I've got the awesomesauce Lori King on my blog today talking about her newest release THE MARINE'S SEDUCTION.
Best friends since childhood, Bristol Abbot and Roan Storm
wouldn’t dream of mucking up their relationship with sex, until his deployment
going away party and too much tequila drive them together.
Six weeks later, there’s more than just friendship at stake.
Bristol is pregnant while Roan is stationed overseas for six
more months, and neither knows what comes next.
As the weeks turn into months, their friendship morphs into
a shared devotion to their child and each other. Bristol is determined to honor
her promise of including Roan in their child’s life, she just has no
assumptions of a deeper relationship no matter how much she wants more.
For Roan, what once seemed impossible, now feels as necessary as
breathing, and he comes home with a new set of orders in mind.
This Marine has seduction on the brain…
#kobo: Coming Soon!
Excerpt
“Whose idea was it to get an
apartment on the third floor of a building with no fucking elevator?” she
groaned, holding her head.
“If I recall, you wanted this place
because of the rooftop deck. Said you could watch the sunrise whenever you wanted like you were on top of the world.”
“Yes, the roof!” Bristol nodded and
clapped her hands excitedly. “Let’s go up there and look at the stars.”
“You need to get some sleep, B,” he
protested as she pulled him through the small apartment to the stairway he knew
led above.
“I will, but we can look at the
stars now, then when you’re gone, I’ll think of you every time I look up at
them. I’ll know you’re looking at the same stars, thinking of me.”
Roan knew she probably didn’t
intend her words to be so sentimental, but the alcohol was acting like a truth
serum, and it shut down her inhibitions. She rarely allowed anyone to see this
side of her. Following her up the tiny flight of stairs, he was soon seated on
a wooden lounge chair, with her between his legs, her back against his chest,
his arms wrapped around her to keep her warm.
“See, there’s my favorite, Ursa
Major, the Big Bear,” she pointed upwards.
“Isn’t that the Big Dipper?”
“Yes and no. The Big Dipper is part
of the Big Bear, but they’re still two different constellations,” she
explained. “My dad taught me that when I was tiny.”
Her voice was wistful when she
spoke of her recently deceased father, and Roan hugged her tighter. Having lost
his own mother to uterine cancer when he was eleven, he sympathized with her
pain.
“Roan, how much longer do you think
you can take doing these missions?” she asked randomly.
Stunned silent, he could only shrug
behind her.
“You’ve been gone more than you’ve
been home. Don’t you get lonely?”
“Sure, every Marine gets lonely
occasionally, but I’m one of the lucky ones because I get constant contact. You
and my family send me packages, letters, and cards, and I can use FaceTime on
some missions, Skype on others. There are plenty of guys over there who don’t
have access to any of that.”
“Would you stay if they gave you
the option?”
Roan tensed and frowned down at the
top of her head, “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. I just hate when
you’re gone. My world seems off-kilter
somehow.” She sat up abruptly. “I’m like Lucy with no Ethel.”
“Excuse me?” He felt his eyebrow
arch in question. “I am no Ethel. If anyone here is Lucy, it’s me.”
“Nah, Lucy was always instigating
trouble, and Ethel just went along with it.”
“Which is exactly why I’m the Lucy
in this relationship,” Roan laughed. She
shivered, and he tugged her back against him. Instead of resuming their spooned
position, she lay sideways against him, her shoulder on his chest, her hands
dangerously close to forbidden territory. “If you’re cold, we should go back
downstairs.”
“I don’t want to yet. I like having
you all to myself,” she sighed and tipped
her face up, the pale moonlight barely lighting her face properly. “Have you
ever thought about giving it up? The Marines, I mean?”
“Aw, B, of course, it’s crossed my mind. Every man who’s had to watch a friend
die or had to kill someone has second-guessed
his career choice, but I was born to be a Marine. Giving it up would be like
giving up air. My body just wouldn’t work anymore.”
She nodded, “I figured you would
say something like that.”
“I always come back.”
Thanks so much for stopping by, Lori. :)
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