Friday, November 9, 2012

Men & Women of the Military Giveaway Hop

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Welcome to the Men & Women of the Military Giveaway Hop! This fantastic hop is hosted by my blogging friend The Jeep Diva and runs from 12:00 AM on November 9th through 11:59 PM on November 15th.

In the spirit and celebration of Veteran's Day, this hop is dedicated to the military heroes and heroines in our favorite books. Who doesn't love a man in uniform and a woman who kicks major butt?! Join us in celebrating our beloved military book heroes and heroines and feel free to share some of your own!
 
I have to admit I had a hard time deciding which book I'd showcase as my giveaway for this hop, they're so many great sexy heroes and heroines to choose from but I hope you enjoy my pick, it's the latest book in Lori Foster's Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor series, A Perfect Storm. Ms. Foster's heroes are smart, sexy, dangerous and romantic, I can't get enough of them and guarantee you'll fall in love with them just like I have. Enticed? Keep reading for an excerpt and don't worry, this might be book #4 in the series but every book can be read as a stand alone.

You can check out my review of book one, When You Dare here.

An Excerpt from A Perfect Storm

Spencer stood with his hands braced on the porcelain sink, his head hanging, his muscles twitchy.

What the hell?

Sure, he knew Arizona Storm was a reckless, impetuous, headstrong girl. He’d figured that out in the first few seconds of her acquaintance.

But breaking and entering?

Why the hell had she sat there watching him sleep?

He felt… violated. Angry.

He felt extreme pity. For her.

Damn, but he didn’t want her, not in his house, not in his head. He could control the first.

Hadn’t had much luck controlling the second.

Not trusting her to respect his privacy, knowing damn good and well she would snoop without remorse, he gave up the idea of a shower and shave and instead rushed through brushing his teeth, splashing his face and finger combing his hair.

Since she wasn’t in his bedroom anymore, he took the time to pull on his jeans, but rather than mess with the holster, he just stuck the gun in his waistband. He grabbed up his knife, opened it, closed it again and slid it into his pocket.

Barefoot and shirtless, he went in search of Arizona – and he had to admit, anticipation chased away the cobwebs of old memories and lack of sleep.

Seeing her slumped in a kitchen chair, arms crossed, one foot hooked behind a chair leg, jolted his senses even more.

God Almighty, she was a beauty.

Slim, long-legged and generously stacked, with a face like a wet dream, Arizona would turn heads wherever she went. Dark wavy hair hung down her back, usually in disarray. Honey-colored skin seemed in direct contrast with light blue, heavily lashed eyes.

A full mouth, a strong chin, high cheekbones…

He wondered at the mixed heritage that had produced such a dream.

As he stood unnoticed in the doorway, she chewed at a thumbnail. Arizona didn’t wear make-up, or polish her nails, or do much of anything to enhance her looks – and she didn’t need to. She could wear burlap and men would burn for her.

“Nervous?”

She went still before affecting a bored expression and swiveling her head to face him. “Do you always sleep till noon?”

“When I’ve been up all night, yes.” He made a beeline for the coffee pot, but didn’t thank her for making it. After all, she’d come in uninvited. “You want a cup?”

“If you have sugar and milk.”

“Creamer.” He poured two cups and set them on the table, then got the creamer from the fridge. The sugar bowl sat in the middle of the table, framed by salt and pepper shakers.

Like many of the things in his kitchen, they resembled cows in one way or another.

His wife had bought the novelty items years ago.

While blowing on the hot coffee, Spencer ruthlessly squashed bad memories. Arizona loaded her coffee with two heaping spoonfuls of sugar and a liberal splash of the cream.

He watched her lush mouth as she sipped, sipped again.

Shaking himself, he took a drink, and nearly choked. Strong enough to peel the lining from his throat, it was the worst coffee he’d ever tasted. Arizona didn’t seem to notice though, so he manned up and drank without complaint.

The overdose of caffeine would do him good.

Silence dragged out while they each gave attention to their coffee. He wouldn’t be the first to break.

Finally she eyed him. “How come you were out late? Carousing?”

Actually, he’d needed to expend some energy for reasons he wouldn’t yet examine too closely.

Shrugging, he said, “I hit up a bar, found a little trouble.” He looked at her. “You know how it is, right?”

To his disgruntlement, she nodded. “Yeah, I did the same. But I fared better than you.” Her mouth quirked in a small grin and she winked. “No black eye.”

Had she really been in a bar? Looking for trouble?

Again?

He didn’t need to defend himself, not to her, but still he said, “You should see the other three guys.”

“Yeah? Only three?” Tsking, she let her gaze drift over him. “Any other bruises?”

“No.”

She propped her chin on a fist. “One lucky punch, huh?”

Did she have to appear so amused by idiotic drinking and brawling? “Something like that.” Actually it was a thrown chair that had caught him, but whatever. He wouldn’t encourage her with details. “So tell me, little girl. What were you doing in a bar?”

She looked away. With one finger, she traced along the top of her coffee cup. “Sometimes,” she said low, her voice almost whimsical, “I just need a distraction.”

His chest tightened. He waited to see if she’d elaborate, if she’d share details of her tragic background spent with human traffickers. She had a need to even the score with people already dead, the monsters who’d hurt her badly.

Suddenly she leaned forward. “Can you keep a secret?”

Damn, he didn’t want to play these games. “Depends.”

She scowled. “On what?”

“On whether or not keeping it is in your best interest.”

Sitting back in irritation, she demanded, “Why does that concern you?”

He countered with, “Why do you want to tell me?”

For long moments they stared at each other, and then she broke. “Fuck it. I don’t. Not anymore.”

After downing the rest of her coffee, she scraped back her chair. “I’m outta here.”

Spencer caught her wrist. And of course, that got her going.

Quick temper and a boulder-sized chip on her shoulder had her swinging a fist. He dodged it, but she kicked and caught him in the shin. Luckily she didn’t wear shoes, so it didn’t hurt.

Much.

In the ensuing scuffle, his coffee cup hit the floor and broke.

Given they were both barefoot, he did the expedient thing and tossed her over his shoulder. Clamping a hand over her thighs, he warned, “Bite me, and I swear to God, you won’t like the consequences.”

Rather than struggle, she braced her elbows on his back. “You’ve threatened me before.”

“Because you’ve attacked me before.” Stepping over and around the mess on his floor, he went into the hallway, then figured, what the hell, and went on into the living room.

He dumped her on the couch.

She bounded right back off again.

Another scuffle, and damn it, it was too early and he was too tired to put up with it.

“Arizona!” He locked her in close in a now familiar hold – at least with her – keeping her back to his chest, her arms pinned down. He squeezed her tight enough to steal her breath. “Knock it off already, will you?”

Her head dropped back against his chest so she could glare at him. He waited, refusing to relent, driven by… God knew what.

She gave one sharp nod.

Spencer opened his arms, but quickly stepped out of her reach. “Okay?”

“Screw you.”

So much animosity, so much rage at the world. She’d never admit it, but Arizona needed a friend, a confidante, and if it put him through hell, well, so what? He’d been in hell for awhile now. “You came to me, remember?”

“And now I’m trying to leave!”

His head pounded. If she walked out now, he’d spend the rest of the day worrying about her.

Or following her.

He worked his jaw, then said, “I’ll keep your secret. What is it?”

“Oh, aren’t you the generous one?”

He sighed. “The sneer is unappealing. Just tell me what it is.”

The narrowing of her eyes emphasized the pale, bright blue color and the thickness of her long, inky lashes. She drew two deep breaths, making it tough for him to keep his attention off her chest.

“It’s my birthday.”

Huh. Of all the things he’d imagined, that wasn’t one of them.

It wasn’t even one of the top fifty.

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Giveaway provided by Romancing the Darkside

Giveaway Details:
  • Must be 18 years and older
  • Must be a follower via GFC or Linky Followers
  • Open Internationally to anywhere The Book Depository ships

Copy of A Perfect Storm by Lori Foster


About the book...
  
He never saw her coming…

Spencer Lark already knows too many secrets about Arizona Storm, including the nightmare she survived and her resulting trust issues. But in order to expose a smuggling ring—and continue avenging his own tragic past—the bounty hunter reluctantly agrees to make Arizona a decoy. Yet nothing has equipped him for her hypnotic blend of fragility and bravery, or for the protective instincts she stirs in him.

Arizona wants to reclaim her life, which means acting as bait to lure the enemy into a trap. Sure it's dangerous, especially with a partner as distractingly appealing as Spencer. But as their plan—and their chemistry—shifts into high gear, Arizona may discover there's an even greater risk in surrendering her heart to a hero….

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29 comments:

  1. the marine uniform

    thank you a lot for the giveaway

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  2. Definitely Army uniform!!! HOTNESS!!! ;-)

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  3. Coast Guard..my hubby~!
    Yvette
    yratpatrol@aol.com

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  4. Any Military uniform is pretty hot on those soldiers. I especially love Monica McCarty's Highland Guard soldiers in their kilts. :)
    Carol L
    Lucky4750 (at) aol (dot) com

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  5. Thanks for the fantastic giveaway! Can I say any and all :)

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  6. I love all the uniforms. I will go with the airforce. Tore923@aol.com

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  7. Navy! love the white I think Lori's cover is one of the hottest out there! thanks :) sstogner1 at gmail dot com

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  8. Navy formal dress

    Beckey
    BeckeyWhiteATgmailDOTcom

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  9. Oh that is a difficult one! I would think any uniform that a man wears well ;)

    Kassandra
    sionedkla@gmail.com

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  10. I will say Military can't pick one! Thank you for the great giveaway!

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  11. Marines

    Wolphcall(at)bellsouth(dot)net

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  12. The USMC dress blues. My husband is a Marine and just seeing someone so badass dressed so formal is enough to light anyones fire :)

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  13. The Marine uniform is super hot. :)

    smurfettev AT gmail DOT com

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  14. Have not seen a uniform that I have not liked. Any man looks good in uniform, all to do with what it represents of course. annpa@gmail.com

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  15. I'm not really partial because they all have things about them I like. I'll go with Navy though to support my dad.

    Thanks for the giveaway opportunity.

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  16. I agree with alot of ladies here....Marines! :) Thanks for the giveaway. DaMaris

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  17. Army, Firemen....birthday suit

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  18. I'd pick Marines.

    mythic021@gmail.com

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  19. A Navy Seals uniform! Thanks for the chance to win a great book!

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  20. I'm not sure, but there is something about a firefighter...

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