military-romance

Angelo pulled his uniform overshirt over his head without undoing the buttons, which she thought was a pretty impressive feat. Then she saw what he was hiding under there and decided the view was much more impressive. Technically, he was still clothed, but the light tan T-shirt was really tight, and she didn__ have to use her imagination very much to figure out there were a lot of muscles under it. Just the sight of his big arms rippling as he moved was enough to make Minka catch her breath.When he reached behind his head to pull off his T-shirt, Minka found herself licking her lips in anticipation. She felt bad for watching him like this, but she couldn__ help herself. Then she looked up and saw Angelo regarding her with an amused expression on his handsome face.__ understand why you want to keep the door open, and I__ okay with that,_ he said. __ut you might want to look the other way for this part.__inka felt heat rush to her face. She nodded and stepped out of the doorway, turning to sit down on the floor beside the bathroom like Angelo had done. Her fingers dug into the stuffed sloth__ fur. She was glad he couldn__ see her face because it was probably bright red. Why had she been staring like that?

She didn't know why being near him made the beast inside her go away, and she didn't care. She was Minka in his arms and a monster out of them. That was all that mattered to her.

...She remembered why he'd caught her eye the first time she'd seen him, at Ivy and Landon's wedding. He was absolutely gorgeous. Tall, with broad shoulders and well-muscled arms, he had dark-blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and a square jaw covered with just the perfect amount of stubble. Then there was his mouth... There were books written about lips that kissable.

Can you make the salad while I fix the garlic bread?" He flashed her a grin. "Babe, I live to make salad.

He gently caressed her bottom lips with his thumb. "It just occurred to me that I've never told you how beautiful you are until now, which has to make me possibly the slowest, or dumbest, man in the world.

Maybe having great sex just made a werewolf__ nose work better_

You remember why you carry a gun and fight this fight. Not for yourself, but for something greater. You fight for your country, for your loved ones and their safety, and for honor. For something more than yourself.Because nothing makes a man greater than what he__ willing to do and sacrifice for the betterment of those he loves.

While I stood on the front porch, watching him climb into his vehicle, I breathed in the humid air. I looked at the cloudless sky, and the blue vastness of it made me think about the endless opportunities that lay ahead for me. Life, I knew, was going to be different now_ better. I was going to live for today and for the future. Dear past_ thank you for the lessons. Dear future_ I am ready.

Look at you Infidelity_, shaking his head in frustration. ____ not sure if your choice of drug is passion, the thrill of the affair or the man himself, but there is a void you are trying to have us fulfill in your life and you are hooked! The secrets, the lies, the lame attempts to quit sleeping around_the isolation; don__ you get it? YOU LOVE INFIDELITY!"- Loving Infidelity

You speak Arabic? Tell him my name is Infidel Redeemed by Christ.

One of the special teams turned sadistic in Kandahar and took out a village. The organization reacted swiftly by shutting down the program and denying any and all knowledge. Contracts were severed. Their service records heavily redacted. Overnight, the entire team was out. Out of the military, out of the war, out of the only life they knew. Team Fear took the fall.

She giggled. Giggled. Her cheeks pinked, and goddamn, if this plane didn__ get to the gate and un-board them, he was going to pull the emergency hatch.

This many pretty girls in the room, all watching you boys like you__e a wedding-reception one-night stand waiting to happen_

My ex wants to come and rescue me.___oo late! I already rescued you. Who does this guy think he is?

Holy swoonballs!

...She says with that mistyfar-away look in her eyes. Like conjunctivitis.

Apparently officers are not __en_. Officers are __fficers_.

I leave marks on you, not the other way around.