Naval Maneuvers by @deesknight is a Salute Military Event pick #eroticromance #military #giveaway



Title: Naval Maneuvers


Author: Dee S. Knight


Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance


Book Blurb:


Men and women of the armed forces experience lust and love pretty much like everyone else. Except, well, there is that uniform. And the hard-to-resist attraction of "duty, honor, service" as a man might apply them to a woman's pleasure. All things considered, romance among the military is a pretty sexy, compelling force for which you'd better be armed, whether weighing anchor and moving forward into desire, dropping anchor and staying put for passion, or setting a course for renewed love with anchor home. Explore the world of love and the military and see just how hot Naval Maneuvers can be.


Excerpt:


Carie made her way around the side of the building and nearly ran into Todd, who lounged against the weathered wood siding. He looked better than good in a pale blue polo shirt and jeans. Top-Sider boat shoes with no socks gave him that naturally casual look that no model could successfully carry out.


"I was hoping you'd come," he said.


"You were pretty obvious," she said dryly.


"I knew you were smart enough to catch the hint. I just didn't know if you'd follow it."


How could she not? The moment she noticed him she'd remembered the feel of his being deep inside her. But that didn't change a damn thing. They shouldn't be here, not together.


She held her head high and tried to look down her nose at him—nearly impossible since he was taller than she, but she had perfected the attitude long before meeting Todd Baxter. Senior Chief Todd Baxter. "I wanted to walk the beach while I was here, that's all." Todd grinned and Carie melted inside.


"Lucky for me, I wanted to walk the beach, too," he said. "Quite a coincidence, huh?"


She snorted in disbelief and slipped off her sandals. Brushing by him, she was glad he didn't try to kiss her or hold her. But then she frowned. Why didn't he try to kiss her? She'd wanted to jump his bones right there in that Norfolk hallway. They had to maintain propriety then, but here, no one would see them. What held him back? She knew an unfamiliar sense of self-doubt. Had she mistaken his feelings before?


Nonsense. Carie knew what they'd had was more than mere lust. It had been lust of stupendous proportions, far beyond a few days of burning out. Then what held him back? Knowing the military regulations preventing officers and enlisted personnel from having a relationship, you idiot.


Damn. She finally found someone she clicked with, and he had to be an enlisted man in the Navy.


The sand felt good between her toes, cool and squishy. Gulls screeched overhead and on the sand, where they snatched up sand crabs and poked around for scraps sunbathers might have left. Surf pounded to the shore and then surged forward, the sharp white of its foam sharp against the dark, wet sand before the water was absorbed. The sun beat down, making her wish she'd worn her bathing suit under her jeans and tank top so she could take a quick dip, and remembered to bring a floppy hat to shield her face.


Suddenly, something was plopped on her head. She dragged it off to look at it. SFC Baxter was stamped on the inside of a white sailor hat, brim folded down.


"I kept it for sentimental purposes when I made chief," Todd said. When she raised her brows, he continued. "I brought it in case you came without a cover. I remember you were sensitive to the sun when we went to pick up your clothes." He smiled. "And I know you're quick to freckle. Not that I don't like your freckles a great deal. Ma'am."


She cringed at his use of "Ma'am," though it was the proper term for him to use when a superior officer was a woman. But she smiled inside that he'd remembered such a small thing like the sensitivity to the sun suffered by all redheads. Chagrined, she put the hat on and pulled it forward, shielding her eyes from the sun.


"After all that time in North Carolina, how in hell did we never mention what we did for a living?" She couldn’t believe her stupidity. Martha had nothing on her for not asking the right questions.


"In Carolina we had lots of other things on our minds. I knew you’re a lawyer. When I thought of you, I never wondered how you spent your time at work. I just thought of how you spent your time with me."


"That’s pretty shallow."


Todd laughed. "Not to a man."


Stupid answer. But it had been his very maleness that captivated her. Well, and orgasms. Who’s shallow now?


"Look," he said, his hand out in a request for understanding. "It isn’t as though I didn't want to get to know you better. I did. I do. But when we’re together I can't keep my hands off you. I can't stop thinking how I want to touch you, kiss you, do other things to–"


"When were you going to tell me you were in the Navy?" she asked.


He sighed loud enough that she heard it over the sound of the waves. "I don't know. I guess when we slowed down enough to talk. There wasn't much time."


There hadn't been. In Asheville, if they hadn't been eating or sleeping, they busy in other ways. And there hadn't been much eating or sleeping going on.


"I think they should put a plaque on the outside of that room for the fewest number of times the occupants left in four days. I couldn't get enough of you." Carrying his shoes in his left hand, he stuck his right hand in his pocket and strolled along beside her, barefoot. "I still can't."


"You didn't exactly write and tell me that."


He shrugged. "I didn't want to assume too much, not knowing if you wanted me again as much as I wanted you. Call me shy." He grinned, and she burst into laughter. "Besides," he continued, "you're the one who left saying, 'It's been fun.'"


She dipped her head, acknowledging the fact. "And you agreed."


"Carie, I was scared."


He sounded sincere, but really? He stopped and stared out across the breakers. She stared along with him, wondering what he saw out there. "I'm pretty set in my ways," he said, and she had to strain to hear him, he spoke so low. "I'll be honest, I haven't been a monk, but sex with you was different. You made me think of things I'd never considered before."


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What makes your featured book a must-read?


Three novellas, all connected loosely and having to do with the Navy. As a Navy brat myself, I have an affinity for those men and women who serve and I hope those feelings come through in my work.


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Author Biography:


A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.


After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for ménage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website. And all three offer some of the best romance you can find! Also, once a month, look for Dee’s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity.


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