Uniform Desires
(Make Mine
Military Romance)
Publisher: MMM Publishing
Publication
Date: November 11, 2013
Contributing
Authors:
Six New
York Times, USA Today and National Bestselling Authors combine their love of
hot military romance, weaving tales of super alpha heroes and the women who
love them. They love hard. They love intensely, like everything else in life
they do. This is intended as a toe-curling, knee-wobbling read not for the
faint of heart as we learn about heroes who put their lives on the line every
day.
Six Military
Romances
Infatuation by USA Today bestselling author Melissa Schroeder
To prove her
love and save her man, she has to go above and beyond the call of duty
SEAL's
Honor by
award-winning author Elle James
Two Navy
SEALs jeopardize their lives and hearts in a battle-torn land when they vie for
the love of one sexy Night Stalker helicopter pilot
SEAL the Deal by national bestselling author Sharon Hamilton
A SEAL's
nightmare of a promise given at his sister's deathbed gives him the woman of
his dreams
Dangerous Liaison by national bestselling author Delilah Devlin
A pampered
travel agent escapes through the jungle with an undercover DEA agent when a
drug lord mistakes her for a rival's daughter
Her Forever Hero by bestselling author JM Madden
When the
boss's pregnant, unwed daughter needs rescuing, disabled Marine Grafton Parks
proves he's still a hero
Cinderella Liberty by NY Times & USA Today bestselling author Cat Johnson
A weekend
liberty leads to unexpected passion between a Marine and his best friend's
sister, but he must survive seven months in Afghanistan to get back to her
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ABOUT THE AUTHORS:
Delilah
Devlin
Until recently, award-winning romance
author Delilah Devlin lived in South Texas at the intersection of two dry
creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys in Wranglers. These days, she’s missing the
wide-open skies and starry nights but loving her dark forest in Central
Arkansas, with its eccentric characters and isolation—the better to feed her hungry
muse!
For Delilah, the greatest sin is
driving between the lines, because it’s comfortable and safe. Her personal
journey has taken her through one war and many countries, cultures, jobs, and
relationships to bring her to the place where she is now—writing sexy
adventures that hold more than a kernel of autobiography and often share a
common thread of self-discovery and transformation.
Delilah Devlin is a prolific and
award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance with a rapidly expanding reputation
for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. Whether creating
dark, erotically-charged paranormal worlds or richly descriptive historical
stories that ring with authenticity, Delilah Devlin “pens in uncharted
territory that will leave the readers breathless and hungering for more…”
(Paranormal Reviews) Ms. Devlin has published over 100 erotic
stories in multiple genres and lengths.
She is published by
Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave,
Harlequin Spice, Kensington, Running Press, and Samhain Publishing.
Visit Delilah's website at http://www.delilahdevlin.com
Melissa
Schroeder
From an early age, Melissa loved
to read. First, it was the books her mother read to her including her two
favorites, Winnie the Pooh and the Beatrix
Potter books. She cut her preteen teeth on Trixie Belden and
read and reviewed To Kill a Mockingbird in middle school. It
wasn’t until she was in college that she tried to write her first stories,
which were full of angst and pain, and really not that fun to read or write.
After trying several different genres, she found romance in a Linda Howard
book.
Since the publication of her first
book in 2004, Melissa has had close to fifty romances published. She writes in
genres from historical suspense to modern day erotic romance to futuristics and
paranormals. Included in those releases is the bestselling Harmless series.
In 2011, Melissa branched out into self-publishing with A Little Harmless
Submission and the popular military spinoff, Infatuation: A
Little Harmless Military Romance. Along the way she has garnered an
epic nomination, a multitude of reviewer’s recommended reads, over five Capa
nods from TRS, three nominations for AAD Bookies and regularly tops the best
seller lists on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
Since she spent her childhood as a
military brat, Melissa swore never to marry military. But, as we all know, Fate
has her way with mortals. She is married to an AF major and is raising her own
brats, both human and canine. She spends her days giving in to her addiction
to Twitter,
counting down the days until her hubby retires, and cursing the military for
always sticking them in a location that is filled with bugs big enough to eat
her children.
Visit Melissa’s website at http://melissaschroeder.net
Cat Johnson
It all started in first grade when
Cat Johnson won the essay contest at Hawthorne Elementary School and got to
ride in the Chief of Police's car in the Memorial Day Parade...and the rest, as
they say, is history. As an adult, Cat generally tries to stay out of police
cars and is thrilled to be writing for a living. She has been published under a
different name in the Young Adult genre, but released her first romance in
2006.
Today, she is a NY Times & USA Today best-selling, award-winning author of contemporary romance and contracted with Kensington and Samhain Publishing. She's also sponsored real live bull riding cowboys.
Visit Cat’s website at http://catjohnson.net/
Elle James
Dorchester Publishing released Elle’s
first novel and 2004 Golden Heart Winner TO KISS A FROG in March
of 2005. Since then, she’s contracted with Harlequin Enterprises Ltd to produce
eleven Harlequin Intrigues between 2006-2009.
Elle belongs to the Romance Writers
of America, and is a member of the Diamond State Romance Authors, San Antonio
Romance Authors, Oklahoma Romance Authors, Society of Childrens Bookwriters and
Illustrators, American Screenwriting Association, Published Author Special
Interest Chapter, Mystery Writers of America, Novelists Inc, Scriptscene and
RomVets chapters.
With the support of her parents,
husband, one teenage child, two grown children and one grandchild, Elle is
currently at home in Northwest Arkansas happily writing her next
edge-of-the-seat suspense.
Visit Elle’s website at www.ellejames.com
Or visit her alter-ego Myla Jackson
at mylajackson.com
Sharon
Hamilton
Sharon’s award-winning almost-erotic
Navy SEAL stories of the SEAL Brotherhood, have consistently made best sellers
lists and review sites. Her characters follow a spicy road to redemption
through passion and true love.
Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany are
not like any vamps you’ve read before, since they don’t have to go to ground
and can walk around in the full light of the sun.
Her Guardian Angels struggle with the
human charges they are sent to save, often escaping their vanilla world of
Heaven for the brief human one. You won’t find any of these beings in any
Sunday school class.
She lives in Sonoma County,
California with her husband, and two Dobermans. A lifelong organic gardener,
when she’s not writing, she’s getting vera vera dirty in the mud, or wandering
Farmer’s Markets looking for new Heirloom varieties of vegetables and flowers..
Visit Sharon's website at http://sharonhamiltonauthor.com
JM Madden
I don't like to talk about myself so
this will be short and sweet.
I am a wife and mother of two. I currently stay home to take care of the farm and family, which I love. I was a deputy sheriff in Ohio for nine years, and I found myself tapping that experience as I wrote Second Time Around. No, I didn't tackle and cuff my husband, although there was that time in K-mart... Anyway, it was quite a change going from writing technical reports with diagrams, witness statements, inventories etc that would stand up in court to writing contemporary romance. I've always written, though, and it was always a dream to do something with that huge, leaning stack of spiral-bound notebooks.
Second Time Around was my first release, and Love on the Line is my eighth. I thank you so much for taking an interest in my work...
Stay tuned. There's a lot more coming
I am a wife and mother of two. I currently stay home to take care of the farm and family, which I love. I was a deputy sheriff in Ohio for nine years, and I found myself tapping that experience as I wrote Second Time Around. No, I didn't tackle and cuff my husband, although there was that time in K-mart... Anyway, it was quite a change going from writing technical reports with diagrams, witness statements, inventories etc that would stand up in court to writing contemporary romance. I've always written, though, and it was always a dream to do something with that huge, leaning stack of spiral-bound notebooks.
Second Time Around was my first release, and Love on the Line is my eighth. I thank you so much for taking an interest in my work...
Stay tuned. There's a lot more coming
Visit JM's website at http://www.jmmadden.com/
Excerpt 1 - SEAL the Deal by
Sharon Hamilton
Devon Brandeburg didn’t see Sophie’s
car, but did find a God-awful yellow, totally obnoxious Hummer she’d need a
stepladder to mount, parked at an angle and taking up half the parking lot. She
knew right away it belonged to Sophie’s full-of-himself SEAL brother, Nick.
He’d driven up five years ago after he made it through the BUD/S program. He
was so puffed up with his own hubris, he pushed all the air out of the room
when he entered.
The
worst thing about the guy, as Devon remembered, is that he automatically
thought any girl would fall down on her knees and beg him to do the nasty with
him. Devon had been so bold as to ask him one time about suicides increasing in
the military from a documentary she’d seen. His answer was, “Not the SEALs.
Hell, why would we deprive the ladies of some fun? We’re God’s gift to the
female population.”
He’d
given her that big goofy smile, overly confident and irritating as heck. In
Sonoma County, she never ran across such bravado and just sheer braggadocios.
It
had turned her stomach. She’d rolled her eyes and when she looked back at him
he had the nerve to wink!
But
later, she had a hard time putting the sight of his hard body and muscular
arms, easily twice the size of anyone else she knew, out of her mind. And yes,
she did dream about him that night. That kind of pissed her off.
All
that was when she was twenty and completely inexperienced. Hell, she still was a virgin at twenty-five,
a secret she guarded with her life.
No,
sexual confidence wasn’t something she’d had a chance to develop, but she’d
make damned sure, if Sophie forced her to talk to him about his sister’s
estate, Mr. Nicholas Dunn would never know that little factoid.
She’d
become a successful realtor and made enough to support herself with a decent
lifestyle. She’d mentored under Sophie originally. But Sophie gave up her
career in real estate to go into the nursery business. Devon became the
professional, while Sophie got her hands dirty tending to a failing business.
They remained best friends.
She
parked her Lexus a distance away from the rock-spraying beast of a vehicle Nick
was probably driving, and secretly hoped he’d not be there.
Her
luck wasn’t that good.
He
still sucked all the air out of the room. He was standing at Sophie’s little
sink washing dishes. And he was singing, rocking his hips from side to side.
Was this the song from Flashdance?
“I’m a maniac—“
She couldn’t resist breaking in.
“Well
look at you, so domestic?” She crossed her arms, tilted her head and enjoyed
the surprised expression coming from this normally self-composed brute. He hit
the water faucet with his fist to slam it shut and dried his hands. Then he
slowly perused the length of her body, leaving no part unexplored. His emerald
green eyes were blazing.
Still the same cocky son of a bitch. Devon knew he didn’t care if he got caught ogling her,
so confident was he that a rejection wasn’t anywhere in his future.
He leaned his butt against the tiled
countertop. Then he threw down the towel and mirrored Devon’s stance with
crossed arms. “Been awhile, Dev.”
“Devon.”
“Right. Still don’t like me, do you?”
“You’re a good judge of character,”
she answered. “I’ll give you that.”
“You’re just as scrappy as Sophie
told me you’d be.” He smiled as if his approval mattered to her.
“I’ll just leave you to your work,
then.”
“Oh the dishes are done. I was going
to sweep the floor and then wash all the windows. But you go ahead and do all
that computer stuff you realtors do. Way beyond me.”
In a huff, Devon sat down at the
plank tabletop and opened up her computer. She set the manila folders she’d
brought to the side, stacked on top of each other. She crossed her legs and ran
her fingers through the hair at the back of her scalp, took a deep breath and
logged on to the internet, doing a property search. She tried to focus.
The soft sweeping sound of Sophie’s
broom brushing against the cool concrete floor of the shop was distracting.
Didn’t help much that Nick wrestled the handle with such force, he could almost
break it. His forearms were nearly as big as her thighs. His shoulders moved
with sinewy grace underneath smooth tanned skin. His mop of blond hair went in
all directions. He tickled her ankles as he extended the broom under the table
and swept the area around her.
“Does that bother you?” he asked.
He’d leaned his chin on the end of the broomstick.
“As in, were you trying to?”
“Nope. It was an honest question.”
The sparkle in his eyes made him out to be a liar. Devon knew there wasn’t
anything honest about him, except for the way his animal magnetism was making
her lose her focus.
“You want some coffee, Devon?” he
asked.
“Wow. You clean the dishes, sweep the
floor, and you make coffee? The Navy
must have trained you well. What did they do get some of the senior wives to
come in and give you pointers?”
“I don’t need any pointers.”
In spite of herself, she blushed. Damn.
He turned, fired up the coffee
grinder and started a fresh pot, all with his back to her. He had a variety of
Celtic crosses and symbols poking up above the collar of his T-shirt. She could
see discoloration from beneath the white cotton fabric, showing dark tats
stains on his shoulders and upper arms. One long stream of tats looking like
footprints of a three-legged toad was inked on his right inside forearm. She
studied the enormous V of his upper torso leading to the small waist, his deltoids
and lats so tight they looked like they’d hurt. In spite of herself, she
wondered what they would feel like—
He caught her staring as he turned
around and stealthily crossed the room with two mugs of the hot black coffee.
Placing one next to her computer, within arms reach, he took a seat right
across from her.
“I dare you to say there’s a better
cup of coffee anywhere.” His deep green eyes were almost iridescent.
She sipped the steamy liquid and
shrugged, going back to ignoring him. She continued to search the computer
lists she had opened. Nick slurped his coffee. She could feel his eyes still
focused on her.
She didn’t care how long he stared.
She wasn’t going to return the gaze. Didn’t the guy have any shame? Or, maybe
this is how he chose to process the pain he must be feeling with Sophie’s
illness. Either way, it was making her feel like she was spinning out of
control.
She frowned, consulted her
yellow-lined tablet and kept tapping on the keys. Her red nail polish matched
her red suit, but now she wished she’d worn black.
One of her heels fell off and plopped
to the ground because her legs were crossed. She briefly looked up at him, only
to see the wiggle of his eyebrows, and the unspoken offer to crawl under the
table and place the patent leather pump back on her foot. That would mean he’d
have to touch her calf as he adjusted the shoe. He’d hold her ankle with both
his dinner plate hands, and his fingers—
Feeling very much like an insect
impaled with a pin in a collection box, she inhaled loudly, stuffed her foot
into her errant shoe, and picked up the pace of her typing.
He watched her silently.
The room was beginning to heat up. The
late fall weather pattern was growing hot, which meant some long sweaty nights
with the crickets chirping madly, since Sophie’s house didn’t have air
conditioning. Neither did the nursery. She sighed, blowing air up to her bangs.
“You should have worn something
sleeveless.”
“What do you care what I wear?”
“I just wanted you to be
comfortable.”
“Oh really? Is that why you sit there
and make an obnoxious ass of yourself while you watch me work? You think that’s
some kind of fun?”
“I enjoy watching beautiful women.”
“Really? Women who don’t know you?
Women who don’t care in the slightest anything about you? Sounds like a rather
pathetic way to spend a few minutes.”
“Not from over here.”
She shot up to her feet. “Enough.
Nick. Go outside. Make yourself useful. I’m sure there are some weeds to pull
or some walkways to rake.”
He shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He took
his mug and swaggered outside into the afternoon sunlight. She found herself
still gasping for air at the sight of him making his way lazily across the
parking lot.
Devon’s heart rate was thumping
wildly. A bead of sweat trickled down between her breasts.
Whatever it was she’d dreamt about
five years ago was still there. Lurking. Waiting to pounce.
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