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5 unforgettable heroes inside one, huge romance collection. #MilitaryRomance

MARINE ON A MISSION
N.J. Walters
When Mitch McCoy left rural Kentucky to join the U.S. Marines he never thought he'd return. Now he's undercover with a state drug task force. He's not only facing his past, but also Sara Hawkins, the woman who broke his heart. This investigation will risk their lives and their hearts.

SEX BOMB
Nicole Austin
From first sight I knew Marine Lieutenant Harlie Savage wasn't fragile like a flower--she was fragile like a bomb. Definitely not some princess who needed to be saved, either. She was a queen who only lacked a sword, and I vowed to be her weapon.

HER SOLDIER OF FORTUNE
Belle Scarlett
Leia has no idea who ex-Marine Major Tate McIntyre is when he saves her life in a dark alley. Yet Tate's certain Leia is his to have, hold, and protect. He vows to keep her safe at any cost. His only price is her heart. Semper Fi!

NIGHT WATCHMAN
Katherine Kingston
A disabled vet rescues a woman on a mission to collect evidence, saving her from the men chasing her. As Jace and Shannon race to survive and outwit a traitor, a deep connection grows between them. But staying alive long enough to explore the attraction will take everything they've got.

MILITARY BLUES
Elizabeth Lapthorne
Luke is struggling to recover from a career shattering IED blast that sees him permanently discharged. Milly's career self-destructed and she's moved cities in the hopes of starting again. Can this new life and new relationship be a second chance for them both?

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My newest book: Gunny’s Elusive Target

A writing group I belong to proposed the idea of writing a romance story with a military or ex-military hero/heroine. I was fascinated. I’d never written military before. I was also worried about getting vital details wrong. I have enormous respect for those who serve our country and was terrified of making a mistake in something important.
And then I remembered the real Gunny. The man on whom Former Gunnery Sergeant Paul Winters is based. I could lie and say I wined and dined him and romance followed. It was more like, I beer and pizzaed him and a few of his military friends, and took copious notes while they reminisced. They did, however, very patiently answer all my questions while I was writing the story, so I am very grateful to them all.

Blurb
Gunny’s whole life has been the military. He joined the cadets at age 12, the navy at age 17, and was posted overseas the first time just after his eighteenth birthday. But he’s cheated death so often he figured his luck was sure to run out, so now he’s retired. With no money, no qualifications, no civilian friends, no life. He wants Catherine the moment he sees her. But with no job and no desire to return to Afghanistan, he has nothing to offer her, except himself. And who'd want him?
Catherine has her own battles to fight, her own problems to solve, and her own life choices to live with. She hasn’t got time for anything else right now.

Excerpt Gunny
Catherine couldn’t remember the last time she’d just sat and relaxed like this. Or the last time she’d been on a date with anyone at all, far less someone as handsome as Paul. Actually, she’d never dated anyone as nice as him. It was hard to believe he hadn’t given his heart to someone years ago. Or maybe he had and she’d turned him down. But he didn’t seem sad, so that couldn’t be the reason he was still single. And he definitely wasn’t gay. She’d seen him glance at her legs when she’d climbed into his truck and had recognized the look on his face as the same thoughts as she’d had when she’d wished he’d take his shirt off at JoAnn Smith’s house.
And he was so kind and thoughtful and caring of people, as well. Oh. “What happened about the school bus? Were you able to find out about it?”
He turned his head, his square chin, chiseled features, and dark-brown eyes so sexy her heart raced and her breath hitched. When he smiled, his entire face glowed and she wanted to hug him.
How could this happen? She hardly knew him, yet she was lost in a haze of desire that she’d never, ever felt for anyone before.
Catherine forced herself to breathe slowly and deeply and listen to his reply. But it was hard. Sure, she wanted to know the answer, but she wanted to fling herself into his arms as well.
I’m going crazy.

Buy links:
Evernight Publishing: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/gunnys-elusive-target-by-berengaria-brown/
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Q6ZYR5Y/
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/931738

Berengaria Brown

Excerpt from Queen of Hearts by Nicole Austin

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Blurb:
One CIA operative on a mission to take down human traffickers. Three former Army Rangers out to reclaim a cache of stolen weapons. When their worlds inevitably collide it’s taboo, forbidden and explosive.


Genre/theme: Stepbrother Romance, New Adult foursome, taboo relationship, forbidden love, ex Army Rangers, military heroes, CIA operative heroine

Copyright ©Nicole Austin, 2017

Excerpt: 

Chapter One

ADDISON

Stepping out of the taxi, I stood for a moment and enjoyed the light fall breeze ruffling the hem of my cotton peasant dress. It was a beautiful night with millions of stars visible in the inky black Moroccan sky. A variety of people, Casablanca locals and tourists alike, rushed here and there, rarely slowing to appreciate their surroundings, but not me. In my line of work, I make time to appreciate the world around me because I know how quickly freedom can be taken away.

The miniature, nearly invisible device in my left ear crackled to life, bringing my focus back on task. “We’re a go.”

Fluffing my hair with my left hand, I spoke into the microphone embedded in my bracelet. “Heading in. Watch my six.”

“Always!”

I knew Darren’s response indicated more than just watching my back. He wanted me and expressed that desire in no uncertain terms. Smart, handsome and charismatic, sadly Darren wasn’t the man for me. Another held my heart. Three men actually, but that’s a story for later.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped through the restaurant doorway and requested a table for four. To avoid any missteps, I always stuck to the same role—a young, naive American tourist meeting friends who don’t show up because I’m mistakenly at the wrong restaurant.

In reality I’m a well-trained undercover operative working to take down sex traffickers, one cell at a time. Most people don’t realize that sex trafficking has become an international multi-billion dollar a year enterprise. They just can’t believe it happens in their seemingly safe little worlds. I knew the ugly truth.

After having nearly been snatched and sold as a sex slave at the tender age of twelve, saving other girls is my driving force and life’s passion. A dirty little secret kept from my family, who would not approve. Hell, my overprotective stepbrothers would lock me away somewhere to keep me safe if they ever found out about my real job. They believe I travel as a saleswoman for an international high-end software manufacturer and have a security team that shadows my every step. I do everything possible to keep that lie alive and believable.

I’m getting too old to be used as bait and won’t be able to pull this off much longer. On my last birthday I turned twenty-three. With the right hairstyle, makeup, clothes and behavior, I can pass for seventeen or eighteen but sex traffickers want young girls, teenagers mostly. Innocent girl who are easy prey. Soon, I’ll have to work behind the scenes, do something boring. Collect intel or plan ops, let someone else put their ass on the line. I loathe the mere idea.

There’s a dream I’ve had for many years that I know not to truly hope will ever come true. It involves a quiet life in a small town and a business I’d run with my stepbrothers. I don’t care what kind of business, perhaps something in tourism. Too many things would have to change and the stars would all have to fall into perfect alignment before that could ever happen. So it remains my own private, guilty fantasy I dust off and rely on when I’m feeling alone and yearning for a different life. But for now, it’s game on. I have a job to do which requires keeping my head out of the clouds and on the job.

Seated at a table, I pretended to read the menu while circumspectly scanning the room. I quickly captured the interest of several men and an older woman. She sat silently at the end of the bar sipping a drink. The moment I’d been targeted was clear when she dipped her chin in a nod to a young man leaning against the wall near the restroom.
Straightening, he headed across the room attempting to appear casual. He started to walk past my table then turned as if having just noticed me.

“Hi,” he greeted. “You speak English?”

He fell into a predictable pattern, claiming to be from Chicago, visiting Morocco on vacation with his friends, who he’d lost track of. Invited himself to join me because he hated to see a pretty girl dine alone. Yadda yadda, yakety yak…

When the check arrived, he gallantly paid for the meal then made his move. He knew a place just down the street with great live music where we could dance and have coffee or a drink.

I played hesitant at first. “I don’t know…”

He insisted it was close by and safe, even pulling the waiter over to offer reassurance.
I pretended to reluctantly give in. “Oookay. I love to dance.” Wiping my mouth with the napkin, I made sure the mic picked up my cue to the team. “Let’s go.”

“On the move,” came through my earpiece.

Those three words set the team in motion. A man and woman posing as a couple out for a stroll would follow at a discreet distance. There were also team members in three strategically positioned vehicles at the ready should they be needed. As added protection my bracelet had a tracking chip. We wouldn’t be going far.

Stepping out onto the sidewalk, I looked to the left, spotting Adam and Raina, but not allowing my gaze to linger. My would-be trafficker, Tazim, indicated we should turn right. We were walking casually along a sidewalk lined with cars when his hand came to rest at the small of my back. Two fingers tapped against me and I felt a pinch.

Instantly, my head spun and I started to stagger. Before the realization sunk in that he’d stuck me with a needle, I reached out to support myself on a parked van. Only my hand never made contact. The van door slid open and gloved hands grabbed my shoulders, pulling me into the darkened interior.

Military Heroes -Thank you Veterans!

Whether a military hero is a soldier, a sailor, a pilot, or a navy seal, those warriors are sure to capture a readers heart. I know they capture mine. Why? Because they risk it all for the greater good and what is sexier than that?

I've written on my own blog about how I love the warrior archetype when I write heroes and it still goes. Warriors give up their freedom, their families and even their lives to serve their country. They face hardship, terror, danger and injury every day of their lives and they do it for honor. To stand in the way of a foe who seeks to damage everything that they hold dear. It's a noble profession and those that serve aren't given their due often enough by the rest of us. They serve so we don't have to. They give so that we are safe. They're poorly paid and they and their families sacrifice a great deal.


To quote Wikipedia, "Veterans Day is an official United States holiday honoring armed service veterans. It is a federal holiday that is observed on November 11th. It coincides with other holidays such as Armistice Day and Remembrance Day, which are celebrated in other parts of the world and also mark the anniversary of the end of World War I. (Major hostilities of World War I were formally ended at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, with the German signing of the Armistice.)

Veterans Day is not to be confused with Memorial Day; Veterans Day celebrates the service of all U.S. military veterans, while Memorial Day is a day of remembering the men and women who died while while serving." 

Veteran's Day is about the sacrifice, not the loss. The risk, but not the grief. It's about giving thanks to those face tough odds everyday but persevere in the face of those odds.

So today, especially, I want to say thank you to those who serve. Whether they served long ago or are currently serving. Whether they are at home or on deployment. Thank you for your sacrifice. Thank you for your service.