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WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOUR MALE CALLS?

Hi everyone! I’m a little slow on the uptake this morning to celebrate my first release at Samhain Publishing just today. I can blame it on lack of caffeine, so I’ve decided an IV drip of the java might be in order. Okay, now that I’m all hooked up….

I must say I’m very proud to launch MALE CALL here. I’ve written a few military or ex-military characters before. With Sean, the military hero in this story, I wanted a guy who women could relate to because he is a “regular” man who is a reservist called up to head for Iraq and then discovers some intriguing things about himself while he’s writing letters to his best friend (the heroine) back home. I’m fond of military heroes and always have been…maybe it’s because I have my own military hero, and he’s my husband. :) My hubby and I were able to write each other tons of letters many years ago when he was in Germany for several weeks, and that gave me extra inspiration for this story. I’ve been so inspired by this story that I’m writing two others that feature men coming back from war and the women that will love them. I hoping you’ll see these stories at Samhain in the near future. :)

To give you a little peek into this story, enjoy this excerpt. I hope you enjoy reading MALE CALL as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Eve,
You’re killin’ me here. I’ve enclosed the picture you wanted, though I got the razzing of my life when two of the guys found out why I wanted them to take it.

His photo fell from the envelope onto her lap, and she quickly retrieved it. Oh, oh, man. When Eve had seen the photograph for the first time, it had floored her. Stunned her. Turned her on like no other picture of a man she’d seen before. She’d seen plenty of attractive men in her life, and she’d always thought Sean could be cute in a nerdy way. This picture blew away her conceptions about Sean belonging to geek city.

Decked out in desert battle dress uniform pants and boots, but without a shirt, he held an automatic weapon in front of his chest in a rough and ready pose. The grin on his face was cocky but charming. His espresso eyes held an intense, badass gaze. His military short, silvery blond hair defined his high cheekbones and made his perfectly cut jaw more prominent. And oh, his chest and arms. Sean owned well-muscled arms and a gorgeous chest sprinkled with dark blond hair that trailed down over his six-pack stomach and into his waistband. Oh, my, my. He was delicious, but in a rough, sharply angled way that shouldn’t have turned her on like this. Most women at the office talked behind his back about his tousled messy hair and too-big shirts. Maybe those too large shirts had been hiding this kick ass physique all this time.

He looked dangerous.

Seriously hot.

If the office ladies could see him now…if they even knew what fantastic shape he was in—that his body was this fabulous…
She groaned and jealousy flashed through her. Oh, man. She had it bad.

Even now this photo created a desire that filled her blood with instant sexual attraction. His letters had turned her low-grade intrigue into full-on heat. Her mouth watered. She tore her gaze from the photo with difficulty and returned to the letter.

Now that you’ve seen my ugly mug, I hope you’re satisfied. You asked me what else is happening. Hell, there’s a whole lot I can’t tell you and you don’t want to know. We reached Baghdad, and things are dicey. That’s about all I can say.

Let’s not talk about this crazy place, okay? You know that dream you told me about, the one where you’re lying on the bed naked? Sounds fantastic. Want me to add to the dream?