“Heroes out of Uniform” are standalone shorts, novellas and novels featuring men with military backgrounds. What sets these titles apart from other stories I have with soldiers and sailors is the SWEETNESS factor. These men are protective and fierce, but they aren’t into being an alphahole (but if that’s what you like, I can hook you up there, too!).
CURVY WHEN WET
Once upon a time, the ocean fascinated me with its unending beauty and otherworldly creatures. Now, its mere image terrifies me. Maybe that’s not a big deal for most people, but I spent the last four years studying to become a marine biologist.
That’s not the worst of it. Corwin Hale, the big, bad Navy SEAL I’ve known forever, finds out about my sudden phobia and insists on fixing me. That’s not the solution I need. All Corwin can do is lead me into the deepest waters of my life and break my heart.
But I can’t tell him that — he doesn’t know I’m in love with him.
Teague Allen is a former Spec Ops soldier who has recently returned home to L.A. and gets conned by a buddy to fill in as a fitness instructor.
Charlie is the plus-size beauty who won’t give him the time of day, let alone her phone number, especially after Teague has the audacity to tuck his number and address in the band of her workout pants like she’s some kind of stripper!
So what if she fantasizes about him for a week straight and checks him out online, going so far as to look at the county property records for the address he gave her.
It’s not like she’s ever going to his house.
Unless, of course, she finds herself stranded on a nearby street on a hot summer afternoon.
But that totally doesn’t mean she’s going to act on those dirty fantasies.
DIRTY SWEET CURVES
Stopping at a strip club from his younger days, former Army Captain Thomas Wylie wants nothing more than the best pork rub in all of Memphis. But the club has changed. Like Wylie, it’s gotten harder and rough around the edges.
Determined to finish his limp cheeseburger and leave, he’s all but out the door when a plus-size beauty walks on stage and starts to dance amid catcalls and disgruntled hisses.
Working the pole under the stage name of Gaia, Rhea Butler knows she’s more than twice the size of the next largest dancer at the club. She’s reminded three times a night, six nights a week as she starts each shift and has to win the audience over one jeering patron at a time.
Rhea doesn’t want the men’s admiration, just their money. She has a debt she can never work off, but she’s doing the best she can, one dance at a time. She’s certain that’s all life has on tap for her — until Wylie shows up at her other job determined to prove her wrong.
I don’t know who’s crazier — me for harboring a secret crush on the exceedingly delicious Major Logan Jones or the former Mrs. Jones for leaving him.
I know who’s dumber. Me! I exchanged one too many dirty texts about the major with my best friend. The last one went to Logan’s phone and now he’s about to discover all my dirty little fantasies and a choice photo or ten.
Oh, and a video of me, in my bedroom, my legs spread wide, my battery-operated boyfriend on the quilt next to me, a mix of cream and lube…