Holy hot tamales!
Eight days until the SEALs of Winter Military Superbundle hits the digital stores. I am soooo excited. This is the follow up to the NY Times Bestselling SEALs of Summer.
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Nine brand new Navy SEAL romance heroes from NYT and USA Today bestselling authors: Cora Seton, Elle Kennedy, Jennifer Lowery, Elle James, Anne Marsh, S.M. Butler, Delilah Devlin, Zoe York, and ME--Kimberley Troutte. I am so honored to be a part of this amazing group.
For you lovely readers, I am going to give you a sneak peak at my book in the set, UNDER THE RADAR.
First, here's the cover:
Ahh, that Ty Whitehorse is a looker, isn't he?
Here's an excerpt:
A
deep rumble started inside Ty’s impossibly muscled chest. The sound made Holly
weak and strong at the same time. As if she was the one in charge for the first
time in her life. Who knew a kiss could be like this? She pulled back and ran
her hands over his stubbled cheeks to his square jaw. He watched her, not
moving, letting her experiment, feel him. Goodness, she wished she could take
his shirt off. Did she dare? Slowly, she dragged her fingers over his sinewy
neck, across his collarbones, around the largest pecs she’d ever seen, and
skimmed the best abs on the planet. Oh yeah, she dared.
Taking
hold of the edge of his shirt, she lifted. He was far too tall to get the tee
over his head. He ducked down so she could get the task done. Then she gaped.
He
was beautiful. Rugged. Chiseled. Each muscle was defined as if he was a
sculpture of a Native American god. He was not soft anywhere—she looked down.
Yep, he was super hard there, too. Ohhh, she wanted to touch. She didn’t dare
reach down and take him in her hand, well, by the swell in his camouflage
pants, she’d need two hands. The idea thrilled her. She traced a scar beneath
his sternum. What caused it? There was another scar near his perfect innie
belly button. She pressed her middle finger to it. It reminded her of a bullet
wound. It was probably something silly, like a pebble stuck there when he was a
kid and fell off his bike.
“Lots
of scars.”
“Hazards
of the job,” he said.
“Yes,
I hear being a SEAL is dangerous,” she joked.
“Sometimes.”
Whatever.
She didn’t really care what sort of work he did in real life. It bothered her,
though, that he wouldn’t tell her the truth after she’d told him about her
scary past. Well, at least some of the details. She couldn’t tell him
everything. Ronald was dangerous.
“Your
Navy SEAL job. In Alaska?” She prodded, giving him the opportunity to come clean.
“Yep.”
Really.
How stupid did he think she was? Where was his ship? His team? She trusted him,
why didn’t he trust her? What could be so bad about his job he needed to lie
about it?
He
cared for her, treated her with respect and with kindness. He actually listened
to her pitiful history and didn’t judge. He was perfect, except for that tiny
flaw. Unfortunately, lying was a deal breaker.
She
patted Ty’s exquisite stomach. “Well. I guess that’s that.” She sighed and
stepped away from the way too beautiful man. “I want you, Ty. Everything on me,
in me, is screaming for you. If things were different, I’d unzip those camo
pants and have my way with you. Right here, right now.” She smiled. “Wow, I’ve
never said anything like that out loud.”
Why
was he staring at her like that? He could say…something.
“You
make me feel sexy. Brave. And so free. It’s like I am coming alive.” She
squeezed his bicep and felt another zing of arousal. Mistake. No touching. She dropped her hand to her
side.
“But…?”
he growled.
“But
you have to see this will never work. I can’t be with a man like you.” She
turned her back on him.
He
cupped her elbow and gently pulled her back. That was just another thing she
liked about him—he didn’t yank her around.
“A
man like me?” His blue eyes were swirling with green and golden confusion.
“Right.
You must have your reasons, but I can’t sleep with anyone who isn’t honest with
me. I’ve come too far to go right back—”
Static
came through his radio followed by a loud voice filled the cabin. “Are you a**holes
there? Pick up.”
Ty
held perfectly still. There was no answer, only more static on the radio.
The
voice boomed, “You SOBs were supposed to radio in. Did you find anything at the
crash site, or not? Over.”
Ty
released her arm and ran to pick up the radio.
She
followed him, walking carefully on her sore toes. “Crash site! I was there. I
saw the helicopter go down, Ty. It scared the moose out of the bushes. Do you
want me to talk to that guy?”
He
gave her a short shake of his head, but his attention was riveted to the radio.
He turned the volume up. His nostrils flared and his body seemed to be on full
alert. What was going on?
“If
I don’t hear from you pronto, I’ll personally hunt you down after the blizzard
and put a bullet in your heads. Over.”
One
more ripple of static went through the radio, and then it went dead.
Ty
was breathing heavily, like a man trying not to hit something. Holly gripped
his arm. “Who was that?”
He
faced her. The muscles in his jaw were flexing. His nostrils still flared. Wow,
he looked p.o.’d. But she didn’t take a step back or go lock herself in the
bathroom. Ronald would’ve taken his issues—whatever they were—out on her. Ty
was not Ronald.
As
if to prove her point, he reached out and touched her hair, letting the long
strands run through his fingers. “That was Milton Crow. A terrorist wanted by
the Navy. He’s the reason I’m here.”
“A
terrorist? That means…” She covered her mouth. “You really are a SEAL?”
