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I see the reason military heroes are the hottest as totally self-explanatory, but on the off chance there are still folks out there who don’t see them as the ultimate sex symbols I’m here to give you a little taste. They can be SEALS, Delta Force, Rangers, Air Force, Coast Guard, Force Recon Marines–the point is, these men willingly go into harm's way to defend their teammates, their men, and their country. They're out there right now, scattered across the globe making sacrifices for all of us. What's not to admire about that? So having a military man as the hero in a romance novel seems like a no-brainer;
Sure, the uniform is a big part of the appeal. But we are drawn to the special character of the military hero. Not only is he a prime example of the alpha male but also, he is very often a hero of superior intelligence. But what makes these heroes truly irresistible is a gentler side that eventually shows through all the brawn and courage. That softer, sensitive side; superior intelligence; and honor gives them that edge to make them true heroes.
And when they tumble you into bed, you can bet the sheets will burn up instantly and the sex will be so far off the charts it’s uncharitable!
Today Delicious Danger releases from Ellora’s Cave, Book Three: The Phoenix Agency, about five former military who continue to serve their country as private contractors, still upholding the ideals of the U.S.A. and oozing testosterone. In each of the books the women they meet/love has a special psychic ability. In Delicious Danger I took a different tack-the dog, Xena, has the psi abilities and she not only brings hero Rick together with heroine Kelly, it’s she who constantly sniffs out the danger.
Here’s a little snippet for you:
Blurb:
Kelly Monroe was shocked when her Caucasian Ovcharka took an immediately liking to—even bonding with —Rick Latrobe, a partner in the high profile Phoenix Agency. Ovcharkas are known for linking with only their owners. She’s even more shocked at the intense sexual heat that sizzles between them instantly. When she tumbles into bed with him at the very first opportunity, experiencing a night of erotic bliss in his arms, she knows they have something special. But Xena, picking up Rick’s wave length, is very much aware when an attempt is made on his life and drives Kelly crazy with signals of danger a shipment of arms under Rick’s care is stolen in Iraq. Rick is shot and nearly killed and Kelly and Xena are ferried to the secret clinic he’s taken to in the U.S. As Rick heals and they race to find the mastermind behind the plot, the sex between them heats to the boiling point. Riding the edge of danger and a sexual high they soon realize they are falling in love. It is Xena who becomes the real heroine of the piece, though, leading them through a twisted maze of delicious danger.
Dinner was far more enjoyable than Kelly had expected. Rick Latrobe was easy to be with, easy to talk to, and the food at the casual restaurant was excellent. But she caught herself staring frequently at the man sitting across from her.
At least six two his muscular frame was evident in the jeans and t-shirt he wore. Tiny spikes of golden hair, lighter than the sun-streaked blond mane that covered his head, peeked over the neckline of the shirt. And those eyes. Even rimmed with fatigue they were the most startling blue she’d ever seen.
Idly she wondered what he’d look like completely naked. Would his muscles be as sculpted as they hinted they’d be? Would the soft golden hair cover his body? And what would his—
Stop that!
She almost hated to see it end, a rare feeling for her. When they walked out to his truck in the parking lot, it seemed the most natural thing in the world for him to link his fingers through hers. What wasn’t natural was a repeat of the electricity zinging between them and the heat flushing through her body.
Kelly had a healthy appetite for sex that she hadn’t allowed herself to indulge for far too long. She had an unshakable feeling that this man could satisfy everything on her personal menu but it would be dangerous to give in to the tug between them. She’d keep to her own side of the truck cab on the way back, shake hands, thank him and get the hell inside Granddad’s house before she gave in to the heat throbbing everywhere in her body.
But Rick Latrobe apparently had other ideas. When he unlocked the truck, instead of opening the passenger door for her he pulled her into his arms and his mouth descended on hers.
She’d expected a hard, predatory kiss, one she could have stiffened herself against. Refused. But Rick’s lips were soft against hers, brushing lightly, his tongue tracing the outline of her mouth. Teasing at the corners. Tracing the seam. His arms around her were gentle but firm, almost coaxing. Only there was nothing coaxing about the thick hard ridge of his cock pressing into her through the layers of their clothing.
One hand slid up to cup her head while the other wandered to her hip, pressing her body even closer to his. Heat flash through her, a sizzle that hardened her nipples and made the walls of her pussy quiver. Her thighs trembled and icy shivers skittered over her skin. Lordy! Kelly couldn’t ever remember a man having this effect on her before. Or this quickly.
His tongue was like a flame, burning her everywhere it touched. It danced wickedly inside her mouth, coaxing her own tongue to dance with his. She couldn’t help herself. She tasted him, twined with him, pressed herself so hard against him she was sure the imprint of his cock would be burned against her body.
“Come home with me,” he breathed into her mouth. “Stay the night with me, Kelly, Please.”
“Yes. O-Okay.”
Was that really her talking?
“What about Xena? Do you have to get her?” One corner of his mouth kicked up in a grin. “Because I’m afraid if I take you back to Harry’s you’ll change your mind.”
“I-I can call and tell him what to do. She really doesn’t interact with anyone except me.”
“And me,” he reminded her,” his hand warming her breast.
“And you,” she agreed. “Maybe that’s why I said yes.”
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