Her Dominant SEAL by Caitlyn O’Leary

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Caitlyn O’Leary’s NEWEST standalone

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Her Dominant SEAL is book 9 in the Midnight Delta Series about a group of SEALs who work together dealing with the bad guys and find themselves in love along the way. Our lucky SEAL in this book? Drake Avery. He finds himself returning to a place he thought he’d never go back to when his little sister calls him frantically in the middle of the night. Home.

It seems his good-for-nothing father has gotten out of prison and set his sights on his 16 year-old sister. So Drake decides to go home to protect her along with his other sisters. His father and uncle have a plot going on that may have something to do with the drugs filtering through town, and his sister Piper has something to do with it, as well as her teacher.

Drake pulls Karen in for his protection, and finds himself falling for her along the way. But that just gives his father and the gang more ammo to use against him. Nothing like a little help from your friends.

As usual with one of Caitlyn’s books, I couldn’t put this one down. Of course, the title had me hooked from the start. (After all, I am a knotty girl!) And while I wish he’d been a lot more dominant, I loved Drake. He was especially wonderful with his sisters, and his interactions with headstrong sister Evie were a blast to read. And I believe I smell a book coming with Aiden and Evie. I’m skipping some in this series because I’ve only recently started it, but for me it’s actually exciting because I truly love Caitlyn’s books so much!

This book gets 5 Super Sexy SEAL Stars!

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Blurb

A Cry For Help

It only takes one phone call and Navy SEAL Drake Avery is rushing back to Tennessee in the middle of the night. His sisters are in danger and he will do whatever it takes to protect them.

A New Twist

Now is not the time for a relationship, but damned if Drake doesn’t cross paths with a smokin’ hot kindergarten teacher named Karen Eastman. Miss Eastman has Drake thinking naughty thoughts when he needs to have his head in the game. He never thought he’d be hot for teacher.

Demons from the Past

Part of the hell of going home is that you know everyone, and they know you.  Just when you think you can trust someone, they can turn on a dime.  Old and new enemies are thrilled to discover Drake has a beautiful new weakness:  Karen.  But messing with the women in his life, is a mistake.  You mess with the bull, you get the horns.

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“Now, I want you to tell me all about yourself.  Starting with how you met my father, what kind of relationship you have with the sheriff, and how you ended up in this car scaring the piss out of my sister’s baby girl.”

“I’m not scaring no baby.”  

Drake held onto his gun with his left hand and with his right, he reached over the front seat and wrapped his big hand around the man’s scrawny neck.  “You wanna re-think your answer?”

The man wheezed.  Both of Fred’s hands came up to try and yank Drake’s iron finger’s away from his throat.  It was no use.  Finally, he gave up, his eyes bulging.  

“Nod if you’re going to answer my questions.”

The man gave the best nod he could under the circumstances.  Drake dropped him back into the front seat of his car.

“Prison.  I knew your old man from prison.  We done time together a couple of years ago.”

“He got ahold of you awfully fast considering he just got out three days ago.”

“Huey.  Huey called us.  He told us ole Norville was getting sprung.  He rounded us up.”  Great, it was a family affair.  His dad’s cousin Huey was in on things.  He’d always hated that fucker.

“Who’s us?”

“Us.”  

Drake punched him in the back of the head.

The man let out a loud yell.  “Are you trying to kill me?” he asked as he tenderly touched the spot where Drake’s fist had landed.

“That was a love tap.  Give me names.”

“I don’t know everybody.”

The guy was a moron, Drake wanted to hit him again just to see if it would jumpstart his brain.  “Give me the names you do know,” he gritted out.

“There’s Al, he did time for trying to steal a car.  But it was an unmarked police car a block away from a police precinct.  He’s none too bright.”

“That must mean he’s dumber ‘n dirt if you’re noticing.”  Fred looked confused.  “Go on,” Drake prompted.

“Leslie is a man, even though he has a girl’s name.  He don’t like it when we try to call him Les.  He got beat up a lot in prison.  I personally think he liked it.  Getting beat up, that is.  Then there’s Snake.  He’s with the brotherhood.”  

Drake thought he knew what he was talking about, but he wanted to be sure.

“What brotherhood?”

“You know, the Aryan brotherhood.  He’s a Nazi.  He says next month he’ll have more guys coming.”

Fuck.

“Why is Huey so hellbent on recruiting guys to help my father?”

“It’s the other way around.  Norville tells Huey what to do.  Your dad and his cousin used to own this town.  Huey’s been trying to keep things together, but Norville says he’s going to own the county with all his contacts.”

“How does the sheriff figure into all of this?”

“Snake told me that he doesn’t want to get his hands too dirty, he just wants kick-backs, so Huey’s been paying him and a judge off.”

Drake swallowed hard to keep the bile down.  Just what kind of family tree had he fallen out of?  And where the hell was Huey hiding out, because he sure as hell hadn’t been at the homestead last night.

“Where you from, Fred?”

“Kentucky.”

“This your car?”  Drake could see the man consider lying.  He knocked him on the same spot on the head.

“Ow.  That hurts.  It’s my aunt’s car.”  Drake would bet anything that his aunt didn’t know Fred had it.

“Fred, you’re going to head back to Kentucky tonight.  If I see your ass in Tennessee again, I’m going to kill you.  Do you hear me?”

“Huey’ll kill me if I leave.”  Drake set down his gun on the backseat, leaned over the front seat, grabbed him by the throat and used the thumb of his other hand to dig into the goose-egg on the man’s head.  He was gratified by Fred’s scream.

“I’ll go.  I’ll go.  Please stop.”  Drake waited a moment, then he felt tears hit the hand that was holding onto Fred’s throat.

“Give me your gun and I’ll let you loose,” Drake promised.

“I don’t have one.”  

Drake dug in harder.

“It’s in the glove box.”  

What a dumbshit.  He’d had his gun where it wasn’t readily available.

“Open the driver’s side door and get out of the car when I let you loose, Fred.  Then go to the hood of the car and assume the position.”

“I’ll do anything.  Just stop hurting me.”  

More tears hit Drake’s hand.  He released Fred and prayed he wouldn’t make a play for the gun in the glovebox.  Not that he’d have a problem subduing the asshat.  Nope, he just wanted Fred to be conscious and able to drive back to Kentucky in the next ten minutes.  

Fred opened the car door and was soon pressed spread-eagled over the hood of the car.  Drake leaned over the front seat and pulled Fred’s pistol out of the glovebox.  He then got out of the car and frisked Fred and found a switchblade in his boot.  

“Pop the trunk of the car,” Drake directed, wanting to see if there were any more weapons.

The smell of body odor assaulted him when the trunk opened.  

“My God man, haven’t you heard of deodorant?” Drake demanded.  It had been rank in the car as the man sweated, but the pile of dirty laundry made him gag.  

“I was going to go to the laundry-mat,” Fred defended himself.

“Just get home to Kentucky and burn your clothes, you can’t save them.  If I see you here again, you’re going to be the first one I target.  Are we clear?”

Fred nodded.  

“Say the words.  Are we clear?”

“Yes.  I’m leaving town now.  Can I have my gun?” he asked, proving just how stupid he was.  

Drake shook his head and pointed to the open car door.  “You’ve got one minute for me to see taillights.  Otherwise you’ll be wishing Huey was here.”

Fred stood there looking at him.

“One, two, three,” Drake started counting, and Fred scrambled towards the driver’s seat.  He hit his knee against the door.  Once again, Drake had to listen to him whine.  Fred gunned the car trying to get it to go.  It was obvious the parking brake was on, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to press on the accelerator.  God, he’d be lucky to make it out of Sevier County, let alone back home to Kentucky.  Finally, Fred figured out his problem and the car lurched forward, and he did a fast U-turn.  It had taken longer than the allotted time, but Drake always gave extra consideration to the chronically stupid.  

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caitlyn-oleary                                                                                                 About the Author:

Caitlyn O’Leary is an avid reader, and considers herself a fan first and an author second. She reads a wide variety of genres, but finds herself going back to happily-ever-afters. Getting a chance to write, after years in corporate America is a dream come true. She hopes that her stories provide the kind of entertainment and escape that she has found from some of her favorite authors.

Her Series Include:

THE FOUND:

It’s a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and 100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them targets.

MIDNIGHT DELTA

This is focused on a group of Navy Seals. What makes them special is their bond to one another, and the women they come to love.

FATE HARBOR

This is the series that started her career, it is a Menage Series that takes place in Fate Harbor Washington. It focuses on a tight knit community who live and love and care for one another.

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The F-Word by Sandra Marton

 

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HOT & Romantic: The F-Word by Sandra Marton

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So let’s get this straight.
This is a story about romance.
Well, it’s not a story. I mean, it’s not something somebody made up. It’s about me. And yeah, in case you’re wondering, I’m a guy.
Surprised? Sure you are. You figure those words just don’t go together. Romance, with a capital R. Guy, with a capital G. You’re probably sitting there and smirking. What could a dude possibly know about romance? You figure we’re big on sex. But romance?
You’re right.
Romance is not a male thing.
And that’s exactly my problem.
The bottom line is that whatever you think you know about men and romance is pretty much correct. You figure we’re big on the F-word as long as it stands for Fuck and not Forever.

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This was a truly enjoyable book. I’ll admit, I chose it purely because of the cover. Two words, Stuart. Reardon. I have a massive crush on the dude, he’s one of my hall pass guys.

So, I’m new to Sandra Marton, and another thing besides the cover, she has my first name. Then, I read the blurb, so I decided it sounded like a nice read. I’m so very glad I chose it!

I got quite a kick reading this romance from Matthew’s POV. He’s a rich, handsome guy who’s narrating this story. He has his own theories about relationships, and the F-word, though it’s not quite what you all may be thinking.

He has a wonderful, if a bit self-depricating PA Bailey, who he’s had for 6 years and hasn’t paid much attention to aside from office affairs. But when he overhears a phone conversation, he decides to help her out with a problem. From there, it’s a wonderful, fun, romp into love.

I certainly had a smile on my face the entire time I read this, though I would have loved Bailey’s POV as well.

This book gets 4 and a half shiny, happy, Orgasms

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EXCERPT

Matthew O’Malley is one hell of a catch. He’s rich, handsome, charming, smart—and every woman who’s slept with him says he’s fantastic in bed.

This is all true, but he’s also a guy who got where he is today by working hard and by hiring the best people.

Bailey Abram is one of those people. She’s Matthew’s PA. She’s loyal, efficient, brilliant—and she’s never been with a man in her life.

Suddenly, it’s crisis time. Bailey’s cousin is getting married and Bailey’s mother insists she come home for the wedding. Bailey refuses. She and her cousin have a long, unpleasant history. Bailey was the straight A student. Violet was the prom queen and she’s never let Bailey forget it. So Bailey tells a huge lie. She can’t come to the wedding, she says, because she’s going away for the weekend with a rich, gorgeous, sexy guy.

Matthew overhears this. And he sees her burst into tears when she ends the call to her mother. He hates to see Bailey so unhappy. After all, this is his PA. His dedicated paragon of efficiency. Impulsively, he offers to help. Why not go to the wedding with her? Play the part of her rich, gorgeous, sexy boyfriend?

So what if it means spending four intense days getting to know each other outside the office? So what if it means turning Bailey from a woman who dresses like somebody’s maiden aunt into a hot-looking babe? So what if it means teaching her how to touch him and be touched by him, kiss him and be kissed by him? There won’t be any real sex because it’s only a game.

Right?
That’s all it is.

Just a smoking-hot, set-fire-to-the-sheets game.

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About the Author

Sandra Marton is a USA Today Bestselling Author with approximately 35,000,000 (and counting!) books in print in twenty-plus languages. Sandra’s Harlequin Presents novels all feature the sexy, gorgeous, complex, tough on the outside but tender on the inside Alpha heroes she loves to create. So do all her brand new single title novels: The Prince of Pleasure, Emily: Sex & Sensibility (The Wilde Sisters, book one), Jaimie: Fire & Ice (The Wilde Sisters, book two) and, coming soon, Lissa: Sugar & Spice (The Wilde Sister, book three).

Sandra has won the Holt Medallion. She’s been a finalist for the Romance Writers of America prestigious RITA award four times. She’s won eight Romantic Times Magazine Reviewers’ Choice Awards and was honored with their Career Achievement Award for Series Romance.

Sandra always dreamed of becoming a writer. She wrote poems when she was little, moved on to writing short stories by the time she was in university. She was graduated with Honors in English but, she says, life—a lovely one—intervened with her writing dream. She married, had a family, became active politically in the small town outside New York City where she and her husband lived. Then, one day, she paused long enough to realize her dream was getting away from her and decided to do something about it.

Sandra wrote her very first novel, a romance she called Rapture in the Sands. She sent a synopsis and one chapter to several publishers. A senior editor at Harlequin liked what she’d read and asked to see the rest. After revisions, Harlequin Mills and Boon Ltd bought and published the book.

Today, Sandra is a full time author. She lives in northern Connecticut with her husband, who was her childhood sweetheart, in a sun-drenched house surrounded by woods..

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Excerpt

You realize we’ve never been on a date?”  He smirks at me, and my stomach flutters. Riddick is right, we haven’t. We couldn’t go out in public when we were younger since we were forbidden. And now we can; we can do anything we want. Go anywhere. Simply just be. It’s as if time has frozen for one split second. A conversation similar to this one pops into my mind. He said the same thing to me once. How he wished we could go out, be seen. Tell the entire town that in spite of the rumors of his father killing my parents, we were two teenagers in love; and if we could overcome it, then they as adults should as well. We were never given that chance.

“Oh. Does this mean you’re asking me out? I mean, I’ve already proven I’ll give you whatever you want, so dating is irrelevant at this point, don’t you think?” He groans, lifts me up and over him. His hardness is pressing into my stomach. I lay my hands on his chest, my eyes fluttering to render my innocence.

“Temptation got you fucked last night. Don’t tempt me, my naughty little angel. I’ll fuck you until the only choice you have to get out of this bed is to crawl. So, yes, I’m asking you out. Just me and you.”

“Okay. Where will we be going?” I agree. My insides are dancing and jiggling about as I watch him reach up and stretch his arms above his head before bringing them down to grab my ass. I sigh. I fizzle, and I may internally blow up with the detonator button being my clit.

“You’ll see,” he utters. Voice stating it’s a secret. Whatever. I’ll go wherever he wants me to go as long as we’re together.

“Tell me about these?” I coax those words out with ease as I outline the spider web tattoo around one of his nipples. He laughs. I scowl.

“I’m serious. Do any of them have a special meaning?” I ask seriously this time. “I bet I could get off just by standing in the shower watching you wash these.” I trot on seductively.

“Same goes for me with watching you arch your back, your mouth-watering tits with those pink nipples begging me to suck them as you wash your hair.” He lifts his hand, tugs my hair out of the confines of the band, and pulls so that my neck is exposed.

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comes the first book in a series of standalones in The Saint Series.

 

Riddick by Kathy Coopmans releases on December 5th.

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Blurb

She told me Heaven would knock on my door one day.

That I would be swept away from the hell I lived in.

She was right about one thing and so wrong about the other.

Heaven came in the form of an angel just like she said.

Beautiful.

Perfect.

An angel.

And then.

My life became hell.

She disappeared. Vanished.

I left. Went to war. Killed. All for her.

Every face was the man who took her.

Every dream filled with her.

For twelve years I existed in hell. Breathed in the fires from down below.

Until her, the woman on the beach outside of my home.

Captivating.

Enchanting.

Mesmerizing.

It couldn’t be my Cora, my angel, my heaven on earth.

She was dead.

Wasn’t she?

 

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Amazon Best Selling Author Kathy Coopmans, lives in Michigan with her husband Tony where they have two grown sons.

After raising her children she decided to publish her first book and retiring from being a hairstylist.

She now writes full time.

She’s a huge sports fan with her favorite being Football and Tennis.

She’s a giver and will do anything she can to help another person succeed!

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He sensed her before he saw her. The soft thud of her boots, whispers in the air, the intoxicating scent of her perfume. Not wanting to ruin the moment, he kept his eyes averted until he finished his call. When he finally looked up, he saw an angel, dressed as the devil, to tempt him beyond original sin.
“Hello, Mr. Mob Boss.”
Hunger like he’d never known before took over him at the sound of her voice—husky and throaty in a way that made him think about pushing her to places where they would both lose their self-control.
She tapped her foot, and his gaze dropped to her boots. Cristo! She rocked her sexy punk clothes like no other woman he’d met, and more than anything he wanted to get under her skin. He wanted to know what made her tick, what music she listened to, what she liked to eat, and whether her apartment was as offbeat as her clothes. He wanted to know what it was about her that made a powerful Toscani capo with an empire to run want to spend the evening in a pool hall waiting for her to appear.
“Mia.” Her name on his lips was a sensual treat. “You’re lucky I’m a patient man.”
She snorted a laugh. “You are not a patient man. A patient man would have waited to bump into me on the street or at a wedding or a funeral, of which I expect there will be many after people see you here with me. An impatient man lays siege until he gets what he wants.”
“Do I get what I want?” He leaned forward and licked his lips, his entire being focused on her. An entire SWAT team could have run into the building throwing grenades and shooting machine guns, and he would have been totally unable to drag his gaze away.
“Depends what it is.”
“How about you in my bed?” He wasn’t usually so direct with the women he was trying to seduce, but playing it safe wasn’t going to work with a strong woman like Mia. He had to prove himself worthy and he could only do that by taking risk. Although he tried to convince himself he had come to honor a debt, the reality was he couldn’t stay away.
“You’ve wasted one of your three wishes. Try again.”
Nico frowned. “I thought I was forgiven.”
“Because I accepted a ride from you, and you fixed my car? Because I gave you a little thank-you kiss? Gratitude for a kind deed doesn’t equal forgiveness. And forgiveness doesn’t equal sex.”
Sex.
His assessing gaze drifted down her body, taking in the quick flutter of the pulse in her neck, the slight flush on her cheeks, and the bead of her nipples pressed against her thin tank top. He felt the impact of her desire deep in his groin. Fuck. Thirty seconds with her and he was perilously close to losing his self-control. Again.
“Are you done checking me out, Mr. Mob Boss?”
Cristo. Every word from her mouth went straight to his cock. Women didn’t talk to Nico with amused disdain. They didn’t accept his gifts and walk away. They didn’t make him wait three hours in a pool hall for the honor of their presence.
“You are a beautiful woman,” he said honestly. “You deserve a man who knows how to please a woman in bed.”
Her lips tipped at the corners, and she walked without hesitation between his parted legs sending all the wrong messages to the right part of his body. “And that would be you?”
“Yes.”
Heat sizzled in the air between them, and she dropped her gaze but, not before he saw the truth in her eyes. Yes, she wanted him. But she was going to make him work damn hard for the privilege of finding out what she hid beneath those badass punk clothes.
Boldly, he smoothed his hand up her thigh to curve around her hip. Pulling her closer, he gestured her down, pressed his lips to her ear. “You are wet for me, bella. Hot. I hear your need in the quickness of your breath, see it the flush in your cheeks, your nipples tight and begging for my touch, and if I stroked you, gently rubbed my thumb over your clit, you would come for me, and you would scream my name.”
Her breath hitched, ever so softly, and then she pulled away. “Save the sweet words for the women who are awed by your mobster charm.”

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Nico, the first book in the Ruin & Revenge series by New York Times bestselling author Sarah Castille
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Las Vegas Mafia boss Nico Toscani is used to getting what he wants, whether it is having the City of Sin under his rule or a beautiful woman in his bed. But when he meets his match in the gorgeous, headstrong Mia Cordano, the daughter of a rival crime lord, all bets are off . . . Sexy computer hacker Mia struggles to break free of her ruthless father’s Mafia ties . . . but she can’t resist the powerful and seductive Nico, who will stop at nothing to possess her. With their families locked in a brutal war for control of the city, Mia and Nico enter into a forbidden game. Will they surrender to the passion that burns between them and risk tearing apart their families? Or will Nico be forced to betray the only woman who sets his blood on fire?

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About the Author:
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sarah Castille worked and travelled abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes contemporary erotic romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who tame them. Her books include the bestselling “Redemption” fighter romance series, and the dark, gritty Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club romance series.
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Sweet Cheeks Now Live!

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An all new second chance love story by the New York Times Bestselling author of the Driven series.

Sweet Cheeks by K. Bromberg is NOW LIVE!

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It all started with the invitation. To my ex-fiance’s new wedding.
I should have ignored it.Thrown it away. Set it afire. But I didn’t. I replied.
With a plus one.
And then my assistant accidentally mailed it.
Enter Hayes Whitley. Mega-movie star. The man who captured the hearts of millions. But I gave him mine years ago. He was my first love. He was my everything. Right until he up and left to chase his dreams without so much as a simple goodbye.
When he showed up out of the blue ten years later, I should have known to steer clear. I should have rejected his offer to take me to my ex’s wedding. I should have never let him kiss me.
But I didn’t.

 

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And now we’re left wondering if the pieces of the life we once shared still fit together somehow. First loves are hard to forget. The question is, do we want to forget? Or do we risk the chance and see what happens next?

 

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New York Times Bestselling author K. Bromberg writes contemporary novels that contain a mixture of sweet, emotional, a whole lot of sexy and a little bit of real. She likes to write strong heroines and damaged heroes who we love to hate and hate to love.
She’s a mixture of most of her female characters: sassy, intelligent, stubborn, reserved, outgoing, driven, emotional, strong, and wears her heart on her sleeve. All of which she displays daily with her husband and three children where they live in Southern California.
On a whim, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Since then she has written The Driven Series (Driven, Fueled, Crashed, Raced, Aced), the standalone Driven Novels (Slow Burn, Sweet Ache, Hard Beat, and Down Shift (Releasing 10/4/16)), and a short story titled UnRaveled. She is currently finishing up Sweet Cheeks a standalone novel out at the end of 2016.
Her plans for 2017 include a sports romance duet (The Player (#1) and The Catch (#2)) and the Everyday Heroes series (Cuffed (#1), Combust (#2), and Cockpit (#3). She’s also writing a novella for the 1,001 Dark Night series that will be out in February 2017.
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Declan

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You want to know about me? I believe in three things: loyalty to my friends, helping those in need and

the end justifies the means.

Declan (Shadow Alliance Book One) by Caitlyn O’Leary

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Spin-Off of Navy SEAL Midnight Delta Series

This is what you need to know.

I keep the people around me safe,

And sometimes I rain vengeance on my enemies.

It’s who I am, and what I do.

As a former Army Ranger, I get the job done.

After an unforgivable betrayal by one of my own,

I created the Shadow Alliance.

We handle the dark and dangerous work,

Jobs that governments won’t.

And now, the sexy, smart, and feisty Allison Davies needs my help.

As an FBI Agent, enlisting my help could cost her job.

But, I’m her only hope.

There’s only one problem.

Our mutual desire just might get in the way.

One misstep and we become the hunted.

A price I just might be willing to pay.

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You know, I wasn’t too sure how I’d like this book. Military romances can be give or take with me depending on the writer, and this is actually my first book by Caitlyn. I’ll definitely be reading more! I thoroughly enjoyed this book! The characters were three-dimensional, the writing was superb. I loved the interplay between Declan and Allison.

Declan was a Special forces Major who’s teammate betrayed him and caused chaos and devastation in his wake. Declan, being in charge, still feels guilty over all of this. He has formed a special elite black ops group known as the Shadow Alliance. FBI agent Allison Davies hunts Declan down while he and the team are helping flood victims to question him about the teammate who betrayed him. But it seems Allison is after him for reasons other than an on=the-books operation, and Declan plans on finding out why. But then they both wind up needing to be kept safe from the same enemy.

This was a great book, and I’m glad I got in at the beginning of the series, because I’m most definitely going along for the ride with this one!

This book gets 5 Special Forces Orgasms

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EXCERPT

“I want to know about you.  I want to know what makes you tick.  What makes you happy.  I want to know about Allison Davies.  Is that so wrong?”

“I guess not,” she said hesitantly.

“We read the same books.  Well, I don’t read the bare-chested men books.  But that one that you re-read…I might have to buy that one.”  She hit me on the arm.  I’d hit a nerve.

I pressed closer until her breasts were against my chest.  Heavenly.  Her nipples hardened.  Pulling her hips close to my body, I bent to nuzzle her neck, and drink in her scent.  Fuck, she smelled good.  Peaches again.  I didn’t even realize my hands had moved until I felt the soft flesh of her tits.  Oh God, had my dick ever been this hard?

But I needed to take it slow.  Whether she knew it or not, she’d just admitted that plants were too big of a commitment for her.  I didn’t want to rush her into sex, not until we’d broken down a few more barriers.  But there was no way I was going to deny myself another kiss.

“Declan, please.”

“I’m here, baby.”  I brushed my thumb across the edge of her bangs and looked into the midnight depths of her eyes.  I kissed her nose and was rewarded with a languid smile.  Taking her hand, I guided her out to the living room.  I sat down in the corner of the couch, and drew her onto my lap, she curled up like a kitten.

“You’re so beautiful.”

She looked down and tried to hide her face with her hair.  I tucked it behind her ear and trailed kisses along her cheek.  “So beautiful.”

She shook her head.  I kissed the tear that formed.

“Ah, honey.  You make me ache.  I watch you, and I want you.  Your eyes draw me in and take my breath away.”

She shook her head again, but I could tell she was listening.

“I told Conroy to buy you that blue dress so it would match your eyes.”

Her breath caught, and she looked at me.

“You were an absolute mess.  Nothing but a camp bath.  But when you took the dress out of the shopping bag, I couldn’t erase the vision of you wearing it.  Do you know what I did?”

She shook her head, and I hesitated, but her eyes were so shy and hopeful.

“I jerked off in the shower imagining you in that dress, Allie.”

“You did not.”

I kissed the tip of her nose.  “Did too.”

She giggled.

“Can I kiss you now?”

She wound her arms around my neck.  “I want to kiss you.”

I waited.  Her mouth parted, and she licked her plump lips.  Jesus, I thought I might die.  She pulled my head downwards, and I dove in.  So soft, so perfect.  And there was that electric shock again as we touched.  She shivered.  I stroked her long hair, and she moaned as our tongues met.

I traced her jaw, her skin was so soft and her mouth flowered open, allowing me to explore further.  My hand moved to cup the back of her head and slid down to the bow that tied her dress.  I hesitated.

No, Declan.

Yes, Declan.

By the time, the ‘Yes, Declan’ had been said, the bow was untied, and blue silk was drifting downwards.

She whimpered.

“Are you okay?” I whispered against her wet lips.  She nodded.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes.”

My hand cupped the silky texture of her breast, so warm and soft.  I rolled her nipple between my fingers.

“Ahhh.”  Her head fell back against the arm of the sofa.  I bent and suckled.  She gripped my head.  Pressing me harder against the hard tip.  She whimpered again, and I looked up.  Her lips were open and shiny.  I needed another kiss.

I surged upwards and took her mouth and plundered.  My head spun.  She moaned.

Oh God, this is not what I wanted for her.  Not yet.  I needed to slow things down because I couldn’t be trusted.  I pulled away, then kissed her eyelids, and then her nose.

I tied her dress.  Then because I couldn’t resist, I kissed her mouth again.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“I need more time to savor you, love.  But know that this is killing me.  I’ve never had a more beautiful woman in my arms.”

She rolled her eyes.

I pinched her butt.

“You listen to me and believe me when I call you beautiful.  That’s the new rule.”

“Fine.”  She sighed.  “But if I forget, you have to kiss me.”  I loved that little bit of self-confident sass.

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About the Author:

Caitlyn O’Leary is an avid reader, and considers herself a fan first and an author second. She reads a wide variety of genres, but finds herself going back to happily-ever-afters. Getting a chance to write, after years in corporate America is a dream come true. She hopes that her stories provide the kind of entertainment and escape that she has found from some of her favorite authors.

Her Series Include:

THE FOUND:

It’s a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and 100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them targets.

MIDNIGHT DELTA

This is focused on a group of Navy Seals. What makes them special is their bond to one another, and the women they come to love.

FATE HARBOR

This is the series that started her career, it is a Menage Series that takes place in Fate Harbor Washington. It focuses on a tight-knit community who live and love and care for one another.

Stalk Her: Website, Facebook, Amazon, and Goodreads.

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