Dear Reader,
About three years ago, I had the opportunity to sit in the cockpit of a Black Hawk helicopter. With the cyclic stick between my knees and all that powerful technology at my fingertips, I knew I had to create a heroine capable of flying these incredible machines, but also strong enough to hold her own in a male-dominated environment.
Army Captain Jenna Larson is a top-notch Black Hawk pilot, but sheâs sworn never to get romantically involved with another pilot, no matter how sexy he might be. But when she catches sight of Major Chase Rawlins, a hard-bodied special ops commando with a killer smile, she decides heâs the one man she wants to see out of uniform and in her bed.
What she doesnât realise is that itâs not the professional, no-nonsense Chase that sheâs been drooling over, but his cocky, devil-may-care twin brother, Chance, an Apache helicopter pilot. Jenna is convinced that she can spend one night with him and then walk away, but their red hot hook-up turns out to be the best sex sheâs ever had, and she canât stop thinking about him.
Chance Rawlins may just be my favorite hero yet! He has all the qualities that make a military hero irresistible, and I hope you find him hard to forget, too! And if youâre wondering about his twin brother ⦠Chase Rawlins will have his own story in September 2012, where he encounters the one woman guaranteed to make him lose control.
Happy reading!
Karen
KAREN FOLEY is an incurable romantic. When sheâs not working for the Department of Defense, sheâs writing sexy romances with strong heroes and happy endings. She lives in Massachusetts with her husband and two daughters, an overgrown puppy, and two very spoiled cats. Karen enjoys hearing from her readers. You can find out more about her by visiting www.karenefoley.com.
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Coming Up for Air by Karen Foley July 2012
And donât miss his twin brother Chaseâs sexy adventure:
No Going Back by Karen Foley Sept 2012
UNIFORMLY HOT!
The Few. The Proud.The Sexy as Hell.
This book is dedicated to my own personal hero,
John Foley, who didnât have to deploy, but chose to do so anyway. Iâm so proud of you!
THE WAY TO TELL IF A man was a good lover was to watch how he danced. Captain Jenna Larson didnât know if the observation was true, since none of her exes had enjoyed dancing very much. That should have been her first clue, since none of them had been exceptional in bed, either.
A slow country song throbbed through the speakers at Shooters nightclub, and Jenna could feel the seductive pull of it in her veins. Finishing her beer, she set the empty bottle down on the bar. Sheâd told herself a dozen times since sheâd first spotted him that she wasnât going to look, but her gaze was drawn irresistibly back to the couple moving slowly across the dance floor. Despite the crush of people surrounding them, the man guided his partner effortlessly through the crowd, his hands holding her with an easy confidence.
He moved with a fluid grace, his body shifting and sliding in perfect rhythm to the music while accommodating his partnerâs motions. He was lean and fit, the material of his black shirt stretched taut across the thrust of his shoulders. His jeans rode low on his hips and his scuffed cowboy boots lent him extra height. Watching him dance, Jenna had no doubt that he would be exceptional in bed, completely attuned to his partnerâs body.
He bent his head to catch something the woman said to him, and then he laughed and drew her closer to the curve of his body, never missing a beat. His teeth were white in his suntanned face and Jenna noted the deep indents in his cheeks when he grinned. As they turned the corner of the dance floor, his gaze slid lazily over the crowd and, for an instant, his eyes met hers and held.
Jenna stared at him over his partnerâs head, unable to look away. She couldnât recall the last time sheâd been so enthralled by a man, military or otherwise. Everything about him commanded her attention, from his built-for-sex body to his lazy, devil-may-care smile. She didnât know the first thing about him, except that he was in the army, assigned to nearby Fort Bragg, just like ninety-five percent of the men in the club that night.
Jenna had caught glimpses of him several times on the army base, and even from a distance heâd captured her attention. Less than two weeks ago, sheâd run into him at the local supermarket. Literally, as sheâd turned a corner, sheâd collided with his shopping cart. He had smiled at her as sheâd apologized, and there had been no mistaking the masculine interest in his eyes. In fact, sheâd felt him watching her as sheâd walked away, and when sheâd surreptitiously glanced back at him, heâd grinned shamelessly, making no effort to hide the fact that he was, indeed, ogling her. The knowledge had made her feel shivery and delicious.