doc.”
“I can hit you so you’ll sleep through it,” she muttered.
That drew a low chuckle from him. She didn’t expect him to have a sense of humor. He seemed too…hard. His chuckle turned into a grunt of pain. “You probably hit like a girl.”
Alana grinned. “Yes, I do. Rest assured it won’t feel like it.”
“Appreciate the offer, but, no.” His words slurred together, his muscles tense as he fought his body’s demands.
“You got a name, Superman?”
His head rolled to the side, his chest rose and fell slowly. She thought he was out but he murmured, “Cristian.”
“Nice to meet you, Cristian.”
Then she dug into the wound for the bullet.
Author Bio: 

Jennifer grew up reading romance novels in the back of her math book and on the bus to school, and never wanted to be anything but a writer.  Her summers were spent sitting at the kitchen table with her sisters spinning tales of romance and intrigue and always with a tall glass of ice tea at their side. 

Today, Jennifer is living that dream and she couldn’t be happier to share her passion with her readers.  She loves everything there is about romance.  Her stories feature alpha heroes who meet their match with strong, independent heroines.  She believes that happily ever after is only the beginning of her stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with action, adventure, and romance. As her characters find out when they face danger, overcome fears, and are forced to look deep within themselves to discover love.  
 Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and three children.  When she isn’t writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family. 
Find Jennifer:
Buy Hard Core:
Thank you for stopping by! Be sure to pick up your copy of Hard Core and look for my second book, Murphy’s Law, due out in March, 2013, featuring an Army Ranger!
And to all my readers out there, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! Without you I wouldn’t be here today. My wish is to one day meet each and every one of you so I can personally thank you for your support and generosity. I truly appreciate you.
Thanks Jennifer. Here's hoping your sales continue to soar. We can't wait for Murphy's Law and all the other hunky heroes you've got planned for us in the future.

Sharon Hamilton

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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.
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Love is two fool things after each other.
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In The Shadow of War

My guest today is author Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy with her new book, In The Shadow of War. Welcome, Lee Ann. Tell us a little about the time period of your story and how you came to write it.
            To
understand why I find the 1940’s and the World War II era so romantic, you’d
have to hear a little family story. 
It begins sad, as so many stories do.  My grandmother was widowed in 1943 at the age of
twenty-eight with four children, two boys, two girls.  Her cousin and some of her friends encouraged her to begin
dating within a reasonable time frame. 
Since she already wrote to her many cousins serving in the war, one of
her friends suggested she write to one more, the friend’s uncle, a man just a
few years older than they were.  So
my grandmother did and a relationship grew as the letters written on the
brittle Air Mail paper of the time flew back and forth between St. Joseph,
Missouri and the Philippines.  
            By
the time the war ended, she and her soldier wanted to meet in person but just
because the war was over didn’t mean everyone got to come home
immediately.  They continued to
write and when he was discharged, the man I grew up knowing as Grandpa came
back to my hometown of St. Joseph. 
He arrived late at night and when he walked to the address where he’d
sent all those letters, everyone was in bed.  So he decided to just wait until morning.  Despite the autumn chill in the air, he
rolled up in his Army overcoat and slept on the front porch.  When my grandmother came out to get the
milk – delivered by the faithful milkman – she discovered the soldier she’d
been writing to in person.  They
were married a few months later.
Lee Anne, I love this! Not something that would happen today, would it? Really brings back the magic and simpleness of that period in time. How fragile life was, and still is. How miracles can happen when we least expect it. What a good man to father those kids, and be a husband to your grandma. Although I was born after the war, my parents and grandparents told me similar stories. But this has to be one of the most beautiful ones I've heard.
            Romantic,
isn’t it? I always thought so. 
Their story isn’t the story told in my new historical romance from Rebel
Ink Press, In The Shadow of War, but
the love story between Bette Sullivan and Private Ben Levy is just as poignant,
as sweet.  Here’s the details, the
blurb and a little taste:
In The Shadow of War
Rebel Ink Press May 17 2012
$5.99
206 pages
ISBN # RIP0004104
Blurb:
Her
great-granddaughter wants to know if Bette remembers World War II for a school
project and her questions revive old memories….
Small
town school teacher Bette Sullivan's life was interrupted when the Japanese
bomb Pearl
Harbor on
December 7th 1941 but her world changed forever when she met Private Benny
Levy, a soldier from the Flatbush neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York stationed at Camp Crowder,
the local Army base.
Their
attraction is immediate and mutual but as their relationship grows their love
and lives are shadowed by World War II. As the future looms uncertain the
couple comes together with almost desperate need and a powerful love they hope can
weather anything, including the war.
Excerpt:
                  “I
missed you, doll,” he said afterward. “God, I missed you.”
                   Warmth blossomed within her chest and
she smiled at him. “I missed you too, Benny. Saturday seemed so long and I
didn’t know if you could come this morning. I worried you might not make it.”
                  “Me,
too,” he said. “I almost missed the bus anyhow because the company sergeant
griped us out because the barracks weren’t neat enough to suit him.  Yesterday turned out lousy, all day.”
                  “Why?”
she asked. “What happened?”
                  “What
didn’t?” he said. “Jeez, they made us go on a long hike through the back
country, for hours in the heat.  I
picked up every tick and chigger in the world, I think, got mosquito bit, and
worn out.  Two of the guys fell out
with heat exhaustion and ended up at the post hospital.  My feet and ankles itched me like
crazy. Even the darn Army boots didn’t help me from getting eaten by the
insects.  I swear the buggers
crawled into my boots.”
                  “Aw,
honey, I’m sorry,” Bette said, using the endearment for the first time. “Do the
bites still itch?”
                  “Not
so bad,” he said. “Back in barracks, some of the guys said to soak my feet in
bleach water so we begged some from the laundry.  It helped.  Then
after dinner they called me over to the motor pool to fix a jeep and I got to
bed late just before final lights out. 
I’m beat and that’s a fact.”
                  Bette
paused and faced him. “Would you rather go rest or something?”
                  “Naw,
sugar, I’m fine.  I need some Joe
and I’m hungry, too.  I just got a
couple of hours so let’s go eat and spend a little time together, okay?”
                  “It’s
fine with me,” she said.
                  They
ate at a different café and she introduced him to biscuits and gravy, something
he vowed he’d never eaten before but said he liked.  Afterward, with time passing too fast, he suggested they
walk down to Big Spring Park again but she had another idea.
                  “You
look so tired,” Bette said.  He did
with dark smudges beneath both eyes. “If you want we can go sit in the porch
swing at Aunt Virgie’s or in the front room.”
                  Benny
shook his head. “I’ll catch a nap later this afternoon, if I’m lucky.  I’d like a few more kisses and I doubt
your parents would like us spooning out on the porch.”
                  “I
forgot they’re there,” she replied. “So, okay, let’s go to the park.”
                  Another
couple beat them to the grotto, so they wandered around the park until they
found a vacant bench in the shade. 
A few kids played on the teeter-totter and swings, their happy babble
setting a bright mood.  Benny put
his arm around her and Bette snuggled against him with a contented sigh.  For a few minutes they sat, comfortable
with the pose and content with each other.  She’d already come to associate his scent with security and
she inhaled it, saving it up for when she’d be alone.  As they rested in easy silence she savored the harmony and
as they lingered Bette noticed their breath came in tandem, in and out with the
same rhythm as if they were one, not two.
                  Just
as she opened her mouth to remark on it Benny took her face and turned it
toward him.  With slow deliberation
he kissed her, unhurried with such sweetness she forgot to breathe for a few
seconds.  His lips caressed her
mouth with a fine light touch, as soft as hair blown across her face with a
gentle breeze.  Such tenderness
evoked the same within and yet triggered desire, too.  Benny cherished her mouth with his, his lips sending shivers
through her body despite the hot day, little spirals of chill strong enough to
make goose pimples erupt on her flesh.
                  Bette
responded with her mouth, a hankering for something deeper and more intimate
rising in her with the force of a rising wind.  She sensed how great it would be to lose her consciousness
by drowning in her senses, by molding her body into his.  Bette, virgin as the mother of God,
ached now for the pleasures of the flesh. 
Every old wives tale ever heard about sex being dirty or painful or
nasty evaporated faster than snow in March and for the first time in her life,
she decided sex could be wonderful.  
                  His
kisses stirred Bette’s body even as they induced emotion, too sweet to be
sinful.  Her body responded to his
mouth the way a good corn crop ripened beneath the sun’s warmth.  As her limbs relaxed she leaned into
him, one hand holding tight to his arm so she wouldn’t lose balance to tumble
from the park bench onto the grass. 
The kiss lasted forever, but not quite long enough when Benny paused so
they could both breathe again.
                  “Oh,”
she said with wonder. “Benny, that’s nice.”
                  “Nice,
she says,” he responded with mock outrage. “Just nice? I call it splendid,
fantastic, superb, supreme…”
Thank you, Lee Anne, for stopping by today. Hope everyone will stop by again.
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 soon!