Make Mine A Marine
Subject: Lieutenant Colonel Matt RyanMission: Keep things professional…no matter how hard—or hot—it gets!Matt Ryan wants to settle down to a peaceful life as a helicopter instructor at the local base. When he meets free-spirited antiques dealer Chelly Richardson and finds out she's homeless, well, he has to help. But her living in his pool house means the wild-at-heart woman who is stealing his dreams each night is just a bit too close…Chelly is determined to pay back the man who helped her during one of the toughest points in her life. She will also save the straight-laced Marine from the disaster that is her by keeping her hands off his hot, hot body. But the more she tries to stay away, the more fate seems to shove them together.
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Subject: Lieutenant Colonel Matt Ryan
Mission: Keep things professional...no matter how hardâor hotâit gets!
Matt Ryan wants to settle down to a peaceful life as a helicopter instructor at the local base. When he meets free-spirited antiques dealer Chelly Richardson and finds out sheâs homeless, well, he has to help. But her living in his pool house means the wild-at-heart woman who is stealing his dreams each night is just a bit too close...
Chelly is determined to pay back the man who helped her during one of the toughest points in her life. She will also save the straitlaced Marine from the disaster that is her by keeping her hands off his hot, hot body. But the more she tries to stay away, the more fate seems to shove them together.
âIâm having a hard time keeping this just business...â
Matt leaned forward to kiss Chelly, lightly at first, his lips testing hers. Heat seared straight through her, settling in her core. Yes. Sheâd been wanting this from him for days. Since the first time sheâd laid eyes on him in fact.
But it was wrong, really wrong.
Then his thumb stroked across her jaw so tenderly, she sighed and opened her mouth to his. Never in her life had a kiss done so much to her body. She thrummed from head to toe. And then she was lost in him.
When they parted, they were both breathing hard.
âThat wasâum, hot,â she said. âAmazing...and hot.â
She wasnât going to do this.
Then he pulled her back to him and she was lost again.
As I finish up the edits on this book, itâs Veterans Day, a time of remembering those who have and continue to fight for our freedom. And the book comes out around July Fourth, which is a big holiday for us to celebrate those freedoms in America. It isnât lost on me that I can write my fun, sexy romances because of what these people have done for their country. I appreciate that freedom every day.
I try to keep these books light and fun, and I sometimes take a bit of literary license with my characters and their jobs. But I never ever lose sight of the men and women who put themselves in harmâs way to protect us, whether they be Marines, Army, Navy, Air Force, Coast Guard, National Guard, Firemen or Police. There are those who always run toward the danger. They are a special breed. This book is dedicated to them.
Much love to you all!
Candace Havens
CANDACE âCANDYâ HAVENS is a bestselling and award-winning author. She is a two-time RITA® Award, Write Touch Readersâ Award and Holt Medallion finalist. She is also a winner of the Barbara Wilson Award. Candy is a nationally syndicated entertainment columnist for FYI Television. A veteran journalist, she has interviewed just about everyone in Hollywood. You can hear Candy weekly on New Country 96.3 KSCS in the DallasâFort Worth Area.
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CHELLY RICHARDSON ROLLED down the window of her beat-up truck and breathed in deep. And then she banged her head on the steering wheel three times.
This is not happening.
She tried the ignition again. Nothing. Her already awful twenty-four hours had hit a new low. After driving straight from Nashville to Corpus Christi, Texas, she was exhausted. When she couldnât get her new roommate to answer sheâd taken a long nap at a truck stop located just outside of town. When she still couldnât get her friend to answer, Chelly picked up a paper and decided to hit some estate sales around town. That was what she did when she was nervous or upset. She went on a treasure hunt.
That was how sheâd ended up in front of this plantation home, complete with a picturesque wraparound porch, where Old Joeâher truckâhad decided to quit on her.
âI will not cry,â she whispered. Even though she willed them away, tears threatened.
Why isnât Lila answering? That feeling Chelly sometimes had when things werenât right niggled at her. When Chelly had called Lila on Wednesday, her friend had invited her to stay at her place for as long as she would need. Chelly was looking for a fresh start, away from Tennessee. Away from her ex, whoâd become a little too attached to her. To being an almost-stalker. When heâd appeared at the diner where she was working and created a scene, sheâd given her notice, packed what few belongings she had and booked it out of town.
She didnât need that kind of drama. New life. New dreams.
Except now she couldnât get Lila to respond, and she didnât even have the address of her friendâs house. Never one for planning much, this time her free-spirited ways had backfired.
Iâve been in worse jams.
Not really.
Oh, shut up. Anywhere was better than Nashville, where her ex had made her life miserable.
âMaâam, are you okay?â
She glanced up from the steering wheel to find the hot guy from the estate sale looking in her passenger-side window. He was tall. At least six-three with a blond buzz cut that made her think he might be military. The bulging muscles under his T-shirt hadnât escaped her notice when sheâd been looking through the high-end treasures at his sale. Treasures that she would have been more than happy to take off his hands if sheâd had more than a hundred bucks to her name. His prices were way below market value, even for a quick sale.
