Wednesday, December 10, 2014

A Christmas Romance

Take No Prisoners Book #5


Remy LaDue, hot Navy SEAL with SEAL Team 10, is on a mission. He's planned a special vacation to the Colorado Rockies  with the express purpose of proposing to the woman he loves on Christmas morning. He knows it a long shot, with both their jobs keeping them away from each other for months out of the year, but he wants her as his forever lover and will risk everything to marry her.

Mitchell Sanders is as dedicated to her work as an NCIS Agent as Remy is to his calling as a Navy SEAL. Independent, driven and passionate about justice and protecting innocents, she would no sooner give up her job as Remy.

When a criminal she helped to capture and convict escapes on the eve of their departure, Mitchell is torn between sticking around to recapture him and going with Remy, opting to follow her desire this once. Plans change as the mountains become a nightmare and they struggle to put an end to the threats that plague their idyllic vacation and Remy's plans for his Christmas surprise.

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I love the Colorado Rockies and would one day like to have a cabin in the mountains. My husband and I didn't learn to snow ski until we were in our 30's. Our instructor was in his 70's and still skiing. My husband, not me, decided he wanted to be that man when he was in his 70's. We go skiing 2-3 times a year in his quest to keep skiing. Something about the sound of the skis on the crusty snow and the fresh, crisp mountain air keeps bringing us back.


"Hey, I just saw your fiancée on the news. Everything all right?"

Remy's pulse leapt. "Don't know. I'll get back to you." Dropping his phone on the couch, he dove for the television remote, clicking it on, and setting it on the local news station.

Images of the courthouse appeared on the screen, with gunmen and people scattering in all directions. In the background, he made out Mitchell's SUV. The image switched to a reporter pressing a microphone into Mitchell's face, asking her what had happened.

Mitchell's hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was grim. "No comment,” she said, and pushed past the reporter, her body tense.

The news anchor droned on about Rocco Hatch's escape as Remy absorbed what had just happened. He was reaching for his cell phone when the scrape of a key in the lock caught his attention. Before the lock twisted, Remy was there, yanking open the door.

Mitchell stood in the frame, her face tired, the knees of her suit trousers ripped, and a smudge of dirt across her face. Her lips lifted. "Hey."

"Oh, baby." He opened his arms and she fell into them. He eased backward and closed the door behind her, gathering her against his body.

"You're a sight for sore eyes," she said, her words muffled against his naked chest.

Her breath was warm on his skin, stirring his blood. "Yeah, and you're not so bad yourself."

She snorted and pulled back enough to give him a crooked smile. "I had planned on being home hours ago, having a gourmet dinner cooked, and lying naked on the couch for when you walked through that door."

His cock twitched at the erotic image. "We can still do all that." He waved toward the kitchen counter. "I have an Italian gourmet dinner. Your favorite pizza pie with pepperoni, onion, and black olives." As he spoke, he slid her jacket over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then he slipped the buckle of her shoulder holster loose, and eased it too from her shoulders, draping it over the back of a chair.

"Now you're talking." Mitchell skimmed her hands over his chest and around to his back, dropping low to capture his ass in her palms, pressing him closer. "Miss me much?"

Already hard, his member nudged her belly, ready to skip right to their reunion sex. With every ounce of control he could muster, he set her away from him. "You should eat. I need my woman to have the energy to last all night long. And tomorrow we're on our way to Colorado."

Her hands tightened on his buttocks and pulled him back against her. "I don't want food. I want you." Flashing a sexy grin, she leaned up on her toes and pressed her mouth against his.

His control unraveling, Remy's blood heated and he captured her head in his hands, slipping the ponytail free. God, it felt good to run his fingers through her hair, and to feel her body pressed against his.
The tight buds of her distended nipples scraped his chest through her shirt and bra, and he couldn't wait to get her out of her clothes.

Sucking in a breath, Mitchell slipped her hands inside the elastic of his shorts and gripped his naked butt. "Aren't we a bit overdressed?"

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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

VERSIONS by Megan Mitcham

Versions - Blacklist Novella 1

The truth doesn't have versions. Or does it?

Rin Lee covered her childhood in dirt and danced on its grave. Only she pranced a little too hard and spent her young-adult life tiptoeing the straight and narrow. Things finally paid off in the form of a job with the Department of Defense, a home of her own, and a boyfriend muscled enough he put Zach Efron to shame. Until one text reveals a hideous truth that splinters her world.

Suddenly she can’t trust Nate or their surrogate family of friends. Can she possibly trust Luck—the man who mirrors her soul, scares her beyond the neat confines she’s erected around herself, and makes her scrutinize the versions she’s always been too angry to see?

Luck turned to the streets out of necessity, while Rin slapped on blinders and ignored those willing to help her. A stupid move for a sultry young woman. But the skills she learned in the rough and tumble underbelly of DC will serve his latest assignment well. Because people like them have the instinct to survive.


About the Author:

Megan Mitcham was born and raised among the live oaks and shrimp boats of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, where her enormous family still calls home. She attended college at the University of Southern Mississippi where she received a bachelor's degree in curriculum, instruction, and special education. For several years Megan worked as a teacher in Mississippi. She married and moved to South Carolina and began working for an international non-profit organization as an instructor and co-director.

In 2009 Megan fell in love with books. Until then, books had been a source for research or the topic of tests. But one day she read Mercy by Julie Garwood. And Oh Mercy, she was hooked!

Megan lives in Southern Arkansas where she pens heart pounding romantic thriller novels and window steaming erotic romance. For sneak peeks and giveaways sign up for her newsletter at You can also follow her on FacebookTwitterPinterest & Goodreads

Tuesday, November 18, 2014


Nine brand new Navy SEAL romance heroes from your favorite NYT & USA Today bestselling authors: Cora Seton, Elle Kennedy, Jennifer Lowery, Elle James, Anne Marsh, S. M. Butler, Delilah Devlin, Kimberley Troutte, and Zoe York!

THE NAVY SEAL'S CHRISTMAS BRIDE (a Chance Creek novella) by CORA SETON. Navy SEAL Dan Hemmins goes head to head with soldier Sarah Metlin to prove once and for all that women can't possibly qualify for an elite branch of the military, but when Sarah proves she's not just one of the most qualified warriors he's ever met, she's also one of the smartest and sexiest, too, he'll do whatever it takes to get closer to her, even if he has to challenge her to another contest...or three...or five!

(an Out of Uniform novella) by ELLE KENNEDY. Navy SEAL Cash McCoy knows all about danger--he lives and breathes it on a daily basis. When it comes to the love of his life, though, this alpha soldier does everything in his power to keep Jen Scott happy and safe. But when the tables are turned and Jen places herself in harm's way for her job, their relationship is put to the test. Now Cash must learn to trust the woman he loves...or lose her forever.

by JENNIFER LOWERY. Navy SEAL Donovan Demarco is looking to spend a quiet family Christmas, but an accident puts Cloe Carter's life in danger and he is honor-bound to protect her. Will the threat against them tear them apart or will this holiday season mend their broken hearts?

SEAL'S PROPOSAL (A Take No Prisoners story) by ELLE JAMES. On a mission to create the perfect setting for a Christmas proposal, Navy SEAL Remy 'Gator' LaDue finds himself running interference for his beautiful, independent-minded NCIS Agent Mitchell Sanders when she becomes the target of an escaped criminal she helped convict

by ANNE MARSH. When Navy SEAL Zack Medina comes home to Strong, California for Christmas, he's got more than a firefight on his hands. He needs to convince his estranged wife that 'tis the season to forgive...and that will take a Christmas miracle. Bree lost her heart three years ago to the sexy SEAL and letting him back into her heart--and her bed--would be a mistake. A really hot, impossibly sweet mistake

(a Lucky Thirteen story)by S.M. BUTLER. Jesse Richter is a Navy SEAL with a hero complex, but he's met his match in Charlie Morgan, the girl who refuses to be the damsel in distress. A battle of wills and a little mistletoe bring them together, but secrets may tear them apart.

by DELILAH DEVLIN. Callie Murphy's never been one to moon over a man. Fairytale romances don't exist outside of books. She's seen first-hand how transitory love can be after watching her mother fall in and out of marriage. Derek Tilden hammered home that truth when he joined the Navy to become a SEAL--he was the boy who couldn't wait to see the world and she was the girl ready to plant deep roots. Now he's back and asking her to marry him one last time...

(SEAL EXtreme Team III) by KIMBERLEY TROUTTE. SEAL pilot, Ty Whitehorse, is shot down in the Arctic and must escape through hostile territory. But when the mother of all blizzards attacks, he holes up in a hunter's cabin with Holly Colton, a sexy lady musher with a deady secret. Ty isn't the only one laying low under the radar. They're both in enemy crosshairs. Staying together is dangerous. Separating? Impossible.

(a SEALs Undone novella) by ZOE YORK. Jared Sutter has a simple rule when it comes to women: keep 'em happy and keep 'em at a distance. He's got his reasons, and they all make sense until he falls for his neighbor and Cassie Bronson makes him want things he's always kept off-limits.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014



Tasked with finding and eliminating the source of terrorist pirate activities off the coast of Honduras, SEAL TEAM 10's Jack Fischer "Fish" goes undercover as a deckhand on a floating medical boat where he finds himself protecting and falling for the beautiful doctor who runs the show.

Devastated by an auto accident that took the lives of her husband and baby daughter, Dr. Natalie Rhoades, has dedicated her life to helping people who don't have access to good healthcare through her nonprofit floating medical boat. When she finds herself and her crew the target of a leftist guerrilla group, her new deckhand proves resourceful.

Jack and Natalie fight to provide the care needed to the underprivileged while battling an attraction neither thought possible as it heat intensifies in Central America.


“I wonder what you have to do to retire in a place like this?” Navy SEAL Corpsman Jack Fischer cut the engine on the jet ski, letting it slide across the crystal clear water and up onto the white sands of the beach.

“You have to either belong to a cartel or pay the cartel to protect you,” said a voice through the earbud. Swede, the computer guru and all-around electronic techie on SEAL Team 10, kept them connected through comm equipment. 

“Just remember, Fish, we're not here on vacation.” Gator’s gruff voice rattled in Jack’s ear. Remy had been on SEAL Team 10 longer than Jack and had seen a lot more action. He’d taken Jack under his wing on his first day in the unit. 

“It's hard to keep that in mind when the water's so clear I can see fifty feet down. I'd rather bust out my scuba gear and do some recreational diving." Jack adjusted his sunglasses. "You sure there’s not some old abandoned shipwreck we can’t blow up close by?”

“Save it for when we nail the pirates who've been stealing boats around here,” Gator said. “No doubt we’ll have plenty of action and opportunities to blow up shit.”

Jack stared out at serene blue waters along the coastline of Honduras. As smooth and calm as the bay was, this area had seen its share of trouble. In the past month, four expensive pleasure yachts had been hijacked and disappeared. Their rich owners had been taken hostage  by leftist guerrillas operating under the name Castillo Commando. Most of the hostages had been ransomed and released, their ransom dollars used to fund the guerrilla activities.

In the latest attack, they'd stolen a yacht owned by wealthy American business owner William Bentley and his nephew. His high-powered political contacts included the Secretary of Defense, who called in the Navy SEALs to locate and recover the missing hostages and eliminate the leftist guerrilla pirates from the Honduran coastline.

Jack, along with a twenty-two-man team from SEAL Team 10, had been deployed to handle the mission labeled Operation Constrictor.

They'd located the scuttled yachts in a nearby island inlet, but hadn't found the hideout of the Castillo Commando. Their only lead was a few satellite images of a couple of boats landing on the bay of Trujillo around midnight the day Bentley disappeared.

The Secretary of Defense, along with Bentley’s wife, secured another yacht to use as a decoy loaded with Navy SEALs and complex intelligence-gathering equipment to help them recover the missing yacht owners and eradicate the guerrilla pirates. Four days had passed and no pirates had come or gone from the shores of the bay. They hadn’t taken the bait or even come out to sniff around.

“Some vacation, huh?” Jack said as he strolled along the beach, collecting seashells.

“At least you’re on the beach with half a chance of seeing women in bikinis,” Swede grumbled.

“All we have here are some kids playing and old men in fishing boats.” Jack stopped on the sand and performed a three-hundred-sixty-degree turn. In one direction were the old men and fishing boats. In the other was an empty skiff dragged up on the shore. 

Jack lifted his hand to shade his eyes from the sun sinking lower over the jungle. At the edge of the sand in the shade of the jungle was a small gathering of dark-skinned locals. They seemed to be crowding around a group set up under a tent awning.

Curious, Jack set off across the sand to check it out, feeling a little naked without his combat gear or even a weapon as part of his attempt to appear as a bored, rich young man looking for something to do. Because he had the fewest tattoos of his SEAL brothers and he rocked a California surfer look that usually captured attention, he’d been chosen as the lure. 

As he neared the gathering, he heard a voice call out in Spanish, “Please, wait your turn.”

Standing at the edge of the gathering, Jack noted a woman holding a child with a skin rash over his belly. Another woman held a little girl with long black hair who cried softly against her mother’s breast. A long jagged gash in her leg looked like it wasn’t healing properly.

A narrow gap opened in the throng, giving Jack a view of the focus of the locals’ attention. Three men and two women wearing scrubs sat on campstools with a folding table between them. One by one, they examined each patient, cleaning wounds, stitching lacerations and prescribing cleaning techniques. Some of the patients received shots, others pills, but they were all treated with a smile and gentle words and gestures.

A bald man in scrubs led a woman and a small child to a pretty medical worker with light brown hair and green eyes. She wore green scrubs and had her hair pulled back in a messy bun with tendrils falling around her cheeks.  

 “Dr. Rhoades,” the man said in English. “This child needs your attention.”

The woman smiled at the dark-eyed little girl who limped toward her followed by an older woman. When they got close, the child buried her face in the old woman’s skirt, crying.

The older woman spoke in rapid Spanish. “My granddaughter was bitten by a spider. Her leg is swollen and painful, and she is frightened of the doctor, afraid she will take her away from her family.” 

Smiling, the woman with the soft brown hair and gentle face rose from the campstool and dropped to her knees in the sand, putting herself on eye-level with the little girl. She spoke quietly in halting Spanish, smiling gently.

Jack couldn’t hear her words, but he fell under her spell just as easily as the child.

The little girl nodded.

Dr. Rhoades spoke again.

The child and her grandmother both laughed.

When the doctor held out her hand, the little girl took it and allowed the doctor draw her onto her lap. She let the child listen to her own heartbeat through her stethoscope before she listened. Then she set the girl on the table beside her and examined her leg. By the time she’d cleaned and bandaged the leg, the little girl was smiling. Then she and her grandmother both hugged her and thanked her for helping them.

As Jack watched the line of locals slowly dissipate, he noticed the sun had slipped lower in the sky, making the shadows thicken on the edge of the trees. A shout caught his attention, drawing it away from the medical team. 

Pushing his way through the remaining patients, a scrawny teenager spoke, waving his hands toward a dirt road. He grabbed a woman’s arm and dragged her in the opposite direction. He let go and took another’s hand and pulled her along, leading her away from the medical team and the dirt road that had him so upset. He turned back and ran toward the doctor, shouting hysterically.

Jack stiffened and glanced around, realizing he’d zoned out while watching Dr. Rhoades work with her patients. To keep the teen from reaching the doctor, Jack stepped in front of him.

 The boy tried to dodge him.

Jack grabbed his arms.

The teen shouted something in Spanish but he was so distraught, Jack had a hard time understanding him. Two words stood out in the rest of his hysterical shouts. Castillo Commando. 

Jack stiffened.

As if someone pulled the plug on a sink, the remaining locals disappeared into the trees. 

Frantic, the boy twisted until he broke loose of Jack’s hold and raced into the trees.

The doctor and the others wearing scrubs quickly packed their medical kits, folded tables and chairs and hurried toward the boat on the beach, glancing back over their shoulders.

“What’s going on, Fish?” Gator spoke in his ear.

“Not sure, but I think the Commandos are coming.” He stared at the shadowy woods, shocked not a single local could be seen. If he hadn’t observed them for himself, he would have thought the beach had always been deserted.

The sound of gunfire from the dirt road at the far end of the beach jerked his attention to the north. A truck sped toward the medical personnel.

Jack bolted for the jet ski. His gaze shot to the doctor's small group. 

One man dropped back to get behind the female doctor. No sooner had he let her go ahead of him, he jerked and grabbed his leg. He dropped the chair he’d been holding and limped as fast as he could, leaving a trail of blood in the sand. The rest of the crew ran across the sand to the little boat and threw in the chairs and tables. They turned and helped the injured man into the boat and then pushed off as, one by one, they jumped in, landing at odd angles.

The doctor and the bald guy were the last to climb aboard and the water was getting deep.

“Go! Go! Go!” The bald guy yelled as he pointed toward the open water.

Dr. Rhoades dragged herself over the side of the boat and fell into the bottom.