"Like a cup of hot chocolate, Honor Bound is warm, sweet, and spicy.-Mary Margret Daughtridge, Bestselling Author of SEALed Forever " -
"The lead characters have depth and dimension that readers will find relatable." -
RT Book Reviews"Fun to read... entertaining, thanks to Murray's insights into the attraction of opposites." -
Booklist"I just loved this book – I loved watching Tim and Skye's journey together, how they learn that marriage is about compromise and learning about each other, but also not loosing who you are on the inside for another person." -
A Bluestocking's Place"A fun and spunky romance... anyone who enjoys a great romantic comedy with some hot bedroom action will definitely enjoy this one. Especially those who like a man in uniform ;)" -
Minding Spot"The
Officer Says "I Do" is the first book in the Semper Fi series. This is a sweet love story about fate and finding your own happiness." -
Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews"I really liked the plot, the characters and the pace of the story! I could relate in one way or another to each of the main and supporting characters." -
Reading Between the Wines"Both characters were great with and without the other. Skye really won me over with her interaction with Tim's best friend Jeremy. All the characters in this novel are very real and believable." -
Book Obsessed"You can feel and see the attraction between them (complete opposites of each other) and know there is something more than just sexual attraction. 4/5" -
Paranormal and Romantic Suspense Reviews"I highly recommend this book. I enjoyed it from start to finish. It's happy-ending-in-reverse made for a fabulously interesting read! Thank you, Ms. Murray, for a fantastic story! I cannot WAIT for the other two books in this trilogy!" -
Darhk Portal"If you like military men, you will love Tim and his crew. If you like quirky love interests, you will love Skye. If you like the love stories where they have to work at their relationship, you will love "The Officer Says I Do"." -
Urban Girl Reader"These two are the typical opposites attract, but perhaps that is what makes the romance sweet." -
Nocturne Romance Reads"The
Officer Says "I Do" is a cleverly written novel with a unique but realistic storyline and delightfully developed characters." -
Book Reviews and More by Kathy"Issues of patriotism, commitment, capitalism, abstinence, abuse of power, and conformity entwine with eroticism and romance for an exciting read." -
Publishers Weekly"If well-written, like Jeanette Murray's The
Officer Says "I Do", such a romance proves the power of love, and makes for a fun read." -
All About Romance"This book was one of the best that I have ever read. The author definitely knew what she was doing when she wrote this book. Reviewer Top Pick, 5/5 Stars" -
Night Owl Reviews"This one is totally hilarious, with a loving twist of opposites who do attract in the weirdest fashions." -
Book Loons"I can't get enough of stories that make me proud of our service men and women. If you crave a genuinely sweet and altogether spicy romance with a military flavor, you NEED to pick up a copy of The Officer Says I Do. The clever dialogue will tickle your funny bone while the characters, the chemistry and sensual love story will have you begging for more. An easy recommend and a new favorite writer for me." -
The Long And Short Of It"THE OFFICER SAYS I DO is a ridiculously fun novel with fabulous characters that will you leave you smiling and writing that will leave you wanting more. It's all a girl could want and then some!" -
The Romance Reviews"The
Officer Says "I Do" was the 1st novel I read by Jeanette Murray and I loved it! Great characters, smooth writing, sensual love scenes and heartwarming romance, the whole package was wonderful! I can't wait to read more of this series and revisit all the secondary characters!" -
Book Lovers Inc"This is the first book in Jeannette Murray's Semper Fi series and I must say that I am eagerly awaiting the next installment." -
Royal Reviews"I will definitely be reading more of Jeanette Murray's books. I really loved her writing style. It was very engaging and moved the plot along nicely. I can't wait for the next book." -
Books Like Breathing"Definitely a great first book in wonderful new series by Jeanette Murray!" -
The Brunette Librarian"It will keep you turning the page until the end to see if there really is a thing called Fate. If you like your males alpha and military and your females sassy then this is the book for you." -
Magical Musings"I'm looking forward to book 2, and seeing what's in store for Jeremy and Madison." -
Happily Ever After"I thoroughly enjoyed The
Officer Says "I Do". " -
Reader, I Created Him"This was an enjoyable read." -
Book Binge"The difference in Skye and Tim's upbringing made for more than a few misunderstandings, which added to the overall conflict of the story. Throw in some steamy bedroom scenes and some side characters who are fighting their own attractions, and you've got an entertaining summer read." -
Parajunkee"A fun read that will have you itching for the next one " -
Cocktails and Books "The book was simply brilliant." -
Romancing the Book"I can't wait to read the next in the series." -
Red Heads Review it Better"The
Officer Says "I Do" is a sweet and romantic story about a boy and a girl who meet and marry, then fall in love. Not quite the usual way things happen, but who's complaining?" -
Drey's Library"I could not put this book down. I read it in a day because I just wanted to see what was going to happen next." -
My Secret Romance Reviews "This is shaping up to be an absolutely fabulous series. Bravo, Jeanette!! " -
Smitten with Reading
Chapter 1
Timothy O'Shay was positive of one thing.
He would be dragging his friends' drunken asses out of a ditch before morning if things progressed the same way the rest of the night.
"Twenty!" Dwayne crooned next to him. Whenever D drank, his southern accent only became thicker until it was all twang. If someone wasn't careful, they could easily take Dwayne for an idiot. Big mistake.
"Twenty-one. Sorry, sir," the blackjack dealer said in a monotone voice before sweeping a crestfallen Dwayne's chips away.
Somewhere else in the casino, a siren alerted to a slot machine winner. The sound seemed to rub the loss in Dwayne's face as he scowled more.
"You're going to lose everything you have on the last night in Vegas," Jeremy warned. Not drunk, but plenty buzzed, he seemed to be slowly working his way toward the hammered side of life.
Since Tim had zero intention of using his last night of pre-deployment leave on babysitting their drunk asses-again-he shoved Dwayne until he tumbled out of the chair. "Grab some food to soak up the keg in your stomach. I'm not hauling you around by your shirt collar for what's left of leave."
Tim loved his friends like brothers. Meeting them in The Basic School was the best thing that had happened to him, to all of them. But often their fondness for free-for-all fun led to more problems than good times. Tim's tendency toward moderation and keeping a cool head kept them out of hot water more than once.
"Tim, let me borrow a few more bucks."
"And watch you lose my cash as fast as you lost yours? Hell no." Tim made another modest bet and watched as he broke even with the dealer. Unlike Dwayne and Jeremy, Tim was about to leave Vegas with the exact amount of cash he entered it with. Moderate play and moderate drinking ensured he never played too deep.
Moderate. The story of his life. Hard to shake the "play it safe" feeling when your entire life in the Marines consisted of just that. But then again, if he wasn't willing to play nanny to the two boobs he came with, they'd all be knee-deep in shit.
"Bet your own cash, then. It's our last night," Jeremy reminded him as he doubled down on his next hand.
"I am betting my money, Jer. And I'm doing just fine without a drunken Statler and Waldorf in my ear."
"Statler and who?" Dwayne asked.
"The Muppet hecklers, you idiot," Jeremy shot back.
"Both of you knock it off," Tim started. "I'm not going to-" He cut off, turning his head to follow a woman who passed behind the table, headed toward the slots. She was tall, her head high, and she floated more than walked. A thick mass of chestnut curls rioted down her back, almost covering her bare shoulders.
"Tim. Earth to Timmy." Jeremy waved a hand in front of his face.
Tim slapped it away and snapped, "What?"
"You're daydreaming and the dealer's waiting."
"Oh, sure. Right." Trying to find the brunette again, he shoved some chips out in front without counting. Jeremy whistled and Dwayne muttered a curse, but he didn't take his eyes away from the hunt. She must have slipped down an aisle of slots.
And why did he care? One woman, one night. In the end it amounted to nothing.
"Congratulations, sir."
"Holy shit," Jeremy breathed next to him.
Dwayne slapped his shoulder. "That was some playing, bro."
Huh? Tim looked down and saw that instead of his normal modest bets, he'd shoved almost three hundred dollars in for the hand. And won.
Holy shit indeed. He could have lost three hundred dollars and never even realized it. A cocktail waitress bent over to hand Dwayne the whiskey he'd ordered. Tim grabbed the glass first and tossed the drink back. The burn down his throat only ignited the adrenaline that was blazing low in his gut.
One shot wouldn't kill him. He wouldn't lose control from one shot.
"Do it again," Dwayne encouraged. His friend was starting to sound less sloppy, more like his normal good ole country boy self.
"Are you crazy?" Tim asked. "I could have lost that entire thing!" And why, when the thought should have been a cold wake-up call, did the fear thrill him, just a little?
"That's why it's called gambling," Jeremy pointed out. "Don't be a pussy. Do it again."
"You two are nuts."
Jeremy grabbed his wrist in a tight grip. "If you lose, I'll pay you back every penny," he muttered in a low voice.
"What the hell has gotten into you?" Tim started to scrape his chips into the palm of his hand. Maybe he could catch up with the hot brunette before she got too far away. Playing all or nothing wasn't his style. Never had been. Measured risks made him a good officer and kept his ass out of trouble.
"Place your bets, gentlemen," the dealer intoned over the clang of another winning alarm bell somewhere in the slots section. Where his anonymous woman had disappeared to. Where he was heading.
"You have spent the entire trip playing nanny. And don't pretend you haven't."
"Someone has to," Tim grumbled. And yeah, it grated just a little that even if he wanted to have fun, it wouldn't be possible. Not with his two friends always being the first to sign up for Party Mascot.
"And we love you for it. But it just occurred to me that while you're babysitting, you're not having as much fun." Jeremy took the glass of Jack and Coke and pushed it in front. When Tim stared at him, he motioned to the glass. Tim took a sip, then a gulp.
"Place your bets." The request was more forceful.
"Hold on," Jeremy shot back, then faced Tim. "Do this. You're my best friend. You need to live. For one fucking night, stop thinking about what can go wrong. We have seven months in Afghanistan to worry about that. Have fun and let go. Don't be a pussy; just go for it."
Let go. It sounded like heaven. And really, if Jeremy was going to pay him back, was it really that much of a risk? For one night, he could act a fool like his friends normally did and worry about the consequences later.
He took all of one second to debate. He stole Dwayne's shot of tequila, ignoring Dwayne's protests, and tossed it back, adding to the burn of whiskey. Then he shoved his pile of chips forward.
"All in."
***
"Do you hear that?"
Skye McDermott turned to her best friend, Tasha, and asked, "What?"
"That noise. Coming from the tables. Sounds like someone's going to win big," her friend replied.
Skye checked her watch and tried to remember what time the show started. "That happens. It's a casino, after all," she pointed out.
"Do you wanna go watch?" Jessie asked.
Skye watched as she came up broke on the slot and swiveled on the stool. "This is girls' night out. Do you really want to spend it watching some fat, balding CPA have a lucky streak at cards while he pinches the waitresses' butts?"
"Girls' night out. As in the three of us. And two want to go. GNO is a democracy," Tasha said with a smile. "Come on. If it's boring we'll come back."
Skye heaved a sigh but followed in their wake, winding through the rows of slot machines. Just go with the flow. There was likely a reason her friends were so insistent, even if they'd never find out. Fate was weird that way, and like an experienced cardsharp, she didn't always show her hand.
Pulling her hair off her neck for a moment, she gave another sigh-this one of pleasure-as the cool casino air hit her hot skin. The curse of thick curls. She debated pulling it up in a ponytail but didn't bother. She pulled a few strands loose that were caught in her large hoop earrings.
"Can someone remind me why we didn't go elsewhere for our GNO anyway?" Jessie asked. "How much of a night out is it if we hang where we work?"
"We work at Cloud Nine, the restaurant. Just because it's inside the casino doesn't mean we work here on the floor," Skye reminded her. "And it's good to show support for our employer."
"Spoken like a true manager," Tasha teased, then stopped short. With a wide grin splitting her beautiful face, she pointed. "Now tell me. Does that look like a balding CPA?"
Skye glanced around her and saw the blackjack table causing the commotion. A crowd had formed in a semi-circle, completely enamored with the action. And no wonder.
Three men sat at the table meant for eight, but only one was actually playing the game. The one on the left was the largest of the three, his height evident even though they were sitting down. His grin was a bit loopy, as if he was fighting off a good drunk. The one on the right was smaller for sure, more lean than large. He was concentrating hard on the dealer's hands, as if memorizing every move. His body almost quivered with anticipation with each card pulled.
But the man in the middle grabbed her attention and held on tight. Military short, light brown hair, eyes that took in everything, and a mouth that she could watch for hours. He wasn't handsome in an obvious way. And nobody would dare call him pretty. But he was tempting all the same. He looked... relaxed. One arm draped over the back of the tallest one's chair, the other rested on his thigh. No tense energy, no anxiety, as if it was no big deal that he'd just laid down a two-hundred-dollar bet on a ten-dollar table. And he played with reckless abandon. No rhyme or reason. No pattern.
He lost a hand, and his smile quirked to one side as if to say, Can't win 'em all. When he won, he grinned like there was no point in playing it cool. He didn't play to the small crowd. In fact, the whooping, cheering horde of people behind him ceased to exist in his world. He was simply having fun for fun's sake. The lack of a plan, the absolute abandon that he played with was more attractive than his pile of chips. His easy laughter was infectious, and she found herself smiling along.
"The guy has absolutely no method to the madness," Jessie said in a murmur. Of the three women, she would be the one to know. Jessie was obsessed with poker and all things related. Skye didn't ...
