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Thursday, December 18, 2014


Casper Grady
(Former Marine, Family Fun Center Business Owner)

Recipe by P.A. DePaul

Exchange of Fire, SBG #1

Before you start, turn the air conditioner way up as this recipe tends to cause overheating and internal combustion during cooking.

Sauté together in a skillet and simmer on low heat:
Base Ingredients:
* A six-foot-three hero
* Military-honed physique
* Sun-kissed blond hair

Liberally add to taste:
* Ripped abs—ensure each muscle has been massaged for full flavor prior to addition
* Alpha male personality
* Sexual magnetism
* Easy-going open smile
* Crystal blue eyes
* Lethal skills

Sizzle until ingredients reach a golden tan.
Garnish (with as much as the plate can handle):
* High Intelligence
* Grim Reaper tattoo
* Fierce protector
* Underdog champion

Recipe yields one sexy former marine who is now a successful businessman. Best served hot but with caution. Women tend to lose their intelligence and ability to control their hormones before even consuming dish.

During clean up, be sure to first lick the pan, spatula, and any other items you feel appropriate.

This dish pairs nicely with a kick-butt, female sniper answering to the codename Wraith.

Taste Test 
“Where did you work after college?” [Grady] continued.

“Hmm?” This was worse than any interrogation technique [Sandra] had endured in training. Her muddled mind was focused only on relieving the ache growing in her core. 

He dipped his head and whispered, “After college, where did you go?” 

“College?” Oh, God, why were they still talking? “After? Kansas. Training.” 

“I see,” he answered. 

He did? How could he? Her unfocused eyes were absorbed in the smolder she found in his irises. She pressed her hand against his, holding it to her face. Electricity danced under her fingertips as fire erupted beneath his palm. His gaze narrowed and searched hers, smoke filling his eyes. Come on, kiss me. Show me you want this too. Her breath caught at the rush of lust mirrored back to her just as he closed the distance. 

The second his lips touched hers, she ignited. She crushed her mouth to his and parted her lips. He needed no more incentive than that. He cradled her face in both of his hands and tilted his head. His tongue darted inside and she greedily accepted it. When his tongue retreated, she followed and melted at the taste inside his mouth. 

For months they had been dancing around this moment. The suspense of wondering if she could allow it to happen and if he’d still be interested when she did made it all the more explosive. 

Someone moaned. Probably her. Holy moly, could he kiss. This was such a bad idea, but she couldn’t get up the gumption to give a damn. 

She ran her palms up his forearms and squeezed his rock-hard biceps. Hot damn, did that turn her on. She flattened her body against his. 

He groaned and molded his very noticeable bulge against her stomach while she smoothed her hands down his back. Defined muscles rippled everywhere she touched. Sexy. 

He pulled his mouth away and kissed along her jaw. She sucked in a much needed breath and angled her head for him to continue his path.

“Tell me,” he whispered between kisses, “is that where you got the knife?” 

“Knife?” What the hell was he talking about? Better yet, why was he talking at all? 

Goose bumps flared at the skin-on-skin contact from his hand when he reached under her polo and swept it toward her lower back. He pulled her forward, pressing his erection into her. A tremor stole through her abdomen and into her core at the promise of receiving his hard length. 

“The blade you had out earlier.” He burrowed under her shirt with his other hand and slid his fingers up her rib cage. Her eyes about crossed at the overwhelming anticipation as he edged near her bra. Just when she thought she’d go mad from waiting, his palm enveloped her breast. “You got that in training?” He tweaked her nipple through the fabric and a rush of moisture pooled between her thighs. 

“Oh God, do that again,” she uttered, her voice so raspy, she barely recognized it. 

He complied while whispering against her lobe, “Knife part of training?” 

Desperate need raced through her. “No. Gift from Talon.” 

He yanked her shirt up and thrust her cup below her breast. He licked the distended bud, and she dropped her head back. Thank God he had all those arm muscles, because they were the only things holding her up. His tongue alternately swirled around the areola and flicked the peak. She moaned, sliding her hands into his hair. The sexy surfer curls were just as silky as she imagined. 

He drew back and blew on it. “Talon an old boyfriend?” 

She shivered from the air against the moisture and trembled when he dove forward to suck the nipple again. “What? No. Teammate.” 

He kissed his way back up, claiming her mouth. She didn’t hold back. He met her passion and added fuel by unleashing his own. A bomb could have exploded outside and she wouldn’t care. Just as long as he didn’t stop. He took a step back and kept her melded to him. He twisted them around and slowly sank to the couch. She didn’t break the kiss as she kneeled on the cushions to straddle him. To have his bulge now rubbing against her core almost had her coming. 

He broke the kiss and cupped her ass in his big hands. Almost as if they were thinking the same thoughts, he ground his erection into her and began stroking her most sensitive area. The friction from her panties and jeans increased the tension. He bent his head and kissed her still exposed nipple. The tension coiled higher. 

“So, you went to training in Kansas after college,” he whispered against her breast, “and met Talon, who became a teammate, and he gave you the knife, right?” 

The intensity ratcheted up, but the fog in her brain began to clear. Talon. Knife. Teammate. The words rattled in her mind. Talon. Teammate. Kansas. Her eyes flew open. Oh God. What did she do? 

She jumped off his lap and slapped a hand over her mouth as she gazed down at him. Daggone, the man was fine sitting there unabashed as he returned her hot stare. His cock looked like it was going to burst from his jeans, and his chest heaved with his labored breathing. 

He rested his forearms against his thick thighs and cleared his throat. “None of that was on your résumé. So I’ll ask again. Is anything on it true?”

"If you enjoy military action, suspense, steamy romance, and a little danger, this is the series for you." —Library Journal
First in a sexy new romantic suspense series for fans of Julie Ann Walker and Maya Banks





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  2. Thanks for having me today! I hope you all enjoyed this tasty dish. I know I'm definitely going back for second helpings. ;)

  3. Very nice! Loved the excerpt and now I have a new author to read.

    1. Woot! Woot! Thanks Mary Kirkland! So glad you loved the excerpt! Hope you enjoy the story! :)

  4. Sounds interesting! Added to my wishlist

  5. I love Marine stories and this sounds like a good read. I've put it on my Amazon wish list. Thx for the opportunity!!!

    1. Hooray! Thank you Kathleen Nichols! I hope you enjoy! :)

  6. I totally have this book on my TBR pile and hope to get to it before the year is out.

    1. Music to my ears Judith Cauthan! I hope you enjoy once you do nestle in to read it. :)

  7. Yummy. Can I have another serving please? lol

    1. LOL! Coming right up! It does hit the spot, doesn't it. ;)

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    1. *grinning* *serving a second helping* You still looked hungry Anna! :)