Dee S. Knight
Somebody likes it hot.
I'm somebody!
Somebody likes it hot.
I'm somebody!
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.
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?
“These short stories have made me remember the passion between a woman and a man. Inspiring and heartfelt. A true gift this author has for sharing the beautiful relationship between a man and a woman.” – 5 Stars, Jenny Gonzales
“Naval Maneuvers is plural because there are three erotic love stories included in this amazing trilogy by talented author, Dee S. Knight. ... I highly recommend Naval Maneuvers to readers who enjoy hot romance and humor. Dee S. Knight kept me turning pages until the end. I long for the next book where men and women make each other feel whole and dive into the unexpected. You don’t choose who you love. Attraction just happens.” – Kathleen Rowland, Author of One Night in Havana
“Sexy, witty, and fun
Three quick, sexy reads in one book. … I can't deny the chemistry between all three couples. The characters are likable and the dialogue is witty and at times quite funny. … Each story is a great length for a curl up in your favorite chair afternoon or a sexy bedtime read to leave you with a smile for some sweet and sexy dreams.” – 4 Stars, Momma Becky
"Five Stars
Past regrets. Hard choices. And oh yes, hot sex. This book is a real crowd pleaser. Five stars.." – 5 Stars, Suzanne Smith
"Sexy and heartwarming
A sexy trilogy of alpha men ... wow three women with successful careers but weak romantic abilities. The erotic romances are sex [sic] and heartwarming. The stories are a quick enjoyable read." – 5 Stars, R. Dunn
"Three Incredible Stories
Dee has an amazing ability to pull the reader into the story, so much so, that you live and breathe the lives of the characters until you reach the end.
I'm glad I bought her book and look forward to reading more from this author. :)" – 5 Stars, Patricia Elliott
"Enjoyable, witty, a great read.
Three stories of men and women committed to their naval careers yet still yearning for that someone special in their lives. And, when they meet, the sparks sure do fly. Three enjoyable stories, quick witted, real, and very sexy. A great book to read, curled up by the fire with a glass of wine." – 5 Stars, Jan Selbourne
"Three sexy stories. One book.
...super steamy; downright burning up hot. Wonderful Insta-lust and Insta- Love connections that were not overly deep and were written to serve it’s purpose. Make us a little warm around the edges and give us something sexy to dream about. MMmm. ... the writer showed wonderful ability to tell a great story, dish up the steamy parts, and develop an overall good book. Definitely an author to check out." – 4 Stars, CCarroll
"One short story after the next in this exciting heart racing book leaves you wanting more of them. Oh, and you may need a cold shower too. I enjoyed this book a great deal as I am a sucker for military romances and this one delivers." – 5 Stars, Carlie
"Readers looking for a bit of afternoon delight will get just that with this trio of erotically-charged tales featuring military personnel. In tales of second chances and pasts that affect their futures it’s a bumpy road to HEA that will keep readers turning the pages in anticipation. Through each story Ms. Knight has crafted well-written romances that had me blushing and stories that had me cheering once the final page was turned. ... On a whole this was a satisfying collection that gave me hours of enjoyment while leaving me wanting more." – 4 Stars, J. Faltys
"Three love stories with amazing characters, hot bedroom scenes and happy endings! What more can you ask for? In Weighing Anchor Melissa and David meets in a museum and find that together they can move to a new and better place in their lives. In Dropping Anchor Carissa meets Todd when she is lost on a hike and they learn that they can be each other’s security and stability in life. In Anchor Home Pat and Sam meets again after thirteen years and they learn that together they can built the “home” that they both desire. Naval Maneuvres is a collection of three very well written love stories that was a joy to read. I especially enjoyed the fact that you got to learn a little about Todd in Weighing Anchor and you learned a little about Sam in Dropping Anchor." – 4 Stars, Maretha
"Naval Maneuvers is three short stories about hot sailors, insta love and a passion like no other. Good stories, fabulous chemistry and great interaction. This definitely made for a great read." – 4 Stars, Tracie Runge
"What a delightful surprise to find out this book actually contained not one, but three short stories of sexy sailors, insta love and fiery passion. The romance did move quickly, however it didn’t distract from the overall storyline and the chemistry between each couple. I enjoyed the character portrayals, and the dialogue was often fun and witty. While they were all good stories, two far outshone the other and left me feeling like the third was written by someone else. Definitely worth the read though." – 4 Stars, Karen Roma
"And what is your name, pretty?" Mel Crandall addressed the dinosaur bones in an undertone, bending nearly to face level. The skeleton displayed an open mouth and rows of fierce, sharp teeth.
"Roger," a man standing next to her said in a low voice. Startled, she looked up. Up being the operative word. She stood a decent five feet ten inches, and he beat her by a good half foot. She studied him. He ignored her.
The guy had a solid profile, strong chin, chiseled cheekbones, and a straight back with muscular shoulders. Short brown hair. He wore glasses and stared straight ahead, but glasses couldn't disguise the laugh lines that radiated from the corners of his eyes. His posture was near perfect and he was not overweight, as evidenced by the trim fit of his jeans and red polo shirt that clung enough to give evidence of a low body/mass index number.
As a doctor, she immediately noticed body characteristics before actual looks. But with this guy, examination in lieu of admiration was hard. Men were often put off by the fact that she paid attention to whether they looked sallow or flushed, or if their hands were cold or warm before she "saw" them. She noticed if a man's eyes were dilated or glittered with fever before she registered eye color. Dates started with mini examinations before she relaxed enough to enjoy personalities, but that's just the way she was. Men had to take it or leave it. Sadly, most left it. Which was why she talked to dinosaurs at the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History all on her own.
Mel moved on to the next exhibit, a shorter built specimen but still tall and with a nasty spiked tail. "I wonder what you looked like," she murmured. "What color were you, what did you eat, and what's your name?" She bent to read the exhibit information.
"Gray. Grass." That same guy had followed her. Rather than having a strong profile, she was beginning to think he was a weirdo. "Annnd, roger."
Quickly, Mel moved to the next exhibit. "And you are–"
"Roger."
He stood beside her again! Mel started to look for a museum guard but saw none. Great. Planting her hands on her hips, she turned to him. "Stop following me," she said loudly enough that people in the general area turned to see what was happening.
The guy said, "Hold it."
Hold it? Hold it, as in "Wait a minute, little lady?" She opened her mouth to lay into him when he turned and removed his glasses, showing her the richest, most chocolatey brown eyes she'd ever seen. The words stuck in her mouth.
"I'm sorry, what?"
In a lower voice she said, "You're following me from exhibit to exhibit and talking to me. I want you to stop."
"I didn't realize…" He wiggled the glasses at her. "I'm working here and I'm afraid I didn't notice you."
Well. What was worse, that he was a pervert following her place to place, or that he wasn't a perv and hadn't even noticed her?
His brow furrowed while he studied her. "Yes. Yes." Then he shook his head. "Roger."
Again with that Roger.
"Gotta go. Later." Then he smiled at her. "Just a minute, okay?" He folded the glasses and put them first in a protective case. Squatting, he placed a briefcase on the floor and opened it. He stored the glass case inside a pocket. Then he removed something from his right ear—an earbud?—protected it and also put it in the case.
Mel watched all of this with curiosity. He expected her to wait for him? What arrogance. And yet, wait she did. When he stood, holding the case in his left hand and smiled once more, her heart stuttered. The guy was drop dead gorgeous—at least to her understanding of the word. Normally, she appreciated the male form, mostly from a medical viewpoint. This man she enjoyed with pure pleasure.
And Good God. He hadn't been talking to her, he'd been talking to whoever was on the other end of that earbud. Embarrassment flooded her.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I thought you were…" She slid her hand between the two of them and then to the exhibits.
"No," he said. "I apologize. I shouldn't be testing this stuff around people. The last time I did it a kid thought I was calling him Roger." His voice had a soft drawl to it. Western Virginia or North Carolina, maybe? Somewhere in the mountains. It felt like a cool stream as it ran over a body hot and tired from hiking: refreshing and invigorating, at the same time soothing and relaxing. She wanted him to talk more.
Stop that! She laughed. "I thought you were naming each dinosaur." He smiled and dimples indented his cheeks. His eyes crinkled and Mel's breath caught. This guy should come with a warning label. Approach with caution. Could bring on lustful intentions and ultimately, broken hearts. Take only in small doses and in public places.
He held out his hand. "David Stimson."
She took it gingerly, half expecting lightning to bolt between them. Nope. Nothing. So much for romance novels. He had a nice hand, large and warm with healthy pink nails, and she grasped it firmly. "Melissa Crandall."
"Nice to meet you. Do you mind if I wander along with you?" Grasping the briefcase with his left hand, he deftly, he moved to the left of her.
"No, please. It's a free country." She walked to the next dinosaur re-creation. "And this one is…" She half waited for his pronouncement.
"Not Roger," he said, stopping her heart with that killer smile again. He leaned over to read the information. "Torosaurus latus. It says here that these bones were dug up in North Dakota, but that the Torosaurus roamed from Canada to Texas, and that he had the biggest head of any land mammal."
"Well, I guess that's something to be proud of," Mel responded. David laughed and she found herself smiling back. When she moved to the next exhibit, he strolled along with her, hands behind his back.
He pointed to the next specimen. "Poor guy. Starved to death."
"Oh, yeah? How do you know?"
"Can't you tell? He's all bones."
