Thursday, March 30, 2017

It's time to clean my bookshelves GIVEAWAY #3

It is time to clean my bookshelves.. at least that is what my hubby says...So keep checking back to A Soccer Mom's Book Blog for giveaways of books that I have read, enjoyed, and can't wait to share with my friends.     All these books have been given to me by authors, publicists, or other book people.
  

It's time to clean my shelf book giveaway #3 is The Light of Paris by Eleanor Brown.    Look below for the rafflecopter giveaway.   Sorry giveaway is for US addresses only.


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Wednesday, March 29, 2017

A Bridge Across the Ocean by Susan Meissner


Paperback, 384 pages
Expected publication: March 14th 2017 by Berkley Books

Wartime intrigue spans the lives of three women past and present in the latest novel from the acclaimed author of Secrets of a Charmed Life .

February, 1946. World War Two is over, but the recovery from the most intimate of its horrors has only just begun for Annaliese Lange, a German ballerina desperate to escape her past, and Simone Deveraux, the wronged daughter of a French Resistance spy.

Now the two women are joining hundreds of other European war brides aboard the renowned RMS
 Queen Mary to cross the Atlantic and be reunited with their American husbands. Their new lives in the United States brightly beckon until their tightly-held secrets are laid bare in their shared stateroom. When the voyage ends at New York Harbor, only one of them will disembark... 

Present day. Facing a crossroads in her own life, Brette Caslake visits the famously haunted
 Queen Mary at the request of an old friend. What she finds will set her on a course to solve a seventy-year-old tragedy that will draw her into the heartaches and triumphs of the courageous war brides and will ultimately lead her to reconsider what she has to sacrifice to achieve her own deepest longings.

My Thoughts…

Two of my favorite genres combined in one amazing book.     A Bridge Across the Ocean is a historical fiction book with a twist of paranormal.     I will admit that the historical aspect managed to catch my attention more than the paranormal side but together they made this one of my best of 2017 books.    

The story of Annaliese and Simone traveling as war time brides to America to join their US soldiers in their homeland was phenomenal.    I loved learning about their experiences in Europe while WWII was happening and how they had to adjust to life during war.     As with many WWII books written about women, I was amazed at all they had to do just to stay alive.   The strength and persistence of Simone and Annaliese is what has truly stayed with me after finishing the story.      

Brette’s story was present time.   I wasn’t as drawn to her story but it was interesting.    Her husband bothered me, for some reason I struggled with his treatment of her.   I felt like he was pushy and rather selfish.      The RMS Queen Mary, which was used as a transport for war time brides, provided the paranormal part of the story.     I have heard of ships being referred to as alive and with feelings and Susan Meissner did a great job of bringing the Queen Mary to life.     The tour of the ship by Brette was incredibly detailed and I was hopeful for what she was hoping to find.  

I definitely recommend picking up your own copy.     The 3 points of view and different time periods make this a book I could not stop reading. 

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Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Begging for Bad Boys RELEASE BLITZ & GIVEAWAY




Title: Begging for Bad Boys
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 28, 2017



Blurb

USA Today and Top Best Selling Romance authors have come together to give you this tempting bundle of 13 sinful bad boys that'll have you on your knees and begging for more!

Each book is a standalone romance with a guaranteed sweet-as-can-be happily ever after with NO CLIFFHANGERS. Get an ice cold glass of water before digging into these brand new, never-before-seen hot reads!







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AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU 




Burned Promises by Willow Winters


My world is caving in on itself; the scars of my past threatening to consume me. I was ready to fall from the top of my empire and I didn't give a damn. But then she showed up; falling back into my life and into my bed. My sweetheart. I should let her walk away again; I'm a bad man, but I'm too selfish. This time, I'm keeping her.


Dirty Debt by Lauren Landish

It's time to collect on the biggest debt anyone in the city owes me. Jacob Waters, the bastard that killed my father. He's an abusive prick and he'll pay the ultimate price. But before I take him down, I'm taking his most prized possession. His precious Sarah.


Bound to the Bad Boy - Crystal Kaswell

Brendon. My best friend's brother. The smoking hot tattoo artist miles and miles out of my league. He wants me. He wants me bound. I've had a crush on him since I can remember, but can I really handle him like *this*?


Protector by Bella Love-Wins

Robin - I bump into the bad boy who broke my sister's heart nine years ago, and everything changes. I never expect forbidden fireworks, secrets and danger at every turn, and a hero in my corner when I need him most.


Redeeming Viktor by Alexis Abbott

 A passionate one-night-stand ends in heartbreak. Five years later, and he's back, but can what they have be rekindled once he realizes they have a daughter?


Hostage by Vivian Wood 

World-weary ex-soldier Sam isn’t expecting to find beautiful, broken Kat in the snow. When he takes her back to his hunting lodge and cleans her bruises, she tries to flee. Scared for her life. Sam is determined to protect the delicate blonde from the world, even if that means putting his life on the line. Now that he’s found her, he won’t let her go…


Lumberjack Boss by Tabatha Kiss

Wealth. Power. Wood. Three things I had more of than anybody else until Hazel showed up to protest my latest project. She won’t take my money. She doesn’t care about my family’s influence. Maybe a little wood is what she needs... and I’ve got more than enough to give her.


Bloodlines by Aubrey Irons


 Once upon a time, he was my prince not-so-charming. But there are no happy ever afters with life in the Dark Saints Irish mafia. I swore I’d never come back to Boston after he pushed me away six years ago. But that’s before there was a price on my head, and I needed protection. I won’t fall for him again. Giving in to temptation this time around doesn’t mean a broken heart. It means we’re dead.


Hard Rock Promise by Athena Wright

I thought it'd be an easy job when my friend asked me to "babysit" her out-of-control brother — her playboy, arrogant, *sinfully sexy* older brother. As the bassist in the rock band Cherry Lips, Gael's had more than his fair share of women. But his dirty, sexy words ignite my body, just as his promises of forever ignite my heart. Is Gael playing me or playing for keeps?


Crossfire by KB Winters

I'm Jameson O’Leary. When I find a sweet Irish babe on the side of the road, it’s time to get down and dirty—on and off my bike. I just pray baby girl doesn't get caught in the crossfire.


One Night Stand by Kylie Walker

Heather Blair was only going to check up on her assistant. To see how the wedding was going. She hadn’t planned on being snowed in or make a night of it with a tall, dark and sexy billionaire. Have a one night stand her assistant told her! When she finds out who he really is, the question is, will she run out the door or into his arms?


Signed SEAL'd Delivered by Holly Hart

Ripped muscle and strict discipline, that's what SEAL's are made of and exactly why Jax was hired for the job. When Jax sees Alex, the girl he loved all those years ago, his years of hard work and his career are put to the test.


A Fake Wife by Sierra Rose 

Charlie’s plan: Sweep into town, pick up a fake bride, get his inheritance, and leave like the wind after a quickie divorce in Caribbean paradise, untying the knot fast enough to cause whiplash.

Jaime’s plan: Getting intimate, then signing papers over Piña Coladas and saying adios wasn’t quite her style. She knew a happily ever after with Charlie was never going to happen... unless fate intervened.




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Monday, March 27, 2017

Inheritance: (A New Adult Paranormal Romance) (Heart Lines Series Book 2) by Heather Hildenbrand

Kindle Edition, 367 pages
Expected publication: March 27th 2017
You either use magic or it uses you… 

Sam has regained her memory—and with it, the Knowing. There is magic inside her; strong, powerful and old as the Earth, it is more than enough to heal the sick werewolves. If only she could figure out how to use it.
 

Alex Channing has finally done something selfless and walked away. For the first time ever, his reasons are not about his own interests. He knows full well Sam is the only one who can heal him. But Alex knows better than anyone: magic always comes with a price. And he refuses to let Sam get hurt because of him. He’d rather die than cause her pain—and he plans to do just that. The more rabid werewolves he can take with him, the better.
 

With Alex’s days numbered and more and more feral werewolves being drawn to Sam, she must learn to wield what’s inside her and claim her inheritance. Before it’s too late.
 

Book 2 in the Heart Lines Series by Heather Hildenbrand.
 

Book 3 coming April 2017!
 

My Thoughts…

It has been a long time since I have been so invested in a storyline and characters.    Heather Hildenbrand has brought to this series an amazing set of characters that I just cannot help but like.   

Sam and Alex are such strong, sure, and captivating characters.    They are drawn to each other yet do not always accept their feelings.    I fee l like if they are together anything is possible but apart they don’t stand a chance.   I am hoping that eventually they will realize this and get their lives in order.    The secondary characters or RJ, Tara, and Edie are all important to the story.     They make their presence known and help to add so much to the story.    

I love that this is the second book, with a third to come in April 2017, and Heather doesn’t give the whole story away.     The need to read book 3 is there.   I am in need of knowing what happens with Alex and Sam.     The werewolves need help, Alex needs to be healed, and Sam needs to find her happiness.  

Inheritance is a book I recommend picking up.    The Heart Line Series does need to be read in order but luck is that book one and two are available right now and it isn’t a long wait for the third book. 

Thank you Heather Hildenbrand for a review copy of your book for a honest review.  

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Friday, March 24, 2017

Forever a Hero (The Carsons of Mustang Creek #3) by Linda Lael Miller


Kindle Edition, 384 pages
Expected publication: April 1st 2017 by HQN Books
For the youngest Carson brother, finding—and fixing—trouble seems to be all in a day's work 
Mace Carson is no hero. Back in college, he came upon a woman in trouble and intervened—but he was just one irate Wyoming cowboy with his boots planted firmly on the side of right. Now a successful vintner, Mace is shocked to be reunited with the woman he saved. But it turns out she's in Wyoming on business…a corporate executive representing the company that wants to buy his winery. Only, he's not selling. 
Kelly Wright has never forgotten that horrible night ten years ago when Mace came to her rescue, has never forgotten him. The surprising success of a winery in the middle of ranch country has brought her to Mustang Creek, and she's secretly thrilled to discover Mace at the helm. Reluctant to mix business with pleasure, Kelly vows to keep things professional, until her attacker is released from prison and comes for vengeance…against both of them.

My Thoughts…

Kelly and Mace have a history, one they have both never forgotten, and now they have a present and a future.        I enjoyed seeing them circle around each other and try to figure out where their friendship/relationship would head.     There wasn’t really any doubt as to how or where it would go for me but it was fun to see them reconnect.   

The story is about Mace and Kelly discovering their feelings for each other and working toward their happy ending.   Yet, the real story is the family.   Both characters have a wonderful supporting family.      Mace’s brothers manage to share all his embarrassing stories while growing up and still show him the support and love he needs to figure out what he needs for his future with Kelly.    Kelly’s sisters do the same when Mace meets them.      The family love is one of my most favorite things about Forever a Hero.  

The Carsons of Mustang Creek is a series but each book can be read all alone.   I recommend checking them all out.  

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Check out my thoughts on book 2 in this series, Always a Cowboy HERE





Thursday, March 23, 2017

Meet Me at Beachcomber Bay byJill Mansell & GIVEAWAY

Pub Date: May 2, 2017

International bestseller Jill Mansell weaves a heartwarming tale of love, family and friendship in her latest novel

1. A brief encounter that could have become so much more…if only everything were different
2. Step-sisters, bitter rivals in every area except one—by unbreakable pact neither will ever steal a man from the other
3. A love triangle that starts out as a mess of secrets and mix-ups, and only gets worse from there

Plus!
Friendship, family ties, crossed wires and self-discovery, second chances and first impressions

Welcome to Jill Mansell’s blustery seaside world. Once you step inside, you’ll never want to leave!

With over 10 million copies sold, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jill Mansell writes irresistible and funny, poignant and romantic tales for women in the tradition of Marian Keyes, Sophie Kinsella and Jojo Moyes. She lives with her partner and their children in Bristol, England.


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Jill Mansell book bundle and a British summer tumbler

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EXCERPT
Sometimes it only takes a split second for a state of absolute calm to turn to one of horror and panic.
“Oh dear, poor thing.” Clemency turned to watch as a purple-faced businessman in a too-tight suit hurtled across the concourse at Malaga airport in the direction of the departure gates, panting and grunting as he ran and scattering small children in his wake.
The British girl who was working at the Chanel stand in duty-free said, “Honestly, it’s amazing how many people don’t bother to pay attention to the boards. Yesterday there was a party of fifteen Spanish guys in one of the bars, and they were so busy watching a football match on TV that they ended up missing their flight. Imagine!”
“That’s crazy,” Clemency marveled, trying a purple eyeshadow shot with gold sparkly bits on the back of her hand. Nice.
“Oh, we see everything here. So many people don’t even turn up at the airport until their flight’s about to close.”
“I couldn’t do that. I always like to give myself loads of time. Then I know I can really relax,” Clemency said happily, “and spend ages in duty-free trying out all the makeup.”
Which was why another forty minutes had passed before she finally arrived at the checkout to pay for the new lipstick she’d chosen, because these things took time, and choosing the perfect lipstick was important.
The bored-looking cashier said, “May I check your boarding pass, please?”
Clemency glanced down at her left hand, the one that should have been clutching her passport. The passport with the boarding pass neatly tucked inside it.
She looked down at the hand and saw that it was clutching instead a handful of perfume card samplers, each one sprayed with a different scent.
And that was the moment absolute calm turned to horror and panic.
***
“Just in time,” said the female attendant as Clemency hurtled toward the departures desk. “We were about to close the gate!”
Clemency couldn’t speak. She wanted to fall to her knees and gulp air into her burning lungs, but there was no time; she was already being ushered out through the sliding doors and across the tarmac toward the waiting plane. Her drag-along case was banging against her ankles, perspiration was trickling down her spine, and her mouth was dry as she struggled up the clanky metal steps, still hyperventilating. Oh God, she could only imagine the color of her face. She must be puce.
The male flight attendant greeted her with a wink. “Nice of you to decide to join us. Welcome on board.”
***
You know that little inner surge of triumph you get when you’re on a packed-to-the-gills plane, and everyone’s boarded, and the seat next to yours is magically still empty…until at the very last minute someone else gets on and you realize you won’t be enjoying the luxury of having an empty seat beside you after all?
This, Clemency knew, was the feeling currently being experienced by the passenger occupying seat number 45A. As she made her way toward 45B, she could almost hear the thud of disappointment and his accompanying sigh of resignation.
Oh well. His hopes might have been cruelly dashed, but on the upside, he had excellent cheekbones and a beautiful mouth. During her flight over here, the guy in the seat next to hers had weighed almost as much as the plane itself and had been eating tuna sandwiches, so this one was already a marked improvement.
Still getting her breath back, Clemency smiled broadly at him. “I know, I’m sorry. I’d be disappointed too.”
This was the man’s cue to relax, to notice that as far as seat neighbors were concerned he could do an awful lot worse, and to gallantly offer to lift her heavy case into the overhead bin.
Except this didn’t happen. Instead, he acknowledged her with the briefest of nods before returning his attention to the phone in his hand.
Then again, she had looked better. Maybe a red-faced, perspiring twenty-five-year-old gasping for breath wasn’t his cup of tea.
Case stowed and bin closed, Clemency collapsed into her seat, wiped her face and hands with a tissue, and examined her left foot where the wheels of her carry-on case had repeatedly bashed against her ankle. She exhaled noisily. “I can’t believe I almost missed my flight! I always make sure I leave loads of time so nothing can go wrong. All these years, and it’s never happened before…but I suppose the thing is, something always can go wrong. Like today. You can’t imagine how I felt when…umm…”
She trailed to a humiliated halt when she realized the man was determined to ignore her. Nothing, not a flicker; he clearly wasn’t interested at all.
He might have a beautiful mouth and excellent cheekbones, but he had no intention of engaging in conversation with the stranger at his side.
Fine. Clemency ostentatiously took out her own phone and began to check her emails. Because look at me, I’m really busy and important too.
***
Half an hour later, once they were flying at thirty-six thousand feet over the Pyrenees, two of the cabin crew brought the drinks cart down the aisle, and her traveling companion removed his earbuds in order to speak to them.
“I don’t believe it.” Clemency laughed at her own stupidity. “I’m such an idiot!”
The man turned to look at her. “Sorry?”
“You! Those things!” She gestured to the earbuds in his right hand. “I was chatting away to you earlier and you completely ignored me, so I stopped talking because I thought you didn’t want to be disturbed. I couldn’t see the wires from here because of the way you were sitting, and your collar covered them up. But I can’t believe I didn’t realize the reason you were ignoring me was because you had headphones in.” Giddy with relief, she added, “Well, I suppose I was in a bit of a state, what with almost missing the flight… My brain felt as if it’d been whizzed up in a blender… Oh dear, sorry, that sounds a bit—”
“Red wine, please,” the man said to the blond flight attendant.
“Certainly, sir. And you, madam? Would you like something from the cart?”
It was free. Free wine! Why would anyone say no? Except Clemency had observed on plenty of occasions that some people, for mystifying reasons of their own, did sometimes say no.
Ha, not her, though. She said, “I’d like white wine, please. Oh…is it cold?” Because sometimes it wasn’t.
The flight attendant wrinkled her nose conspiratorially and said, “Not very, I’m afraid.”
“I’ll have red then.” Clemency smiled. “Nothing worse than lukewarm white wine.” The next moment, seeing that her traveling companion was about to put the buds back into his ears, she added, “I think I deserve a drink to celebrate not missing this plane!”
“There you go.” The attendant passed them their mini bottles and plastic glasses, along with two airline-size packets of cheese crackers.
“Lovely. Thank you.” Clemency filled her glass, raised it toward the man next to her, and said, “Cheers!”
“Cheers,” murmured the man before glancing back at his phone.
Sometimes persuading someone to make conversation when they didn’t want to became a kind of personal challenge. Before he could plug himself back into his music, Clemency said brightly, “Doesn’t it always feel brilliant, having a glass of wine on a plane?”
“It does.” He looked pointedly out the window.
“I wasn’t late getting to the airport, you know,” Clemency told him. “I had tons of time, which was why I spent ages in duty-free, and it wasn’t until I reached the checkout that I discovered I’d put my passport down somewhere, and for the life of me I couldn’t think where I’d left it. Oh God, that feeling, though.” She clenched her free hand and clutched it to her chest at the awful memory. “My heart was going like a train, I was trying to ask where it might have been handed in, and everyone in the line behind me was getting annoyed because all they wanted to do was pay for their duty-free…”
For the second time, Clemency’s voice trailed off, giving him the chance to join in and say, “So what happened next?” Instead, after an awkward silence that seemed to last longer than Wagner’s Ring cycle, he replied, “But you found it.”

“Yes. Yes, I did.” Clemency nodded and looked at the buds he was clearly longing to plug back into his ears. Carefully raising the tray in order to get out of her seat before lowering it again and resting her glass of wine on it, she said, “Excuse me,” and escaped down the aisle.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

After I Fall (Falling #3) by Jessica Scott

Kindle Edition, 216 pages
Expected publication: March 21st 2017 by Jessica Scott



Her entire life has been a lie. Being with Eli is the most honest thing she’s ever done. 

Parker Hauser lives the perfect life and knows exactly where she's been and where she's going. Parker has to be perfect. Perfect grades, perfect body, perfect life.
 

Until she meets Eli Winter.
 

Eli throws her entire life into chaos when he denies her the one thing she wants from him.
 

One chance encounter stokes her desire for the man who refused to touch her and left her questioning everything.
 

When Parker tries to help his new business, the spotlight turns on Eli's military record. And sins from the war he's tried to forget may come back to destroy them both.
 


My Thoughts…

Once again Jessica Scott takes on some tough, little talked about subjects and brings them into a story with the care and grace of a talented author.     Eli’s military history is kind of a secret.    He isn’t hiding it; he just does not discuss it.    Parker has grown up in a verbally abusive life with her father and now her fiancée.    Together they will save each other. 

The scenes with Parker and Eli are sexually charged.    They don’t even have to be touching each other for the attraction to be felt.   They circle each other with plenty of innuendos and teasing before it all comes to a head between them.    When they do come together, even in play, it is hot, steamy, smoking! 

After the Fall is so emotional.    It was not necessarily an easy read but it is an amazing read.    It is a story that once you finish it you will not ever forget it.    The storyline is amazing but the characters are even more.   They are real people with flaws, fears, and feelings.  

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Sexy Teaser 1:

She is on her knees in front of me. It is the most erotic thing I've ever seen in my life.
There is trust in that simple gesture. I cup her chin, stroking my thumb over her bottom lip. I can't look away. Her lips part, and I slide the tip in, just a little. Her mouth is soft and warm and wet. She closes around the edge of my thumb, sucking gently, so gently.
I ache in a way I haven't ached in forever. This touch, this complete surrender to the feelings of erotic, sensual caress.
There is nothing about this that will end well. We are from two very different worlds. And no matter how much I pretend to walk in hers, I'm only visiting. Trying to get funding to keep my business open. Trying to make a difference.
Trying to pretend that the things I do still matter.
But this afternoon, when she walked away, I couldn't let her go. I looked in her eyes and saw something there that called to me. That made me need to make her believe that she was touchable. That she was worth more than the people in her life had led her to believe.
And now she is on her knees in front of me. Waiting, unsure about what to do next. My brain may want her some other way, but my dick is perfectly happy to oblige her at the moment with just how she is.
I have lost control of this situation.
But then she reaches for my jeans, her palm sliding over my cock. She squeezes me, still sucking gently on my thumb. She traces the tip of her tongue over the edge as she pulls my belt open. Jesus, I'm a fucking goner.
The air is cool on my stomach as she pushes open my jeans. I can't move even if I wanted to. I need to see this through. I need to do this right.
But I can't fucking move. I can't blink. I don't want to forget a single moment of the erotic image of Parker on her knees in front of me.
She slides my erection out of my jeans, stroking me gently. Christ, I'm hard as fucking rock. It's everything I can do not to guide her lips to me. To urge her to put that beautiful mouth around the tip of my cock.
I thought I didn't want this? I fucking lied.
She drags her teeth over the edge of my thumb a moment before she releases me. I have nowhere to put my hands now.
I drop them by my sides. I am not in control here.
"Can I kiss you here?" she whispers, rubbing her thumb over the aching crown.
"Yes please." The words are strangled. A plea. She has me under her complete control.
I am completely still as she moves closer. Rubs her lips over the tip. A soft, gentle caress. I'm ready to fucking beg.
And then she opens, tracing her tongue over the edge before sucking me gently, so gently into her mouth.
It's heaven. Pure fucking heaven. Her touch is electric, like a thousand points of heat with every slide of her lips over my cock.
I close my eyes and fight the urge to move, to rock into her.
This…this is supposed to be for her but it's not. Because I am a selfish bastard who is just like a thousand other guys who won't turn down a beautiful woman on her knees.
I'm no saint.
But goddamn, Parker feels good. Touching me. Licking me. Sucking me. I am lost in her touch. Lost in the complete and total need to let her control this, let her take this wherever it will go. 
She sucks me a little harder. A groan escapes me. My balls tighten, and I can't fight the urge to rock into her. Just a little.
I reach for her then, urging her to let me go. To stand. And when she does, I pull her against me, harder than I probably should, and kiss her. I'm too far gone at the moment to do anything but kiss her. To drink from her. To take all of her inside me in that single gesture.
"I don't want to come like this,” I whisper, nibbling on the edge of her meal.
"How then?"
"How do you want me?" A serious question. She needs to know that she's controlling things here. She gets to say how far we go. If we even finish. "Because right now? I'd sell the fucking bar to get you to agree to let me do terrible, forbidden things to your body.”
"What are you waiting for?"
I smile and rock against her a little more. "Those five little words."
And then she is on my sofa, her upper body braced on her palms. I capture her face in my palms and kiss her gently, lowering her until she is supported. Slowly, sipping on her lips. Savoring the taste of her. "Can I touch you here?" I slide my fingers down over the length of one of her arms. She makes a noise. "Say yes," I whisper near her ear.
"Yes."
"Can I touch you here?" I trace my fingertips over the edge of her ribs, just along the swell of her breast.
Her response is a huff against my lips. I smile. "Say yes."
"Yes."
I brush the back of my knuckles over the tight edge of one nipple. A shiver runs through her.
"Can I touch you here?" A slip of my fingers against her inner thigh.
She makes a sound. A whimper. Maybe a plea.
"I need you to say yes." I manage to get the words out. Barely. They are somewhere between a whisper and growl. It takes everything I have to restrain myself but this…this isn't for me. "Please say yes."
I slip my finger a little closer, running it gently, barely there, over the seam of her body.
Waiting, intensely and painfully hard, for her response.  



She is the bestselling author of the Homefront series and the Falling series, both about soldiers and veterans adjusting to life after returning from the wars in Iraq & Afghanistan. Her bestselling Falling series features soldiers integrating into life on college campuses.

She's also written for the New York Times At War Blog, PBS Point of View Regarding War, and IAVA. She deployed to Iraq in 2009 as part of Operation Iraqi Freedom (OIF)/New Dawn and has had the honor of serving as a company commander at Fort Hood, Texas twice.

She's holds phd in morality in Sociology with Duke University and she's been featured as one of Esquire Magazine's Americans of the Year for 2012.
Jessica is also an active member of the Military Writers Guild.

Her debut novel 
Because of You launched the return of Random House's Loveswept digital imprint and launched the start of the ever popular contemporary military romance genre.