Please welcome talented author, Dee Knight, and her book, Naval Maneuvers!
Available in eBook and paperback.
Blurb:
Men and
women of the armed forces experience desire and love pretty much like everyone
else. Except, well, there is that uniform. And the hard-to-resist attraction of
"duty, honor, service" as a man might apply them to a woman's
pleasure. All things considered, romance among the military is a pretty sexy,
compelling force for which you'd better be armed, whether weighing anchor and
moving forward into desire, dropping anchor and staying put for passion, or
setting a course for renewed love with anchor home.
Excerpt:
She
cleared her throat. Finally concentrating on the map he held she asked,
"Where are we again?" Jeez. The thing had to have every trail in the
area on it. Even with this map, she’d be just as lost.
He
studied the paper for a few seconds and then folded it so he could use one hand
to hold it. With the other he pointed. "We're here. I'd say if you head
back west about a mile and then turn north you'll run right into the campground."
Sure enough, right under his finger was a mark for Paradise Valley Campground.
"About four miles should do it."
"Four
miles?"
"Done
in?" He smiled and in the dappled sunlight his eyes twinkled and his
straight teeth seemed blindingly white. He was good looking enough to be a
model. An underwear model. Yeah, her
mind's eye pictured him in only underwear. She licked her lips.
Unfortunately,
in her current state—more hair pulled loose from her ponytail than still in it,
Redskins ball cap half on, half off, scratches on her arms and legs, and
probably smears of grime from where she'd wiped sweat off her face—she must
look more like a reject from Deliverance.
"I've
been out since about ten and I'm not used to these mountains. I usually do my
running on flat ground."
"Did
you have plenty of water with you and something to eat?"
"Water,
yes. But only a cup of trail mix."
He raised
his brows until the right brow disappeared under the shock of hair on his
forehead. "Where do you normally run?"
"Around
D.C."
"Ah.
Where there's a coffee shop every few blocks."
Just
because she was lost was no friggin’ cause for him to patronize her. "I
normally run ten to fifteen miles a day with nary a coffee break. This is just
my first time here, and I'm not quite used to the ups and downs."
"They
do call them 'mountains.'"
And they do call them assholes. Shocks
of sexual electricity and hyper-attraction did not excuse a man from being a
dick. "You're right. So right.
Thanks for the help. I'll be on my way now." After consulting her compass
once more she started west, the thought of four miles draining what was left of
her energy. But she could do it. Four miles was nothing. Nothing. She did more than that every day of the week.
A
branch knocked the cap off her head just as a vine caught her leg and she fell,
sliding on her butt into a shallow ravine. Her hair clung to her neck and face.
She pulled strands out of her mouth, off her forehead and back behind her ears.
When had she last been this hot, sweaty, and just plain exhausted? Maintains one, Carie zero.
Leaves
rustled behind her and over her head. "You can make the four miles,"
he called down to her. "I don't have any
doubts about it. Or you can walk half a mile to the road and I'll drive
you."
Half a mile? There's a friggin'
road half a mile
away? Why didn't he point that out on his little Boy Scout map?
Sighing,
she dragged herself to her feet and started up the five yards of hillside that
looked more like a mountain. When she was close to the top, he extended his
hand. She took it and another spark sizzled up her arm, across her shoulder, and
zipped south. Good God! He was like a sexual magnetic pole. If she pointed her
compass at him, the needle would snap right to S-E-X.
Bio:
A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making
getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people,
fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they
had sex, lots of sex. Writing was so much fun Dee decided to keep at it. That's
how she spends her days. Her nights? Well, she's lucky that her dream man,
childhood sweetheart, and long-time hubby are all the same guy, and nights are
their secret. For romance ranging from sweet to historical, contemporary to
paranormal and more join Dee on Nomad Authors: htpps://nomadauthors.com.
Twitter:
@DeeSKnight
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