Friday, March 10, 2017

Out Now! Men of Honor: Rafe by Marteeka Karland #Military #Romance

Men of Honor: Rafe
by Marteeka Karland

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Rafe is the first book in a spin off of my popular Carver Brother's series, Heroes. This branch of the family tree is based in Louisville, Kentucky. Like their Lexington cousins, they all drive Ford vehicles and like spending time with close friends, family, and playing with guns and explosives. :D All of them are military or former military, highly possessive and devoted to their women. The Louisville Carvers are not all blood brothers, but are brothers in the service. I think you'll enjoy them as much as the Lexington Carvers.

Oh. One more thing. They bleed blue. No birds for this bunch. I just want to point that out.

***NOTE*** Men of Honor: Rafe is a NEW SPIN OFF of the popular Heroes: The Carver Brothers series. Come see what the wicked men of Louisville Kentucky are up to!


In the dangerous world of drugs, things can turn deadly in an instant...

Amanda Livingston is stuck in a rut with her,boyfriend, Scott Dosser. Knowing only that she'll never be the one to satisfy him, she doesn't suspect the true evil lurking behind his sexy smile...until it's too late.

A battle with drug lords into human trafficking...

Former Navy SEAL, Rafe Carver, was trained to not miss details and something about this couple Instincts on high alert, Rafe digs to find the truth. Which turns out to be more than even he bargained for. Rafe will stop at nothing to keep naive Amanda alive preferably tucked safely between the sheets of his bed.

Two strong wills collide...

Rafe thought the biggest danger was the cartel,little did he envision the sultry Amanda, was as hard-headed and feisty as she was sexy. Convincing her of the dangers surrounding proves most challenging of all and there isn't time for error or argument. Surviving each may be even more tricky than outmaneuvering the men after her.


The second she saw Scott, Amanda knew she was in trouble. The expression on his face was one of utter fury.

"Not going anywhere, huh?" he accused. "Imagine my surprise when you didn't return and I had to leave without you. Did you never think I'd worry? It's just like I thought. You don't care about me at all. You were just using me because you know I'm going somewhere with my career." Was he for real?

"Yeah, well, being drugged so I can be sold to the highest bidder makes me a tad skittish."

He gave her a looked filled with both righteous indignation and disgust. "That's right. Make something dramatic out of your actions so everyone feels sorry for you. The fact is you don't care about anyone but yourself!"

The old Amanda would have backed down. Over the last few hours, however, something had taken hold inside her, and she refused to be intimidated by her old life. "I notice you didn't deny drugging me."

"Don't be ridiculous! You were drunk. Your own fault. I was at my job. You know. Working for a living?"

"I'm not arguing with you, Scott. I know about Cortez and the drugs you run with your real girlfriend. I know he thinks you lost a shipment you were supposed to deliver, and I know you planned to pay him back by selling me." Saying it hurt more than Amanda was expecting. "You faked your affection for me. I was insurance the whole time in case something went wrong." With her head clear and some good, strong coffee in her, she could see it all so clearly now. With a scoffing laugh, she said, "That's why you always wanted me to dress 'natural,' as you put it. No fancy clothes. Leaving my hair down and loose. No makeup. You were parading me around to see how much I was worth." Another thought occurred to her. "I supposed that's why you never had sex with me, huh? A virgin would bring a higher price."

For the first time in her two years with Scott Dosser, the man had nothing to say. They'd started dating when she was twenty, her second year of college. She'd confessed she'd never had sex before, but he hadn't seemed to mind. Had professed to be glad of it. While she'd been eager to explore sex, he'd been the one to insist they wait until they were married. Had said it would be that much more special. In reality, he'd been preserving her virginity to gain a higher price on the market. She wanted to be sick.

Just as she'd poised to take the lid off the rest of her coffee and throw it at Scott, she spotted Rafe emerging from the fog. An avenging angel. Her angel.

Arms open wide, Rafe walked toward her in long, ground-eating strides. His tall, imposing frame was a welcome sight indeed. "Amanda! I should have known you'd migrate toward the caffeine." He never broke stride, just walked up to her and took her in his big, strong arms, swinging her around so that he was between her and Scott. Just as Scott stepped to the side to keep her in his line of sight, Rafe pressed his mouth to hers.

She was so shocked, all she could do was cling to his broad, muscular shoulders. The kiss seemed to brand her, body and soul. The simple act of pressing his lips to hers became anything but simple. When he licked the seam of her lips, she parted for him, letting his tongue delve into her mouth at will. Sensations swamped Amanda. Dizziness swept her up, feeling much like the alcohol of the night before. Which was when she realized she was hyperventilating.

When she pushed at Rafe's shoulders, he ended the kiss, setting her on her feet, but not letting her step away from his body. "I missed you, baby," he said in a low, seductive voice. "Come back with me. I'll take you home later."

"Rafe?" She needed to look up at him. Even knowing he'd done this for Scott's benefit, she still needed to see in his eyes that he hadn't been affected by that kiss. Shame and mortification filled her, knowing this was all an act. Still, she couldn't resist the magnetic pull of his gaze. With a deep breath for courage, she looked up into his eyes. Heat blazed so hot it nearly scorched her to the bones. Was that all an act too?

"Excuse me." Scott stepped closer, reaching for Amanda's arm. Rafe smoothly moved Amanda away from the other man, keeping a protective arm around her. "Do you want to explain why you're kissing my girlfriend?"

Rafe only grinned down at the shorter man. "She might have been yours at the beginning of the night last night, but she's my woman now." Rafe raised his chin a little, as if he were proud of the fact he'd just stated. "We both saw you with your other girlfriend last night." He made the term "girlfriend" sound childish and beneath him. Probably because Scott had used the term to describe Amanda. "Necking in the wings? That's a bit...amateurish, don't you think?"

Wow. The man already had Scott figured out. If anything could push his buttons, being called an amateur would.

"You better watch your mouth, buddy! I might give you a surprise or two."
Scott loved to taunt her with how he'd earned a black belt in karate. Claimed he could hold his own in a fight and knew ways of hurting people she'd never even dreamed about. Amanda had the feeling Rafe could handle anything Scott wanted to dish out. As if on cue, Rafe urged her gently behind him to free up his hands. Now, he lost his easygoing demeanor and faced Scott with an expression so dark and menacing, her ex actually took a step backward before he could stop himself.

"Let's get a couple things straight, comedy boy. You want no part of me. You might think you do, but I guarantee you don't. Second, Amanda is mine. I protect what's mine."

God, she loved hearing that! Maybe it was Rafe's larger-than-life appearance. Maybe it was their kiss moments ago. Amanda had no idea which, but she wanted this man for herself. Sure, he'd royally pissed her off, but he'd also done everything in his power afterward to make her as comfortable as possible. Now, her mind and heart had latched onto him, imprinting his persona on her very being so that she knew no other man would ever do for her.

Fuck. This wasn't good.


Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of. Now, she breathes life into faeries, space hunters, werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, and a few just plane ole ordinary people. She loves to see the awkward, self-conscious band geek get the captain of the football team and make him beg for it.

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