Welcome to my post for Weekend Writing Warriors  #wewriwa where authors share 8-10 sentences of their work.

I’m continuing with an excerpt from my newest release, Sand and Sin. Injured in Afghanistan just before his team is to return home,  Navy SEAL, Jax Taylor takes leave after being released from the hospital and catches a military hop to Virginia Beach to see a buddy. When Jax arrives, TJ is night training and recommends a local SEAL bar called the Trident. We pick up when Jax arrives and spies a lovely, green-eyed bartender.

Months without a woman made him a sick bastard. Probably in stark contrast to the public’s standard perception of a SEAL, but they didn’t know or understand a Special Operator’s life and what they did for love of country and their brothers in arms.

For him, the best antidote after a gruesome mission was down-and-gritty sex. Before he readjusted his sour expression, she stepped in front of him. Her lovely gaze branded him with I got your number, sailor. 

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Peri Halstead approached her newest patron as he saddled up on a bar chair. His steely-eyed glint hinted at danger. Most of the Trident’s patrons did. “Wow, I’ve only seen one other man stride into this place with a more pissed-off expression than yours.”

“Your ex?”

Please check the amazing writers at Weekend Writing Warriors. I also hope you’ll check out Sand and Sin.  Available at all major e-book retailers. amazonkindle, Apple, Google, Kobo, Nook

Welcome to my post for Weekend Writing Warriors  #wewriwa where authors share 8-10 sentences of their work.

I’m continuing with another excerpt from my new release, Sand and Sin. Injured in Afghanistan just before his team is to return home,  Navy SEAL, Jax Taylor takes leave after being released from the hospital and catches a military hop to Virginia Beach to see a buddy. When Jax arrives, TJ is night training and recommends a local SEAL bar called the Trident. We pick up when Jax arrives.

Stiff from the transatlantic trip, he limped a few steps but righted his gait before opening the heavy oak door. In his bar experiences, such an entrance usually led to a man cave.

Inside, darkness enveloped him, matching his mood. Pain meds and exhaustion made him irritable. He was still pissed about not being allowed to rejoin his team, and doubly so because TJ had a training op circumventing their party. So much for buddy reunions.

Behind the bar, a tall, lean beauty glanced up from the beer taps. The gnawing ache in his leg disappeared under scrutiny of wide, sea green eyes. Long, wavy hair surrounded her shoulders like a lion’s mane and his fingers itched to tangle in the strands. Other more intimate visions flitted through his mind.

Check out a group of amazing writers at Weekend Writing Warriors. I also hope you’ll check out Sand and Sin.  Available at all major e-book retailers. amazonkindle, Apple, Google, Kobo, Nook