Falling in love is not an order
After a romantic betrayal, naval lieutenant commander Roanna Brandywine doesnât trust anyone the way she used to. When a chance encounter brings chief warrant officer Miles Mikowski into her life, sheâs intrigued. But Ro has spent so long focusing on her career, she resists the attraction.
Miles has had his own share of trauma, but itâs taught him that life is short and he has to go after whatâs important to him. Then, unexpectedly, theyâre ordered to investigate a sailorâs suicide. They must rely on each other as they discover that his death is not as straightforward as it seems. During their investigation, they acknowledge the chemistry between them, but the real question is whether thereâs trustâ¦and maybe even love.
Light-headedness wasnât familiar to Roâ¦
But sitting next to Miles Mikowski made her feel as though the air had been sucked out of the truckâs cab. The leather interior of the huge vehicle was roomy even by American standards. Except with Miles in the driverâs seat. His long, lean yet muscular physique filled every inch of the driverâs side. He had to be at least six-four. Whenever she stood near him, which wasnât often, he towered over her.
âYou didnât ask in so many words, but being out on this bridge in these winds is begging for help, Roanna. Then to see you stopped at the high point like thatâ¦â He slapped his hand on the dashboard.
Guilt licked up her stomach, and nausea threatened to overtake her anger. Sheâd really frightened him. Miles, the man whoâd already been through hell and back in the war.
âI know you like to run in the mornings, Ro, but maybe you should check the weather report before you run on the bridge in near gale-force winds.â
His frequent use of her given name instead of her rank irked her. They were both officers, so of course it was okay to address each other by first name. Miles always called her âLieutenant Commander Brandywineâ in public. Privately heâd used her nameâwhen heâd asked her out. And sheâd refused.
Itâs not that he uses your first name. Itâs how he says it.
Dear Reader,
Navy Orders is only the second book in the Whidbey Island series and yet I feel Iâve lived with the characters forever! I hope theyâve become a positive part of your life, too. The romance between Miles and Ro in this story grew much hotter than Iâd ever expected, and it was delightful to write about their journey.
Miles is a wounded warrior and exemplifies how veterans give back for all of us on a daily basis. Because of this, I wanted to give back in my own way and decided to come up with a great cause to support. Right around the time I started pondering this, I came across Delaware Head Huggers (www.delawareheadhuggers.org) on Facebook. Iâd been looking for a chemo cap pattern to knit for a friend. Robin Agar, who runs DEHH with her beloved dog Schnapps (rumor has it that Schnapps knits, too!), generously donated a hat knitting pattern that youâll find at the end of the book. Please support Delaware Head Huggers by knitting a cap and mailing it to them. If you donât knit, Robin accepts other hats and monetary donations, as well. As of this writing, Robin is nearing the 9,000 mark for donated caps! Cancer affects too many of us, young, old and in between. While we fight for a cure, letâs make those who are in the fight feel a little love with a hand-knit (or crocheted) cap.
Thanks as always for your support of my writing. I hope you enjoy spending time with Miles and Ro as much as I have. Iâd love to hear from you via my Facebook page, website (www.gerikrotow.com) or Twitter.
Peace,
Geri Krotow
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Former naval intelligence officer and U.S. Naval Academy graduate Geri Krotow draws inspiration from the global situations sheâs experienced. Geri loves to hear from her readers. You can email her via her website and blog at www.gerikrotow.com.
Just like wounded warriors, stepmoms and moms-in-law are not recognized or thanked enough. For this reason I dedicate this book with all my love and gratitude to two great ladies in my life, Grom and Sally.
CHAPTER ONE
CHIEF WARRANT OFFICER Miles Mikowski was in no mood to save a life this morning. Heâd driven across Deception Pass Bridge onto Whidbey Island countless times, and while it was common to see walkers or runners working their way across the pass, nearly gale-force winds usually kept the bridge clear.
Not this morning.
His hands gripped the steering wheel of his truck as the image of a lone figure clinging to the bridgeâs side rail morphed into the all-too-familiar Roanna Brandywine.