The Heroes of Silver Island, Volume 1 (MFM)
AVAILABLE: Tuesday, August 16th
Box Set #47: The Heroes of Silver Island, Volume 1 (All 4 books for $3.99)
In Safe and SEALed with Ecstasy, senator’s daughter Lara Hampton’s latest venture brings her to Silver Island and reunites her with two SEALs who rescued her and left her wanting much more than mouth to mouth. Brandon “Ace” McCormick knows it’s time to make a move, but his best friend wants her, too. When a stalker chasing Lara makes it onto the island, both men have to protect her or sharing won’t be an option.
In Safe and Coasting with Ecstasy, the only things Kimberly Bevel needs to complete her paradise are two sexy hunks. She finds what she wants in Coast Guard Petty Officers Emmett and Charlie Doyle, even if the two brothers don’t want to share. Both brothers can’t live without her, and they go head-to-head to win her over while Kimberly looks for a way to keep them both. But when she becomes the target of a madman, she may need Emmett and Charlie to do more than keep her bed warm at night.
In Safe and Burning with Ecstasy, Delilah Faith Cassidy flees Chicago after someone burns everything she owns, boarding a ship to Silver Island. She meets Blaze and Kalvin, best friends since fire academy who moved to Silver Island to find the special woman they can share forever. But the flame that ignites between them isn’t the only one burning on the island as the trouble from Chicago pursues Delilah. Blaze and Kalvin have to trust their hearts, ignore their suspicions, and find out who is after Delilah before they lose her forever.
In Safe and Deputized with Ecstasy, FBI agent Alexandria Sykes returns to Silver after five years to catch a killer, which means collaborating with Rhett and Drake, the two men she left behind. Rhett wants her back from the moment he sees her again, but Drake is more hesitant to start over. When the killer targets Alexandria as his next victim, saving her becomes more important than guarding their hearts.
Story excerpt from Safe and SEALed with Ecstasy:
“Lara.”
Yikes! She didn’t need to look to know who’d just called out her name. Now what? She couldn’t ignore John. Not that she wanted to ignore him anyway. Except, she should. She should absolutely, positively pretend she didn’t know him from the man in the moon. She should walk away, quick, and act like she hadn’t heard him. Shouldn’t she? On the other hand, he wasn’t a SEAL anymore. That meant associating with him, getting hot and sweaty between the sheets with him, wouldn’t label her a SEAL groupie. But who said he wanted to get hot and heavy between the sheets with her? The man had merely said her name, for crying out loud.
Oh, for Pete’s sake, Lara, you’re thinking yourself right through the door of confusions-r-us.
She squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and turned. The smile she hadn’t yet allowed to waver was still plastered on her lips. Good thing, too, because he was headed her way and, the closer he got, the more her jaw wanted to drop. Holy hormones, the John Cabelly who’d visited her dreams had been the man clad in full battle fatigues with streaks of war paint on his face and barely visible in the darkness. By the light of day, the John Cabelly walking toward her now looked ten times more dangerous, more forceful and, God help her, more appealing than ever.
The deep breath she had taken a nanosecond before she’d turned stuck in her throat as her gaze took it upon itself to do a leisurely glide down his front. His khaki button-down shirt stuck to his torso like a second skin, delineating every muscle in his shoulders, arms, and abs, and making her head spin. The shirt was tucked into a pair of khaki cargo shorts secured to his waist by a gun belt and riding low on his trim hips. Despite the bagginess of their design, his shorts failed to conceal what was obviously one very impressive male package between his strong-looking legs.
Lara’s girly parts went haywire as her focus slammed into his black ankle boots and did a gradual climb back up. Wetness pooled between her feminine lips, threatening to soak the cotton lining of her panties. Her nipples beaded to hardened points inside the lacy cups of her bra. Lust zinged off every erogenous zone in her body as her gaze finally settled on his face. Dark sunglasses covered eyes she remembered being a potent light blue. Thin lips curved into a drool-worthy smile that rocked her to her toes. Sweat she knew had absolutely nothing to do with the growing temperature of the summer morning and everything to do with the intense heat of this supremely hunky male gathered between her breasts and trickled down her abdomen as she finally expelled the breath that had lodged in her throat.
“John Cabelly.” He extended a hand in greeting. “Island sheriff.”
Lara took his hand, forgetting to brace for the contact, and nearly melted at his feet. Long callused fingers closed around her hand. She stared at her reflection in the lenses of his sunglasses as her head swam. That simple, casual touch made her dizzy, intoxicated, as if his fingers came equipped with tiny needles that penetrated her flesh and injected her with a heavy dose of erotic desire.
“Lara Hampton.” Relief collided with the yearning in her system when her voice came out steady and normal rather than trembling and breathy, which was exactly how she felt. “But, you already know that.” And she’d already known his name. Did he think she didn’t recognize him?
His smile stretched wider. “Yeah, I do. Kenneth Winters informed me of your visit and asked that I stand in to welcome you to the island. He wanted to be here himself, but got held up in town.”
“Oh.” Disappointment twisted in her belly and she ruthlessly squashed it. So what if he had been here waiting for her on orders from his boss? That was better than him spotting her and wanting to say hello for an entirely different, definitely salacious reason, wasn’t it? She was here on a mission, to offer her support and use her popularity to gain positive publicity for the island. At the same time, she was here in hopes of finding a sense of safety for herself, praying her stalker would use her absence from the mainland as the time he needed to find a new hobby like her father had said. She wasn’t here to jump between the sheets with the first man she met on the island, even if said man had been invading her dreams for the last four years.
John released her hand. “He said to extend his sincerest apologies and to show you around the island.”
Yep, no doubt about it. John Cabelly was doing his island duty. She and all her girly parts were safe, at least from him. Especially seeing as how he thought she didn’t remember him in the first place.
“Thank you, Sheriff Cabelly, but a tour guide really won’t be necessary. I’m sure I can find my way around and I’d hate to keep you from your job.”
He pulled off his sunglasses and she got her first real look at the potent light blue eyes she’d remembered so well. The mere sight made her heart skip a beat and her mind retracted her earlier thought. No, all her girly parts were not safe from this man. They were in danger of serious lusty overload, whether she and John went their separate ways right now or not.
Those powerful light blue eyes steadied on hers and his lips thinned, his expression turning serious with a trace of molten heat that sent embers of need raining through her body. “You don’t remember me, do you?”
“You’re not an easy man to forget.” The words spilled from Lara’s lips before she could stop them. Shit. She should’ve said no. She’d meant to say no. If he’d kept on his sunglasses, she might could’ve pulled it off. But, the second he’d removed them, the instant she’d looked into his eyes, she’d felt herself fall under his spell.
His lips unfolded in their sexiest smile yet. It was the kind of grin that dripped with victory and promise and pure male satisfaction. “That’s good to know because I damn sure never forgot you.”
Oh, holy hormones. The way his voice softened, turning his words husky and hot, told her he wasn’t merely performing his island duty any longer. He was hitting on her and she was so screwed.
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