FORGED IN FIRE – On sale December 3, 2015
About the book –
Pediatrician Dara McKinley loves her job. So how could she say no when her sister asks her to come to Kabul for a few weeks to offer medical assistance at a local orphanage? Terrified of the dangers surrounding her, Dara finds unexpected solace in the protective arms of Sergeant Matt Culver. Transfixed by the warrior with the exotic gold eyes, can Dara overcome her fears?
Matt, a Delta Force operator, has always listened to his instincts, and they have yet to steer him wrong. So when he sees the alluring blond belly dancer at Bagram’s annual holiday show, he knows without a doubt that she’s “the one.” Now he just has to convince her to take a chance on him…and love. If they survive…
Dara leaned forward, seeking and finding his lips. “You’ve eased my worry. Thank you . . . Come to bed with me? Hold me? Let me fall asleep in your arms?”
Matt wanted nothing more and gently eased her across his lap, her arms curling around his shoulders. “Hang on,” he told her, lifting her up and carrying her through the warm apartment. Matt heard her sigh and utterly relax in his grasp. Dara rested her head on his shoulder, brow against his jaw.
“I can’t believe how handsome you really are without that beard. Who knew?”
Matt smiled. “I was a little concerned you might not like my mug once you saw it.” He toed open the door, revealing a huge king-sized bed with a blue quilt with a Texas lone star across it. More cowboy and ranch décor from her ranch world. These things meant something emotionally comforting to Dara, signifying happy memories, he hoped. The dresser was dark oak and at least a hundred years old, with old brass handles on each drawer. There was a modern-day hurricane lamp with a small light in it. A handmade brown, white, and black braided rug, oval in shape, sat beneath the bed and part of the room. The floors were old, dark blond oak as well. There were frilly white curtains with a thick barrier of dark blue behind them to keep the light out at night.
“You look like a male model, Matt.”
He deposited her gently on the bed, going to close the door. “Model? I’ve been called a lot of things, but never that.” He grinned. “Maybe you’re a tad prejudiced?”
She shrugged out of her pink robe, revealing a silky pink long-sleeved gown. “First and foremost, you’re a warrior,” she said. Pulling the robe away, she hung it over a nearby chair. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she added, “A very, very good-looking warrior. And no, I’m not prejudiced. Just honest.”
Matt crouched down, his hands resting lightly on her lower thighs, the cool of the silk beneath his fingers. He peered at the now-healed cut across her knee.
“How’s this doing?” He lightly grazed it, pleased with the stitches he’d sewn across it.
“Fine,” she said, sliding her fingers through his short hair, watching the play of gold and brown as she sifted through the strands. “Completely healed, thanks to you.”
Matt leaned into her palm, his hands tightening fractionally against her curved thighs. “Been keeping up with your belly dancing?”
“Absolutely. It’s the way I take off the stress that accumulates by the ton at the hospital. If I couldn’t dance, I don’t know what I’d do.”
“Well,” he murmured, easing to his feet and unbuckling his belt, “how about if I hold you while you sleep?” Because he was clear about his love for Dara. It felt as if they were picking up after seeing one another just yesterday. Only it had been two miserably lonely weeks without her.
Her hair glinted like gleaming liquid gold in the lamplight, the shadows gently showing off her high cheekbones and the velvet of skin he wanted to taste, lick, kiss, and nip—not necessarily in that order. She was to be eaten, relished, worshipped, and thoroughly and completely loved. Matt knew he could do all of that for her.
“You know, sex is a great stress reliever, too,” he said, trying not to smile as he pulled off his shirt and placed it on a nearby chair. He wore a white T-shirt beneath it, which he pulled up and over his head. Dara’s eyes changed, her lips parting as her gaze moved approvingly across his chest and shoulders. Yes, she liked what she saw. So did he. They were probably not going to get much sleep tonight . . .
About the author –
Lindsay McKenna lives her life as a risk taker, and it shines through the books she loves to write: romance, adventure and suspense. She started writing at age thirteen and continues to hone her writing skills to this day. She sold her first romance novel in 1981. The rest is history.
Because she went into the military, this experience became the backbone of her writing—she is credited with writing the first military romance novel (Captive of Fate, 1983, Silhouette Special Edition) and has created a thriving sub-genre within the romance field! As a New York Times Best Selling author, she has sold 23 million books and in 32 foreign languages in her career thus far. Her many experiences in the U.S. Navy are backdrop for her understanding of the military in general, and also her very successful Morgan’s Mercenaries, which is an ongoing series in Silhouette to this day! Forty-five books strong!
Lindsay has gone Indie in 2015 and has created a new family saga on par with Morgan’s Mercenaries It is known as the DELOS SERIES. There will be paperback and eBooks created under Blue Turtle Publishing, her company for her fans. Readers who love Morgan and his family are bound to fall in love with the Culver family. Delos is romantic suspense, which Lindsay is well known for. It took her five years to create and bring DELOS to her readers. It was worth the wait, but we’ll let you decide that.
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