Authors: Cassandra Cole
ROMANCE: Military: SEALED BY APACHE (Military Soldier Navy SEAL Romance) (Alpha Male Billionaire Bad Boy Romance Short Stories)
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SEALED
BY
APACHE
A Navy SEAL Romance
By
Cassandra Cole
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Crystal Banks swallowed hard at the sight that greeted her. When she’d been directed to the base gymnasium in search of SEAL Commander John Harper, she’d expected to find an aging war horse doing easy laps in the pool or shooting short hoops with insubordinates.
The Marines who told her where to find Harper seemed amused that she was there to ask him of all people to escort her on a photo opp mission for some magazine. Harper had a reputation as a hard ass who did not grant personal favors, not even to knockouts who looked like her. She’d be better off paying a local guide.
Crystal thanked them for the advice and continued her search for him. She was determined to have Harper escort her into Bagdad’s most dangerous neighborhoods. She had heard that he could get in and out of places others could not. She wanted to get her shots of refugees and wounded, and she wanted the very best to take her into hostile territory.
Now, Crystal knew she’d made the right decision. If anyone could take her where she wanted to go, it was the man standing before her now. He looked like he had been chiseled from stone, but the look on his face told her he would not be easily persuaded.
Harper wore only a pair of loose fitting cargo pants that rode low on slim hips, and his military boots. He was
deliciously
bare from the waist up, and the sight of so much finely crafted, mouth-watering definition took her breath away.
There were scars, yes, but one could only expect scars in his line of work. The man was a SEAL after all. In Crystal’s opinion, the long-healed marks were badges of courage.
She had watched him do over forty pull-ups while talking on the phone in his ear. She had watched the muscles in his shoulders and back bulge with each lift and release. She found her thoughts drifting to darker places as she waited for him to finish, imagining his toned, tanned arms wrapped around her as she begged him to kiss her until she couldn’t remember her own name.
Harper started toward her. She felt the air between them compacting. She could tell without asking that he came from Native American stock. He had a full mouth and strong nose, with eyes the deep color of flint. His short hair was dark with a touch of grey at the temples.
All in all, the man was
devastatingly
attractive – which was
particularly
bad for her because she’d spent the last three years of her life abroad working, where there were few sexual prospects.
For a moment, he just stared at her, and despite herself, Crystal felt her cheeks heating. She knew how she must look. She cleared her throat and said his name again.
THE
BAD SEED
Erotic Stepbrother Romance
By
Aubrey James
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“You’re Benjamin? Abraham’s son?” He shook his head at her. Belinda’s heart jumped into her throat, though she wasn’t sure if it from fear or excitement. Without thinking, she said, “I thought you were in prison.”
She saw the muscles in his cheeks tense up. He shoved his hands into his pockets and let his shoulders go up and down. “I was in prison,” he said, nodding as he spoke.
“I paroled out a couple of days ago and took the bus here yesterday. I slept at a shelter last night. I went by dad’s old office, thinking I’d catch him there, but the place was condemned. So I walked here.”
“That’s a long walk,” she said.
“I like to walk,” he said quietly. “I haven’t been able to do that for a very long time.” He gave the house a pensive look. “Anyway, I used to live here. It was the only address I had, so I gave it to them so they can keep up with me.”
“Keep up with you?” The sadness in his eyes made her want to hug him. He reminded her so much of Abraham, only in a much larger, more weathered package. The term “gentle giant” came to mind. Then she remembered he had been in prison for killing a man with his bare hands.
“My parole officer needs to know where I’m living so he can check on me from time to time,” he said. He avoided her eyes as he spoke, choosing to look up and down the street instead. “You know, to make sure I’m not up to no good.” He looked at the upstairs window that he remembered as his father’s bedroom. “So, is my father home?”
Belinda didn’t know what to say. She muttered the words. “Actually, he’s out at the moment, but should be back soon.”
A look of disappointment washed over his face. “Oh, OK, I guess I can come back later.”
“Don’t be silly, come inside,” she said, speaking before thinking. Her curiosity was getting the better of her judgment. There was no way Ben Banner was going to get away without first telling her everything she wanted to know about his past and his relationship to Abraham. Oh crap, she thought, Abraham… Will he even recognize his own son?
“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother.”
“No bother. Just let me get these groceries out of the car. I was going to make sandwiches for lunch. Would you like one?”
He smiled for the first time and it lit up his face. He was handsome, after all, and she thought she saw a light come on in his eyes.
He said, “Only if I can help with the groceries.”
Belinda didn’t know what came over her, but the next thing either of them knew she was wrapping her arms around him as best she could and giving him a squeeze.
She stood on her tip toes to whisper, “Welcome home, Ben.”
