Title: Stitched Up Heart
Series: Combat Hearts #1
Author: Tarina Deaton
Genre: Military Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 18th
Synopsis
As an Air Force medic, Bree Marks saw the worst the War on Terror had to dish out. Now a physical therapist, she uses her experience to help other veterans heal from their physical wounds; while she battles her own emotional damage.
Blaming himself for his best friend’s suicide, former Army Ranger Jase Larken, retreated from life. To honor his best friend’s memory and assuage his guilt, he started an outdoor adventure company to help veterans with PTSD.
Bree had better things to do than catch her cheating fiancé in bed with another woman. Jase is something better - for a night at least. For the first time in years, Jase wanted more. When he finds her again, he doesn’t give her another chance to run.
Jase’s possessiveness grates on Bree’s independent nature. She’s dealt with her fair share of alpha-male, door kickers and doesn’t need one telling her what to do now. But as a new danger emerges, Bree and Jase must face their pasts, before someone's obsession with Bree destroys any chance they have of a future.
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Excerpt
“Was last week a rebound?” he asked.
“No.” She felt Jase release a breath as if he had been holding it, waiting for her answer. “I had no intention of hooking up with anyone on Friday. I just didn’t want to sit around my house drinking and whining about what an asshat Chad was. I can’t even remember the last time I had a one-night stand.”
“Then why’d you leave? You didn’t even give it a chance.”
“You don’t exactly seem like the kind of guy who’s lacking for female companionship. I didn’t want it to be awkward with you pretending like you’d call and me pretending like I believed you were going to. It was just easier to leave and not deal with the whole thing.”
“I haven’t been a monk.” He wrapped his other arm around her, shifting them so they were face to face. “But I haven’t taken a girl home with me in longer than I can remember. I woke up with your perfume in my nose and the taste of you in my mouth,” he said as he ran his nose up the side of Bree’s neck. “I was pissed when I woke up and you were gone.”
He moved a hand under the hem of her shirt. The warm night air caressed her stomach as he exposed her skin on his slow path up to her breasts.
Bree’s breath caught in her throat. His words, combined with his touch, fueled the slow burn of her desire.
“I want another taste, Bree.” Jase’s tongue traced her bottom lip before taking advantage of Bree’s gasp, diving in and tangling his tongue with hers. His hand traveled back down her side, over her hip, and grabbed her thigh. He pulled her leg over his waist, nestling his rigid length against her core. With no one to interrupt them, their hands roamed freely, lifting shirts, unbuttoning buttons, and skimming goose-pimpled flesh.
Jase tried to roll Bree under him, forgetting they were in a hammock, and nearly toppled them out of it. He put an arm out to break their fall, but his momentum propelled him out of the hammock and onto the wooden deck of the porch.
Wide-eyed, Bree stared down at Jase. “Are you okay?”
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About The Author
Tarina has spent the last 21-plus years in the Air Force trying to figure out what she wants to be when she grows up. Currently stationed in Washington DC, she will soon be packing up her twin heathens (i.e. 4-year-olds) and moving to the Middle East for a 2-year assignment. As a single mom, her favorite pastimes include repeating the word 'no', the phrase 'not right now', and napping. Oh, and writing in her "spare" time.
Having never lived in one place for more than four years, her roots aren't deep, but the friendships she's formed over the years are.
Verbal contact is not recommended before her first cup of coffee in the morning, but feel free to stalk her: Facebook, FB Author Page, Twitter, Email. Sign up for her newsletter to receive all the latest news, sneak peaks, and find out how she's coping in the hot, hot desert.
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