Happy Hopping!
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“Get the hell out of here, you mangy, good-for-nothing kid! Don’t let me catch you around here again.”
Genre: Contemporary, Military, Interracial
Series: Interludes, Book 1
Buy Link: http://amzn.to/1aRoLs9
“Stop being an ass, Dean. He’s family and of course he will stay here.”
“I don’t consider him my family, Laila, and if you put him up, I’ll disown you.”
Laila’s gasp raked like talons through his chest. When her parents had died, Dean had welcomed her easily into his home, treating her as a daughter, not as a niece.
The other two—Chris and Tom, according to Laila—backed Dean. Furious on her behalf, Sam began to enter the kitchen. However, a new, unknown voice broke in. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Dean. Don’t be such an ass. This isn’t even your house.”
Feminine and slightly raspy, the sound skated along his skin, making him hyperaware.
“Nor is it yours, Roxi, so keep it shut. Or else.”
Sam stepped through the doorway, unwilling to let a woman be threatened.
“Or else what, Dean? Or else what?” Her voice grew darker and he recognised the warning in it, even if Dean didn’t. She obviously didn’t need his protection. She gave a disgusted snort. “That’s what I thought. Laila, he can stay at my house, so your cousin doesn’t flip.”
Everyone fell silent and he glanced at the woman again. She was taller than Laila but still shorter than him. Her hair was pulled back and piled up, showing off a slender neck and making him unable to tell how long her hair was. Skin the hue of dark cocoa covered her lush figure. She wasn’t fat, she had the curves of a real woman, not a half-starved model.
She—Roxi—had silver piercings all along the ear he could see. Well-worn, medium-blue jeans and a hot-pink, tight T-shirt moulded beautifully to her body.
“Such a whore, Roxi. Don’t even know the man and you’re ready for him to be with you in your house.”
He ignored the young boy in him who had been thrown away and was still searching for something he knew would always be his. It wasn’t rational. Still, it was something he had to face. He focused on Dean and the hate spewing from him.
Roxi, however, only laughed. Her amusement flowed like warm velvet over his skin. “Don’t be jealous, I don’t want your STD, Dean. Or is that STDs now? I have discerning tastes, you know, ones that don’t include you. And while everyone here knows I’d never let you in, I have no problem with this man staying with me.”
“You don’t even know him!” Dean thundered. “None of us do aside from Laila, and I think she’s enamoured with him.”
Roxi touched Laila’s arm softly. “Doesn’t matter,” she said. “He can stay with me.”
“Why?” Dean sounded strangled.
Roxi lifted her head and stared directly at Sam, unsurprised, as if she had known he’d been there the entire time. Her gaze went over him and he noticed the gleam of appreciation. Her eyes were coffee brown and steadfast.
“Because, Dean. Just because. It’s not anything you’d understand.”
But Sam did. Around her neck sat the eagle, anchor and globe, emblem for the United States Marine Corps.
“Semper Fi,” he said.
Everyone but Roxi jumped. She gave him a slight smile along with her nod.
Sure.
First and foremost. MERRY CHRISTMAS to those who celebrate!!
“Easy there, son.”
Sam stared up in shock to find a tall black man standing there looking down at him. He took in the white hat with the black brim, the blue pants with a blood-red stripe on them—visible from beneath the dark coat—and the shiny shoes. He knew what he’d found. Or rather who had found him. A Marine.
The man extended his hand and it seemed that even the leather of his gloves was spotless.
“I’m fine,” he snapped, embarrassed and a bit frustrated.
“No harm in accepting some help.” The man’s tone never changed. His deep bass rumbled, reminding him of thunder.
Sam reached out slowly, half expecting the hand to jerk away or hit him in the face. Neither happened, and the man lifted him clear of the freezing water with ease. Sam’s teeth began to chatter as more of Minnesota’s winter wind slammed into him.
“You have anywhere to stay tonight, son?”
Mute, he shook his head as the large man began shrugging out of his coat. Sam was in awe of the uniform and never even moved when the heavy coat was placed on his too-thin shoulders. Immediately he warmed as the wind was blocked. The sleeves were too long and they fell to drag on the snowy ground. All he could think about was how nice it was to no longer be freezing.
There were a lot of moving parts that went into this one. I wanted to do stories based on emotions I get from some songs I hear. I had a Sam in my life at this time who is, and will always be, a hero to me. As is his father.
I love this story.
Sometimes past demons need to be faced before one can embrace what the future offers, and who better to slay them than a Marine?
Gunnery Sergeant Sam Hoch travels to the Pac Norwest upon receiving word his mentor and the closest thing to a father he’s had, has taken a turn for the worse and is in the hospital. Once there he meets a woman who is unlike any he’s ever met before. A former Marine herself, she opens up her home to him so he can be near his family.
Roxi Mammon isn’t positive it’s smart to allow Sam to stay with her, not with her immediate physical reaction to him. She’s heard tales of him from her best friend, his sister, and now having met him she is even more impressed by the man the Corps has turned him into—a silent, strong type. Passion grows between them and soon she finds herself falling for the Recon Marine. And falling hard.
As things escalate between them, Sam has to accept his past doesn’t control him if he plans on keeping Roxi in his future. Can he understand that this is the one woman who can give him something more? Will he silence the fear within him and tell Roxi she’s the one for him? Will he realise that he deserves more than just a temporary home?
A pessimist sees only the dark side of the clouds, and mopes; a philosopher sees both sides, and shrugs; an optimist doesn’t see the clouds at all — he’s walking on them.
~Leonard Louis Levinson
His large work roughened hands skimmed over her bare shoulders down across the tight top she wore during her exercise. He slid them down until they rested against the globes of her ass where after gripping and flexing twice he held her tighter to him. There was no way to ignore blatant ridge in his jeans not that she wanted to. The shrill ring of the house phone shattered the moment building between them. Even so, he didn’t spring away. His green eyes latched onto hers as he slowly ended the intense kiss, drawing out her lower lip in his until a pop free from his mouth. Even then he didn’t move until after he skimmed her lips with his thumb pad. His gaze dropped from hers to her lips and back again. The possession in his gaze burn straight through to her core. Never in her life had she ever felt so marked, so desired.
“Eric,” Angela said backing up a step, eyes wide. “Good to see you as always.” With a final glare to Leandra, she hurried on her way. “Thank you,” Leandra said softly. “Don’t thank me for that, she’s damn lucky I don’t hit women.” His touch remained. “You look a bit shaken. Buy you a drink and a meal?” “I could do to sit for a bit, I just have to finish up here.” He gave her a wide grin. “Let’s do it.” They finished together, talking and laughing. She truly enjoyed all the Duncan boys and had gotten to know them much better since their sister was with Zane. After she’d paid, and the food was in the car, she followed him to Bethany’s where they walked in together and got a booth. She ordered a peppermint shake with whipped cream and little mint candies sprinkled on the top. That was the first thing out of her mouth and Eric shook his head, cornrows moving easily as his eyes twinkled at her. “Make it two. And we’ll each take a burger with the works please.” “Sure thing handsome,” Roni said with a grin for both of them but a wink for Eric. “Be right up.” As soon as her shake arrived, she removed the paper on the straw and dug in, eyes closing, and she purred with pleasure as it went down. “Oh, this is good.” Eric watched her, eyes unblinking. “You make that look good and sound even better.” He indulged and held up a hand as he nodded. “Holy crap you were right, this is the shit right here.” She sucked some whipped cream off her thumb. “Told you.” His straight white teeth flashed against his darker skin. “You did. All these years and I’ve never had one of these until now.” “I discovered them last month and I think if I wasn’t out at Rocking K, I would be indulging in one every single day.” She took another long pull from the straw, her tension slipping away as the shake moved through her over her taste buds and down. “You should have one everyday then. You deserve it for putting up with those three. And now my sister as well as her bestie. You’re a goddamn saint.” She ducked her head on the off chance he’d be able to see the blush skating up her darker skin. She didn’t believe so but wasn’t sure. “Not really. They’re not bad. I’ll miss them.”
Final story in the Kendrick Brothers series. Not the last time you will see them for they will pop up in some of the older Kindleworld stories I have gotten back when they closed.
I had a blast writing these brothers and hope you enjoyed reading them.
Taking that first step is always the hardest…
Nate Kendrick has had a thing for his new housekeeper ever since he met her. Aboveboard on it all, he never pursues it until the night they are without his brothers’ as chaperones. No longer can he ignore his desire for her. Leandra Brice is working on her dream and being employed by the Rocking K Ranch is only a step along the way. So what if the eldest is the star of her every fantasy? Giving in may not be smart but it sure does feel good.Their affair is hot and whirlwind until the season catches up and chills it to frost. When Leandra leaves Nate is going to need more than luck to get her to believe his heart belongs to her.
Nate groaned as he stared over the massive mound of paperwork before him.
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