This collection presents seven must-listen military romance stories!

"Her Soldier Boy"

"The Lieutenants Musician"

"Saving Sarah"

"Into the Crossfire"

"In the Place We Both Love"

"Uniformed Love Triangle"

"The Colonel's Baby"

Happy ever after ending in every story. No cliffhangers!

"They're baaaaccck," Tracy sing-songed as she passed by where I was trying to study.

I didn't look up. "Who?"

"Them." She gestured with her chin.

I finally looked up to see the small group of Marines coming into the restaurant where I worked part-time. I snorted and looked back down at my book. "I guess they can come in if they want to," I said, turning a page. "This is a restaurant and they have to eat."

"And flirt with everything in a skirt." She paused, looking over at me. "Aren't you going over there? They are sitting down in your section."

Damn, she was right. I closed my book. So much for studying. I grabbed the menus and headed over to the table where the men sat, talking. As I approached, I took a moment to check them out. They were military judging by their short buzzed haircuts. There was a base nearby and a lot of the personnel came in for lunch or dinner with their families or friends. Between them and the locals, this place stayed pretty busy.

"Good evening, gentlemen," I said as I placed a menu in front of each man.

They looked up, smiling and nodding in greeting.

"What would you like to drink?"

One of the men, a handsome blond with clear blue eyes, looked up at me. "You," he answered, giving me a wink. The other men laughed at his joke. I gave him a smile.

"You're funny," I answered.

He leaned back in the...

“There's that guy again, Regan. Look.”

I looked up to see the guy Shaquanna was referring to. He was the same guy who'd been coming into the coffee shop where I worked as a waitress every day. I didn't think anything of it. He was probably new in town or just passing through.

He shuffled in and sat down in a booth near the window. He carried a green duffel bag that he dropped on the booth seat next to him. I figured he must be military because his green looked Army issue. I took a moment to study him. His medium brown hair was thick and in need of a haircut. Dark stubble marred his jaw and from this far away, I couldn’t tell what color his eyes were.

“He’s sitting in your section, Regan. As usual.” Shaquanna grinned suddenly. “Why, I think you got yourself a secret admirer,” she said in a fake southern drawl. She gave the man a closer look. “Your mystery man could seriously use a shower, shave, and a haircut.” 

Mia loved her job. Writing an advice column for sexually troubled people was a task she was perfectly suited for. She had a therapy degree and an uncanny ability to place herself in other’s people’s shoes. Every day, her inbox greeted her with a new challenge.

Monday morning was no exception. Mia read the email seconds after dragging herself out of bed. She hadn’t had her coffee yet, but the email’s explosive content jolted her wide awake.

Dear Mia,

After years of marriage, my husband and I had become accustomed to wild, passionate sex night after night – sometimes up to three or four times a day.

Taking a break from the email, Mia fanned herself. “Three or four times a day?” she shouted. “Whew!”

But lately things have changed. His hours at work have picked up, leaving him exhausted when he comes home at night. To put it bluntly, I want more. I’d love to return to the days of endless lovemaking between the two of us, the days where he would spend hours tickling my body with gentle strokes and licks until I simply couldn’t take it anymore.

Mia leaned back in her chair easing her legs apart slowly. It was a challenge to keep her mind from drifting, but she somehow kept reading.

The problem is I’m too shy to demand what I want from him. I usually just accept his neglect in silence, hoping that someday he’ll change. But he never does. If I’m lucky, we have sex once a week, and even then it’s not very good. I want him to take his time and explore every area of my body. I want his lips, his tongue, his teeth savoring me all over, but he usually just wants to get it over with and to get back to sleep. Like I said, I’m shy, so I’m not so good at telling him what I want. Can you help me, Mia?

Unsatisfied Frida

Catching her breath, Mia considered...

WARNING: THIS CONTENT IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES. 18+ ONLY. 

Allen stopped what he was doing to watch the battered pickup come up the drive. He adjusted his hat and leaned against the rail while the gravel crunched underneath the wheels. Finally the truck came to a stop in front of him. He couldn’t help but smile as a dark haired, green eyed man climbed out of the truck. He gave Allen an appraising look and Allen could well imagine what was going through his head. How young he was for this job, was he even talking to the right person, what was he getting into?

Stepping away from the rail, Allen offered his hand. “You must be Bill?”

“Yeah,” he said, taking it. He had a firm grip. “Allen, right? We spoke on the phone?”

“Yep. Come on inside and I’ll show you the maps. Boss thinks we should sell off that stand of trees that was damaged in the last storm.”

Steamy Shifter Romance Collection

Story #1 Dominated In Every Position

Story #2 Dominated Behind Closed Doors

Story #3 Dirty Paws

Story #4 All Filled Up 

There was a small knock at the door and Andi gasped, but Trace stilled her. “It’s all right,” he said. “It’s Adam. Is it okay with you if he comes in?”

“Comes in to…” she gave him a questioning look.

“Comes in to watch, or… maybe more, if the chemistry is right?” He paused. “It’s completely your call. I know you’re attracted to him, even more than your friend is; I can smell it on you.”

Was that true? Had she been drawn to Adam as well? She thought back and realised that, yes, she had been attracted to him; she just hadn’t given it any thought because Tina had expressed her attraction first. Of course, Tina wasn’t there. And Tina didn’t know what she knew.

“Sure,” she said. “Invite him in...”

“You’re gorgeous,” breathed Joey, reaching out to touch her arm, making goose bumps appear on her skin.

“They began kissing the moment Carl closed his front door. Gia considered it an act of sheer willpower that she had been able to resist him that long. He lived down the street from Two Brothers in the opposite direction from Betty’s, in a small house on a hill. Gia shivered in the desert night air as they walked up the sidewalk. He opened the door and she stepped inside, then turned around and into his lips, waiting for hers. The warmth and energy of his lips felt like an electric shock that moved straight through her body, and she put her hands on his chest to stabilize herself. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” Carl said.

“Ditto,” Gia replied. She kissed him again, pulling him toward her, and she began to undo his shirt. His chest was firm, broad, and warm. She ran her palms over his flesh and felt herself getting more and more aroused with each moment. She knew Carl was aroused as well; she could feel his arousal against her thigh as she stood with him. He pulled away and looked at her, his crystal blue eyes searching hers. 

She gave no resistance as he grabbed ..."

The kiss lasted for a second, and she was struggling with all she had to not melt into it. She pushed him gently away, reminding him that he had Ashley.

"She's just there for the sex. I can't make you be with an empty wreck like me. I respect you too much to allow that to happen. You being with me is the worst thing you could do, and so just one kiss and you being here like this with me is more than I can ask for. I respect you too much to do anything else," he uttered.

"That's the worst thing you could have said," she stood up, moving toward the fence rapidly. "And so disrespectful! You don't respect me! You're toying with me!" she said, sobbing, clumsily climbing over the fence, and falling gracelessly onto the other side.

She straightened up quickly and, without looking back, she ran toward Ashley's house...

She stared at the reflection of the woman in the mirror, turning this way and that, and watching the way the bedroom lights glinted off everything from her silver halter-style gown to her freshly manicured nails. The expensive clothes, the real jewelry—things she had never owned her entire life—did nothing to make Sarah feel at home in the role she was about to play. She was about to be a rich woman on the prowl, and it just wasn’t her. She didn’t want it to be her. But she didn’t have a choice.

Turning away from the mirror, she took a deep breath and grabbed the Prada clutch off the bed. She’d anticipated this moment for weeks. This was it.

Glancing around the luxurious hotel suite on her way to the door, she tried not to think about just how much money she was spending on the damn suite. It was beautiful, of course, all fourteen-hundred and thirty-two square feet of rich solid woods, sumptuous fabrics and expensive artwork—though an abstract painting of random color splotches wasn’t exactly her idea of fine artistry. But what did she know? She’d only submersed herself in this ridiculous world thirty-six hours ago; a world of people with far too much money and nothing better to do than show it off, in her opinion...

WARNING: This book contains explicit sex scenes and is intended for mature audience. 18 years and older only!

"Stepping back, June undid her jeans and pushed her pants and underwear down, leaving herself naked. Harlan clearly appreciated the view. “Anybody tell you you’re beautiful?” he asked.

“Not lately.” She stepped out of her boots and climbed back into bed, straddling his chest as she opened his jeans.