Naval Maneuvers is a book in three parts. In each, the heroines show off their talents in very individual ways. In Weighing Anchor, Dr. Melissa Crandall is a woman raised in the Marine Corps and who developed a real distaste for military life. What is she to do when she falls in love with a Navy man?
In the back seat, Mel reached for him immediately and he embraced her. “You must think I’m pretty fast,” she said.
“You’re perfect. I think this taxi is too damn slow, though.” He nipped at her neck until he reached her ear. “I want you, Melissa.”
“I hope so,” she whispered against his neck. “I think tonight is a pretty sure thing.”
In Anchor Home, Patricia Wells meets her first love again after thirteen years, heartfelt secrets, and a deep distrust lay bet
ween them.
Pat Welles stopped dead as she entered the elevator. An instrumental rendition of “The Way You Look Tonight” played on the Musak. She hadn’t heard the song in years, and immediately she went back in time, back to her senior prom and the boy who’d held her close.
“Excuse me,” a voice said from behind her, and she gave herself a mental shake to bring her back to the present. But as she moved to the corner and plastered herself to the elevator’s mirrored wall, her heart took on a staccato beat and she drifted again. Sam Turner. Lord, she hadn’t thought of him in years. But the magic of music—of that song in particular—led her to feel his arms around her once more, if only virtually.
My favorite heroine in the book, Carissa Walker, is a JAG lawyer in Dropping Anchor. Unbeknownst to her, the man she meets up with and falls in love with is also a Navy man, but not an officer. Developing a relationship goes against military regulations–regs she is duty bound to uphold. She’s a strong, very sexy woman and when she finds Todd Baxter in the North Carolina woods (or rather, when he finds her!) her fate is decided.
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, ran circles around her nipples and zipped right to her core. 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.
Come and meet Carissa and learn some of her secrets on the Romance Lives Forever blog. I hope once you visit with her for a few minutes you’ll want to learn more about her–and about Mel and Pat, too!
Thanks!
Dee
Naval Maneuvers: When a woman requires an earth-shattering crush of pleasure to carry her away, she can’t do better than to call on the US Navy. Sorry, Marines!
Kayelle Allen writes Sci Fi with misbehaving robots, mythic heroes, role playing immortal gamers, and warriors who purr. She’s a US Navy veteran who’s been married so long she’s tenured.
So my biggest fear is water. I don’t like it. It’s okay to bathe in or drink, and I don’t break out into hives or anything when I’m near it, but all things being equal, I’d just as soon stay away at a distance from any large bodies of it. When I was growing up in Virginia Beach I used to go to the beach and even went out into the ocean—up to my waist, maybe—and cousins and I used to “swim” in the James River, but would I ever willingly go out to where I couldn’t see land? Um…no. All of those cruise ships you see advertised on TV? They are safe from ever having me as a passenger. My dad made me take swimming in college, and I was not even a happy camper in a pool. So when those same commercials show a cruise ship at sea and people frolicking in a pool, it’s like a double whammy for me.
perhaps I was a Roman galley slave, lost in a sea battle. Or maybe I was a Norse child who stepped foot in the north Atlantic and was taken by the Kraken. Who knows? I only see the result of those events.
Mediterranean, I did enjoy going out whale watching a few years ago in San Diego—within sight of the shore, of course. I absolutely cannot imagine my dad’s life, standing watch on board ship with nothing around him but water. That’s too much “Water, water, everywhere/Nor any drop to drink.” (Coleridge) Imagining that actually does give me hives!
Ever since I first heard “Moon River” by Henry Mancini and Johnny Mercer, I’ve been in love with it. It’s definitely my theme song and here’s why.
of life hubby and I planned. We’ve lived the life we wanted (and still are!), and no song represents us more than this one.
About Meredith:
to be published because no editor wanted first person point of view. Now of course, that’s not the case—lots of erotic romances are in first person, and a good many other genre books are, too. Times change, opinions change.
us to stretch since another character’s emotions have to be revealed through the POV of the focus character. That’s not always easy.