Monday, September 19, 2011

Force Recon Somalia - New Release Excerpt

Force Recon Somalia by BethAnn Buehler, JA Lawson, Lila Munro and JL Oiler

This new release is another great story in the Force Recon series, romance and adventure in a realistic setting. It's a page-turner with characters so real, you'll feel like you know them. The authors are sharing an excerpt today. Enjoy!


After surviving the vacation from hell in Beacon Bayou, the Force Recon team finds themselves one relationship, one fianc√©, one child, and one marriage more than before they left Camp Lejeune for leave. But before they have a chance to process how a few days so completely changed their lives, they’re called away to Somalia, a hot bed of pirate activity. Their mission--rescue an embedded female marine taken prisoner.

Being a female marine isn’t easy for Allison Blaise. Choosing a life that's all about proving herself worthy of being one of the few and the proud right alongside her male counterparts, Alli volunteers for every special assignment that comes down the pipeline. This time that "go-to" attitude has landed her a stay as a prisoner to a few unsavory Somali pirates. After watching her four man extraction team be virtually destroyed before her eyes, Alli finds herself inexplicably drawn to the team leader, Brogan Baker. But that part of her that would normally heel to a Dominant man’s been damaged, and she fears it may be permanent.

Eric Ryan, AKA Chaos, has only been with the team a few weeks when he realizes he's got a few problems on his hands. Not only is he replacing a dead man, he’s vying for control of a team whose current leader knows all his dirty little secrets. While he’d like to be topped by the man in charge he knows it’s probably impossible and Eric’s discovered something in him is attracted to the woman attached to Brogan's side every waking minute.

With their team in a constant state of change and under duress, Aaron finds himself struggling to accept the notion that he's worth being loved and unable to impress his soon to be grandfather -in-law. Worse, he can’t shake the guilt that’s haunted him ever since the botched rescue in Somalia. But Aaron’s not the only one with problems. Gabe thought his life was under control until Ros reveals yet another secret, one he’s so distracted by he almost doesn’t survive the trip home from Somalia. A secret Ros may not survive either.

Just when they thought they were strong enough to make it through anything, the Force Recon team is once again faced with enough to either make them or break them.

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Published By: Rebel Ink Press LLC
ISBN # 9781937265182
Word Count: 132,275
Heat Index 5 Flames
Price: $6.99


Rolling over one more time, Alli looked at the clock on her bedside table. One more sleepless night. When would there be any relief? When would she be able to just let go a little and let darkness overtake her if only for a few hours?

She pulled herself up and headed for the kitchen. She’d like nothing more than to make an entire pot of coffee and suck it down through a straw, but if her doctors found out she was doing anything less than what they’d advised, the next step might very well be some type of inpatient bull shit at the sleep clinic. Alli rubbed her eyes and opened the refrigerator, stared at the near bare shelves blankly then walked away again. Nothing appealed to her. Again. Before she could make it to the couch and sink into it, someone knocked at the door. Who the holy hell? If her dad and brother didn’t stop their surprise visits to make sure she was still breathing and keeping dirty laundry to herself, she was going to call command and have restraining orders put out on their asses for harassment.

“Go away, Daddy,” Alli cried, running her hands through her hair. “I’m fine. I was fine the last time, I’m fine today and I’ll be fine tomorrow. It’s zero-fucking-dark-thirty—go away!”

The voice that answered from the other side of the flimsy wood was not at all what Alli expected. She rushed over and peeked through the peep hole. Sure enough there stood Brogan. He looked as bad as Alli felt. He was in the same clothes he’d been in the previous afternoon, he looked like he hadn’t slept and he definitely hadn’t shaved. She jerked the door open and glared at him, forgetting all she wore was a thin tee shirt that barely covered her ass. Her perfectly bare ass at that.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Gunny?” she said, spearing him with a hateful stare. “Did Daddy send you out on Alli patrol? Well you can go tell the son-of-a-bitch I’m not out running alone with my ear buds in and I didn’t tell my shrink anything I shouldn’t. I’m tucked away inside the house like a good girl.”

Alli attempted to slam the door in his face only to have him reach out and put both hands along the edge, fighting her for control of it.

“What do you want?” she growled, struggling against his grip. “Why, oh why, do you keep tracking me down and making me…” Alli slapped her mouth shut unwilling to admit he made her want things from him she shouldn’t. With one final shove, Brogan won the door war and let himself in. “What do you think you’re doing?” she cried. “Do you always go around this early breaking and entering at will where ever you please?”

It was then that Alli noticed Brogan was staring between her legs and she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, holding it down. She didn’t fully understand why it bothered her. Hell plenty of men had seen her pussy in all its blaze and glory at the club. Wasn’t Brogan seeing it exactly what she wanted? Maybe. But she had a feeling if he stared at it just the right way it would burst into flames. The hungry look in his eyes sent a shudder out over Alli and as he advanced toward her she backed up further, wondering if she could outrun him. Probably not, she deduced. Just as she thought he’d grab her and do what she had no idea, he sat down like he lived there.

“Would you like the remote?” she asked sarcastically. “How about some breakfast, Mas…” Alli’s hand flew to her lips and she trembled at the look that passed through Brogan’s stormy eyes. Clearly wrong answer. “Why are you here?” she whispered from behind her fingers.

“It’s all about trust, but it doesn’t have to happen at some club in the middle of nowhere with a stranger. You’re wrong,” Brogan informed her flatly.

Alli’s blood boiled and she spewed a diatribe of accusations and cryptic comments at him and when she stopped before she could catch her wind, Brogan jerked her into his lap, possessing her mouth. Everything in her brain yelled no while everything in her body yelled yes. By default her body won. She opened to his sweet assault and moaned into his mouth before she could reason herself out of it. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this. It was all wrong and Brogan definitely didn’t understand her or what she needed. Then, before she was finished absorbing him, she found herself abruptly thrown face down across his knees with her toes skimming the carpet and her palms flat on the floor.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Gunny?” Alli bit out. “Let me go.”

Denying her request, Brogan ran his hand over her now bared ass as if defining his territory. Oh hell no.

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Calisa Rhose said...

*fans self* Great excerpt- once more ladies! Thanks Gale.

Maeve said...

Whew! What an excerpt. Thanks for the "warm" start to the day. ;-)

Gale Stanley said...

It's a Monday morning wake-up. lol
Thanks for stopping by.