Blurb:
Men and women of the armed forces experience lust 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. Explore the world of love and the military and see just how hot Naval Maneuvers can be.
Weighing Anchor (allowing a ship to move forward by retrieving the anchor): A professional woman sworn to avoiding all things military finds herself in love with a lieutenant commander in the Navy. Love won’t conquer all if she allows her childhood memories to eclipse future happiness.
Dropping Anchor (securing movement by dropping the anchor): Two people find (surprisingly) that they are both in the Navy and love their chosen professions—until one turns out to be an officer but not a gentleman and the other is a gentleman but not an officer.
Anchor Home (safe, smooth sailing): When two former lovers find each other after more than a decade, will a long-hidden secret threaten the course of a rekindled romance or be the cause of it?
Excerpt from Weighing Anchor:
David swung open the door of their room after only one knock. He took her in with one quick glance and proclaimed her fucking beautiful. He’d been aching for this all afternoon.
Holding up a white bag he said, “As promised, I brought Italian. And I’m hungry. But not for baked ziti.” He dropped the bag on the room’s café table and opened his arms. Mel rushed to him. Molding her body to his and feeling her soften in his arms, taking her lips in a greedy kiss that she met with equal hunger—this is what he’d imagined and longed for. What he knew now he would always long for.
“You’re mine,” he ground out in a raspy voice. “Mine.”
Flipping positions so that she backed the wall, he dropped to his knees and reached under her skirt—thank God she’d worn something other than slacks. “You naughty girl. You’ve gone all commando on me.” He nestled his nose to the apex of her thighs and inhaled, taking the scent of her arousal deep into his lungs. He nudged her legs apart and pushed her skirt to her waist and with one, long lick, he took in her taste. She was fucking delicious.
Mel’s moans faded to the background as he proceeded to mine her pussy with his tongue. He loved the way she kept herself clean shaven, knowing how much he enjoyed eating her out, something he intended to do several times before they separated on Sunday afternoon—something he hated the thought of doing. Feasting on Melissa had turned into one of his favorite things in the world. How could he do without?
By the time he’d switched from his tongue to two fingers lightly stroking her pussy while his tongue sought out and attended to her clit, Mel had stabbed her fingers into his hair and pressed his mouth closer. Her hips rocked against him. She was close. Her moans had changed to sweet little sounds between pants.
Once again, David used his tongue on her pussy and pressed her clit hard with his thumb. Mel screamed his name and her cream drenched his mouth and chin. He lapped at her, taking all she had to give before pressing his forehead into her stomach and catching his breath.
Finally, as shaky as she, he stood up and took her mouth. Their tongues battled for supremacy. Mel pushed into his mouth and he pushed back. “God, I missed you,” he said when they broke for breath.
She smiled and smoothed her hand over his hair. “It was only a few hours. But I missed you, too,” she said, and then kissed him once more. “I have to admit, after being apart you sure know how to welcome a girl.”
“That? That was nothing. I have hours of pleasure saved up to share with you.” He laid his forehead against hers. “Did you really miss me? Even with all the texts?”
Her arms were around his neck and she lazily stroked his neck. He loved when she touched him. Anywhere. “They only made me miss you more. I don’t know how people stand long distance relationships. If I’d had to go longer than these few hours, I would have died.” She took his mouth again, but this time, in addition to the passion, a tiny frisson of worry ran down his spine.
He pushed it away. It’s the kind of things lovers say—I couldn’t wait to be with you, or I couldn’t stand another minute away from you—but in the end, people put away that hyperbole and dealt with the realities of life. That is, people in love do. And he hoped Mel was in love with him because he sure as hell was in love with her.
“If you can wait a few more minutes to eat, we have the microwave to reheat dinner. I think I need some more Mel time,” he said with a grin. “Let’s get you off your feet.” Sweeping her into his arms, he took her into the bedroom.
“And what do you intend to do now that you have me off my feet?” she asked in an innocent voice.
“Have my wicked way with you,” he answered with a growl. “But first, naked. I need you naked.”
She smiled, exchanging innocence for sexy in a nanosecond. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
He’d thought his cock couldn’t be any more needy but he’d been wrong. “You’re on,” he ground out.
Instead of hopping to get out of her clothes, though, she lay back and regarded him. “David, are you…are you clean? That is—”
His hand froze on his belt buckle. “Yes! Yes, I’m good, I swear.” Was she implying what he thought she was? “And I can assure you, I’m not the kind of guy who slept around much, but during those times I’ve never, ever been without a condom.” Maybe he should ask about her, but she was a doctor, right? Surely she wouldn’t take any risks.
“Then do you think…I mean I really care for you. A lot. And if you think you care for me, too, maybe we could forego the condoms? I’m on the pill.”
Stunned, David wondered the correct thing to do here. He’d never been in this situation before and he wanted to get it right. Instead of continuing to strip, he lay on the bed beside her. He stroked her lips with his finger and took in her scent, which was unique to her.
“Melissa, this is early on. I know we’ve hardly known each other a month, and we haven’t been together for the majority of that time, but I know myself pretty damn well and I’m not afraid to say the words.” She gasped and her eyes grew wide. “I love you, Mel. Nothing like you has ever happened to me. As impossible as it seems after so little time, I love you.”
She was silent, staring at him with wonder. It was wonder, wasn’t it, and not horror or disgust?
“David, I love you, too.”
Fucking yeah. He gave a metal fist pump. Taking her into his arms, he kissed her tenderly, hoping to convey through his lips the sentiments he’d just expressed in words. He loved her damn it, and she loved him back. The world was one hell of a happy place.
When she leaned back from him he said, “So, shall we see what this feels like, skin to skin? It’s something I’ve never felt before.”
“Me either.”
He wrapped a strand of hair around his finger, loving the way it looked, binding them together for the moment the way his next actions would bind them for forever. This act of sex would be an emotional tie as well as a physical one. She was his woman. His. And he was about to claim her. She would claim him, too, and strangely, a calm settled over David with that knowledge.
“Think it will be different?”
“I know it will be because it will be new to each of us, a sign of our love and trust. And when I come,” he whispered, “a part of me will stay inside you for days, you and me as one.” He kissed her. “We can’t get any closer.”
In less than a minute the two were naked. David looked into her eyes and saw desire and a depth of feeling he’d never known. Love filled his heart and he knew this is how he would feel forever.
This is the way it’s always going to be for us. That was David’s last cogent thought before sliding into the wet heat of her body.
* * *
Mel had never felt anything like it. She wrapped her legs around David’s waist and used them to pull him closer, further inside her. Her breath came in erratic pants, her fingers clawed at his back, urging him on.
But David wouldn’t be rushed. He seemed to have his own time table for bringing her off. He pushed in and then pulled out until his cock lingered at the entrance to her pussy. Slowly—ever so slowly—he glided back in. She trembled with desire and the love she knew she held for him. Mel had never been so happy.
“So fucking good, baby. God, you feel so fucking good.”
“Yes,” she murmured and nipped his neck where his shoulder met it. Stroking that same place with her tongue as he started his slow but purposeful entry brought forth a guttural moan. She dug her hips into the mattress and then thrust forward to meet him.
“David, I love you!” She couldn’t hold back. This felt too damn good, too right. This was her man. Hers. And she wanted this for the rest of her life, this friction of his loving, his cock making her feel alive, his smile to wake to every morning, his hands sending shock waves of pleasure through her body.
“Melissa. Oh, God, Melissa!” David increased his speed, his thrusts becoming hard and fast. He took her mouth in a rage of passion. His tongue invaded and conquered, his lips ate at her mouth. Breaking off, he took her shoulder in an open-mouth kiss, nipping and sucking.
Mel was so close, so very close. Every deep thrust rubbed her clit until she thought she would scream. Instead, she gasped in a breath, sure she would let go, not wanting to so that this would go on and on. His thrusts rocketed her to a state of mindlessness and she gave up all thought, surrendering to pure feelings.
About Dee:
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.
After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for ménage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website. And all three offer some of the best romance you can find! Also, once a month, look for Dee’s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity.
Where to find her (them):
Website: https://nomadauthors.com
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Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Estelle Pettersen is an Australian author and former journalist whose romance stories explore empowerment, freedom, and finding one’s strength. She has a Bachelor of Arts degree, majoring in Journalism and Psychology, from the University of Queensland, Australia. Her second degree is an MBA from Queensland University of Technology, Australia. She is a member of Romance Writers of Australia and is passionate about history, languages, cultures, traveling, food, and wine. She is happily married and living in Norway these days.