In case you missed it!
Duncan's book is up on Pre-order for iBooks now! It will go live 10-11-16. There was a bit of a delay in editing, but you will love the book!
Yes, it will be going to Amazon and the other platforms soon, but I wanted to let you know about this link now!
Here's a little excerpt...
His heart thudded with awareness, though. And though he tried to play it cool his gaze kept coming back to her. The lighting in the bar made her eyes bigger and darker green than he remembered them to be. Her pale skin looked incredibly smooth and soft. And she wore some kind of scent that made his mouth water.
Duncan took a swig of the beer, desperate to put some distance between them. It had to be because of the situation that he was responding to her so strongly. Two of his guys had just gotten engaged in front of him and he knew they loved their women more than their own lives. He remembered that feeling. It was a heady thing. Maybe what he was feeling was like a contact high, just with love. It was in the air and he was breathing it in.
John and Shannon were gazing at each other like lovesick fools.
"Wow. They really look to be in love," Alex sighed, propping her chin on her hand and watching them cuddle, that damn dog wiggling between them.
"They are," Duncan admitted. "They've gone through a lot together and I'm happy for them. I think they'll be a strong couple and excellent parents."
"Oh, she's pregnant? That's so wonderful," she sighed.
Duncan swallowed. Yup. Another mark on the con side. She wanted kids.
He'd always wanted kids, but that had been before he'd gone to war and seen all the young men over there being killed. When Melanie had shown up at Walter Reed after he'd been injured and he realized she was pregnant, for just the tiniest fraction of a second he had felt pure joy. Then he'd realized there had been no earthly way he could have put her in that condition. Melanie had cheated on him with another man.
Anyway, that had been many years ago. He was older and wiser now, and he wouldn't be letting himself fall for a woman young enough to be his daughter and who wanted kids. God. He'd be an idiot to get involved with her.
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| Dog Tags for Christmas is also up for Pre-order! |
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This is a continuation of Flynn and Willow's story from SEAL's Lost Dream.
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Here's an excerpt from SEAL's Christmas Dream...
Running her hand over her belly she smoothed her shirt. It didn’t matter what she looked like right now—considering he was probably bringing in an emergency—but she always wanted to be pretty for him, and six months after having the baby it was a little harder. Between running around like a chicken with her head cut off keeping her business running, taking care of little Raven and trying to be a present wife, she was run ragged.
Automatically, though, she smiled when Flynn walked in the door. Her big, handsome husband still had his shades on, but when he looked at her his hard, bearded face softened into a smile. That small connection had only gotten stronger in the time they’d been together, and she truly cherished it. Maya, the mixed breed German Shepherd mutt paced around him, prancing anxiously.
Willow’s gaze fell to the towel wrapped bundle in his arms. A black nose peeked out of the folds.
“You brought me a raccoon?” she asked incredulously.
Flynn flashed her an even broader grin and leaned over for a quick kiss. Willow wanted to linger but forced herself to pull away. She looked down at the animal.
Flynn turned the bundle until he could show her the back end. “Looks like he’s been hit by a car, maybe. I chased him across three lanes of traffic before I could catch him.”
She scowled at the knowledge. “You be careful doing that. Denver drivers can be crazy.”
Reaching out she probed at the hanging back leg. “Yes. I would say you’re right. I'll dose him up with pain medication and splint this leg, then we can call the wildlife rehab center to come pick him up. They have their own vet that specializes in exotic animals. He doesn’t look very old so he should recover fairly well as long as he gets this fixed soon.”
Flynn nodded, manipulating the animal as she needed him moved. When she glanced up she realized he’d been staring at her for several long moments.
“What?” she asked defensively.
He’d shoved his shades to the top of his head. His dark gray eyes were lit with wonderful softness. “Nothing. I’m just peeking down your shirt. I can’t believe how beautiful you are.”
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Also, too, my critique partner Robyn has a new book out! Her writing is very different from my own, but I just LOVE her work!
This link takes you to her website and you can read and choose your own link preference.
Robyn's Website |
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