Title: Retreat
Hell! She Just Got Here (Always a Marine, Book 2)
Author: Heather Long
Publisher: Decadent Publishing (1NS)
Length: 10,000 words
Genre(s): Contemporary Erotic Military Romance (M/F/M)
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Blurb:
She's one of the few…
Jazz has
been one of the guys for over a decade, serving her country with distinction,
but she longs to explore her femininity, to be desired as a woman, to flirt,
cavort and fulfill every sexual desire. When her mother of all people, signs
her up for a 1Night Stand, she's not sure whether to be exhilarated or pissed.
Flying to Las Vegas on the promise of a total escape, Jazz plans to be Jasmine for just one night, because
tomorrow, she plans to re-up for another five years.
They're two of the proud…
Logan
Cavanaugh grew up across the street from his best friend and brother-in-arms,
Zach Evans. Inseparable, the two have shared everything, including women, until
the year before when an IED attack during combat injured both of them. Zach
suffered a concussion, but Logan's injuries were far more extensive. After a
year of physical therapy, he can walk, but he'll never run or love a woman
again, or so he fears. He’s ready to accept his impotence, but Zach has other
ideas. He hopes a 1Night Stand date with the perfect woman will heal Logan's
confidence and masculinity.
They're all Marines…
They’ll
share each other, but will one night be enough?
Excerpt:
Knocking
on the door took more willpower than walking down the long, carpeted hallway
from the elevators in the black Christian Louboutins with their fuck me red bottoms. The four-inch heels
added a sharp definition to her already muscled legs. She’d been damn grateful
for that uncomfortable wax job after she’d slipped on the satin and silk number
that hugged every curve with just the slightest flare over her hips before it
dropped down her thighs. The skirt’s slit left very little of her right leg to
the imagination.
The heels
forced a hip-rolling saunter and despite a brief moment of discomfort, every
step increased the aura of the illusion she’d sought to create. She felt almost
desirable by the time she knocked on the door to 2106. One deep breath and a
roll of her head later, she smiled when the door opened to a heart-stopping
blond man in a white dress shirt and black pants.
Holy crap.
The four
top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a well-muscled chest
decorated by sprigs of white-blond hair. His sun-kissed face broadened into a
hesitant smile, but no words came out.
“Mr.
Evans?” She had little to go on beyond a brief physical description of each man
and their names. The blond was Evans. The brown-haired one would be Cavanaugh.
But she hadn’t caught sight of him yet.
“Zach,
ma’am.” He found his voice and pulled the door the rest of the way open. “Would
you like to come in?”
Ordering
the butterflies in her stomach to don battle gear, Jazz slid past him, almost
wishing he hadn’t stepped so far back. She wondered if he was as solid as he
appeared. But whatever hesitation she experienced imploded when the second man
in the room rose to his feet. A scar turned the left side of his mouth
downward, but the right side tipped up. If she didn’t know better she would
have read surprise in his expression.
“Mr. Cavanaugh.”
She extended her hand, wanting to see if he would meet her halfway. Thankfully,
he did. The weight of his hand closed on hers and a thrill skated up her arm to
spread a wildfire through her insides. The mottled skin puckering his jaw and
stretching down the side of his neck suggested an ugly burn, but did nothing to
detract from his tanned, handsome face. If anything, it added gravitas to what
might otherwise have been a sculpture of perfection.
This book, this series, sounds amazing. Can't wait to read this book to learn more about what happens with Jazz, Logan, and Zach.
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