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Cold Warriors
Left
in cryogenic stasis for nearly a century, Caitlin Driskoll is awakened
and drafted into a war she knows nothing about. Expected to defend a
world where her kind is despised and expendable, she discovers love and
respect from the one man who can’t be associated with her.
Lieutenant
Colonel Medoro Keegan has spent a lifetime in the Marines. With no
family to speak of, the Corps and his ship, the USS Blanchard, are all
the loved ones he needs…until Caitlin sparks a fire within, that
threatens to consume him if he doesn’t walk away.
Will
he choose a life of certainty in the only world he knows or give it all
to Caitlin and run the risk of losing someone, yet again?
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Excerpt~
He
didn’t know what to say. His first clash with her had distracted him to
the point of madness. It had been some time since he’d had such a
powerful encounter with a woman. The last one to push his buttons that
hard, he wound up marrying.
Caitlin
was stubborn, mouthy, somewhat insubordinate, and filled with an innate
force he had not seen in sometime. She had no problem in standing up
for who or what she believed in. He didn’t like the feelings she stirred
in him. He dare not consider them. Especially with her. She was a
subordinate and a cryo. It was against regulations for him to even think
of starting anything with her.
He
shifted his stance. His heart pounded in his ears and breaths
quickened. “Ms. Driskoll. I don’t know what you expect from me.”
“Nothing more than I expect from myself.”
Before
he knew it, he crossed the distance between them and swept her into a
searing kiss. He caressed her body, touching every curve. Arousal sped
through his body like lightening. He dug his fingers in her hair and
hungrily dominated her mouth, his tongue delving in, playing with hers.
Gripping her waist, he lifted her up and placed on her the table. She
arched her neck exposing her creamy skin. He nipped and bit at it
enjoying its smoothness. He reached up and caressed her breasts, a need
filling him to see them, taste them.
He
was ready to slip off into oblivion when he remembered himself. It was
the middle of the day; they were in a briefing room and would be caught.
Breaking off the kiss, he raised his hands in surrender.
“Jesus,” he said in between breaths.
“What?” she panted, as she straightened her uniform.
“Please
leave. Just go.” He closed his eyes, wrestling his feelings into
submission. Holding them down, he shuddered. Dear God, help me. He
needed her so badly. His breathing slowed to a normal rate. When he
opened his eyes, she was gone.
“Sir, you’re needed on the bridge,” the voice on the com said.
“Be right there,” he replied, grateful for the distraction.
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