I’m a US Navy veteran and will be enjoying all the fun and free meals that are given on this day by various companies and people. It is wonderful to see all the people joining in to thank us!
So, it’s not so surprising that I’ve written a military story.
Just as a note, all sales for November of A Saint’s Salvation will be donated to the Wounded Warrior Project. So please share!
A Saint’s Salvation
Corporal Nicholas ‘Saint’ Santiago needs to go home to reclaim the man he used to be. To be the man he was before Operation Enduring Freedom slowly hardened his heart. He needs to reconnect to the values and the reasons he is doing what he does. Saint also needs to try to forget the courageous woman he knows was meant to be his.
Petty Officer Angelina Jones’ life changed the moment Saint saved her life. She survived the blast but now has to deal with the fact that she will never be whole. Knowing Saint received a ‘Dear John’ letter, Angelina has no intention of being his rebound romance. She needs to be loved for herself. She needs to forget about the one man she knows was meant to be hers.
They each try to find someone to help them forget.
But what does fate have planned for them?
Nick sat on the couch, staying out of the way as the waiter arranged the place settings and an ice bucket on the balcony table. The waiter pulled out the bottle of champagne, popped the cork and poured two glasses. He set the first glass down and turned, handing the second glass to someone Nick couldn’t see. She was here. His heart sped up in excitement.
The waiter set the champagne bottle back in the ice bucket and Nick stood up, his breath hitching. The waiter nodded and turned. Entering the room, the server dimmed the lights and pressed a remote lying on the table top. The Christmas tree in the corner lit up, the lights twinkling merrily and the low murmur of Christmas Carols coming from hidden speakers. Then the waiter quietly left and shut the door. Nick went over and locked it. He didn’t plan on any interruptions.
Nick made his way to the glass doors. Exiting his room, Nick saw the outline of a woman. The sun was dropping, highlighting her, leaving him unable to see her features, only her shape. Nick sucked in a breath and could feel himself harden. Curvy and just the right height to fold into his arms, long hair that lay in waves down her back, she was perfect.
Nick could hear her suck in a breath, in surprise or appreciation? Nick hoped to find out. He moved closer and with the sun no longer in his eyes, surprise slammed him upside the head. Nick grinned and stepped forward, trapping her against the railing. Her face had lit up, her smile diamond bright. His soul burst with happiness, responding to the joy in her face.
“Hello, beautiful.” Nick leaned down, pulling her curves against him and ravaged her mouth, not about to give her a chance to reject him. He felt her breath catch and then her arms came around his neck. He heard her glass hit the balcony floor. Nick shifted, sliding his lips along her neck. “I never dreamed it would be you.”
Nick ran his hands down her back. The thin silk dress she wore left little hidden from his hands. Nick smoothed his hands across her ass and pulled her up and fitted her heat against his growing erection. Nick couldn’t feel any panty lines. With her arms around his neck, holding tight as he kissed her, Nick grabbed her thighs and wrapped them around his hips.
He slipped his hands under the short skirt of her dress, caressing the globes of her ass. He slid his hands inwards, finding as he hoped, no panties. Running his fingers lightly against her silkiness, and dipping a finger inside to tease her, Nick could feel her wetness coat his finger as he slid into her warmth. Angelina gasped and threw back her head.
Nick quickly took advantage, pressing his hand deeper as he raised her up, her ass on his forearm. Angelina squirmed, rubbing against him. Nick bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth, teasing it through the silk. He slid a finger in and out of her heat, lightly rubbing her clit with his thumb. Angelina moaned and tightened around his finger. Pressing her close against him, Nick increased his thrusts. Nick bit her nipple and was rewarded with a cry as Angelina clamped down, drenching his hand as she came apart in his arms.
She placed her head against his shoulder, shivers running through her while her arms and legs tightened around him. Nick pulled his hand free from her warmth and licked his fingers clean, making smacking noises as he did.
“Pig.” It was so low Nick barely heard the comment. Nick chuckled as Angelina giggled in his arms.
“Did you want another glass of champagne?” Angelina shook her head and squirmed against him. Nick squeezed her to him, enjoying the feel of her, despite the tightness in his groin. “Are you ready for dinner? Or shall we just head straight to dessert?”
Angelina raised her head to look at him, her eyes heavy lidded. Nick smiled in satisfaction. He may not have gotten his rocks off yet, but Angelina was satisfied and that alone made his heart sing.
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My partner in crime, Tamara has a wonderful husband Mike and he made this book trailer for little ol’ me. 🙂
Now some of A Saint’s Salvation is pure fiction. Some is from my son’s experiences in Afghanistan, some is from my experience in the military. I mixed it up and A Saint’s Salvation was born.
Now Tamara, though she’s never been in the military, has put up with me in the service. (Don’t even ask about the short notice to stand up in her wedding!) Not only that but she listens to me worry about my son who is in the Marines! Added to that, her other BFF Alice (one of mine too – we all went to HS together) has a son in the Air Force and a daughter in the Army Reserve! Tamara just can’t get away from it.
So she took everything she’d gleaned from us and wrote Heart of a Soldier. It was her first published book, and it really is good!
Soldier Jameson Hunter faces the battle of his life: winning the heart of Charlotte Mackenzie, widowed mother of a young recruit.
“Duh, Ma. What’s your problem?” Evan looked at her eyebrow raised in question.
“Nothing, just a little nervous I guess. Men in uniform intimidate me”
“Yeah, right, nothing intimidates you, Ma. You’re the most fearless person I know,” said Evan.
Charlie smiled; glad that her son thought so highly of her, even if his perception wasn’t entirely accurate. She wiped her damp hands on her jeans and reached to open the car door.
The recruiting office was in a typical strip mall. The window displayed the image of a soldier in fatigues and the Army slogan “Be all you can Be. In the ARMY!” Taking a deep breath, Charlie pushed the office door open. The office sported two desks, some filing cabinets, a water cooler and uncomfortable looking molded plastic chairs. The walls were basic white, the decorating scheme consisted of recruiting posters and a framed letter from the President. Obviously, appointed for function, rather than comfort or style, it was about what she had expected. What she wasn’t prepared for was the man sitting behind the desk.
Oh, my. Shoulders a mile wide, dark hair, with just a touch of gray at the temples, sun bronzed skin over sharp features and eyes so green they practically glowed in his handsome face. Rising to his feet, the personification of Ares extended his hand.
“Warrant Officer Jamison Hunter.” When he spoke, the deep baritone of his voice sent tiny shivers down Charlie’s spine. What the hell was this? This was definitely not the time or place for her long dormant libido to decide to wake up. Pull yourself together girl! This is the man that wants to take Evan away. Remember, he is the enemy.
“Charlotte Mackenzie, Charlie. And I believe you know my son Evan.”
“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am. Please have a seat.”
Okay, Charlie, you can do this, all you have to do is convince a career military man that your son shouldn’t join the Army. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?
Secret Cravings Publishing
Will be releasing a military anthology in May 0f 2015. Proceeds from this anthology will go to Operation Gratitude.
The authors are not set yet, we are still submitting an vying for our places. I am hoping to have a slot and I believe Bev is submitting too.
Here is a snippet from my short story, Changing Tides:
Monica curled her toes into the cool sand. Her head rested on her drawn up knees as she stared at the waves crashing onto the shore. The sun was rising in the eastern sky behind her, but the horizon she stared at was grey and dreary. Dark clouds hung low in the sky, promising rain would be following soon. The gloomy day reflected her mood perfectly.
Today would have been her eighteenth wedding anniversary, but instead of planning for a wonderful day spent with her husband, Dan. She sat on this deserted beach, alone, and contemplated her life. She had three beautiful children. Though, Angela her oldest, was driving her mad. How had her mother survived having three teenaged daughters at once? Just one was enough to send her for a ride on the crazy train. Sixteen was such a difficult age. Made more difficult by the fact that she was raising her alone. Thank God she had her in-laws close by, she couldn’t make it without them.
Margaret and Jim were watching the kids today. Monica didn’t take much time for herself, between work, the kids and her work with the Navy Support Wives she always seemed to be doing something. She needed today. She just couldn’t face being around people today. She needed to be alone.
The waves crashed against the sand like the pain in her heart, swelling and rising and then ebbing and washing out to sea. Tears slid silently down her cheeks, the cold breeze off the ocean drying them before they fell to the sand at her feet. A vision of Dan’s face the day they met formed in her mind’s eye and the silent tears turned into wracking sobs.
Monica tucked her face into her knees and let the sorrow overcome her. This is why she had come here. To cry in peace, where no one could see her agony. The children had enough to face without knowing the depth of her pain and her in-laws, they suffered too. They had lost a son. She couldn’t even imagine the pain of that. If something happened to Mitchell… no she wouldn’t even go there, she had lost enough already. Her son would be safe. She would make sure he was, if she had to wrap him in bubble wrap for the rest of his life.
She cried for all the time together that she and Dan had lost to his deployments. She cried for her children, especially little Olivia, who would never really know her father. She cried for the families of all the men and women who would never come home from war… But, most of all she cried for herself. How could he have done this to her? Why did he have to leave her so soon?
As A Personal note, I lost a dear friend this week. I always called him Uncle Frank, though he wasn’t really related to me, Just best friends with my parents for over 50 years. Her was retired from service. 101 Air borne. He was 83. Frank always made me smile, and was one of the finest men I have ever known.
Last year his sons had this picture made. I think it’s fitting on this day.
Don’t give those Angels too much hell Uncle Frank, or Aunt Shirley will kick your Ass when she gets there!