Twelve military heroes Twelve indomitable heroines One UNIFORMLY HOT! miniseries
Donât miss a story in Mills & Boon>® Blaze>®âs 12-book continuity series, featuring irresistible soldiers from all branches of the armed forces.
Heat up your holidays with A Few Good Marinesâ¦
DEVIL IN DRESS BLUES
by Karen Foley
MODEL MARINE
by Candace Havens
RED-HOT SANTA
by Tori Carrington
Uniformly Hot!â The Few. The Proud. The Sexy as Hell!
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Dear Reader,
What do you want for Christmas? Dangerous question, depending on who you ask. Of course, if a Red-Hot Santa is involved, Iâm thinking many of us might make a nice, long list, if only so we could sit on his lap: again ⦠and again ⦠and again â¦
In our latest UNIFORMLY HOT! book, Jackson Savage (younger brother of Jason from Undeniable Pleasures) is the epitome of all things steamy ⦠something his longtime best friend Maxine McGuire has always known, but never allowed herself to sample. Until now. But does the mind-blowing chemistry they share between the sheets translate into love? Or is it just GREAT sex?
I hope Jackson and Maxâs sexy journey heats up those cold winter nights and that you enjoy this latest Lazarus Security title. Weâd love to hear what you think. Contact us at PO Box 12271, Toledo, OH 43612, USA or visit us on the web at www.toricarrington.net or www.facebook.com/toricarrington.
Happy holidays!
Lori & Tony Karayianni aka Tori Carrington
HIS BROTHER WAS a dumbass. It was as simple and as complicated as that.
Jackson Savage tugged on the suspenders holding up the too-big red velvet pants he had on over his jeans. Heâd stripped out of the red jacket some time ago, leaving him frustrated at being the one who got stuck wearing the Santa suit for the barâs Christmas party. The hat and shiny black boots remained intact even though heâd prefer to ditch them, as well. But he was scheduled to play Santa later so he thought heâd better keep them on.
Thank God this was his last night working at the bar. Even if his brother wouldnât be happy about it.
Oh, he knew there were valid reasons his older sibling felt protective of him. Losing their parents at a young age was the biggest of them. Thinking he needed to be a father figure as a result was another. But as far as Jackson was concerned, heâd grown beyond the nose-blowing stage long ago. It was past time Jason took a good look at him and realized he wasnât a kid anymore.
If his brother didnât ⦠well, he was afraid he was going to have to kick his ass just to prove his point. And that would be one fight neither of them would walk away from unscathed, he was sure.
Well, that was adult of him, wasnât it? Jackson grimaced at the asinine thought and swiped the white puff of the Santa hat back from his brow.
Still, nearly four months had passed since heâd proven himself up for the job, not only as a responsible adult and decorated Marine, but solid Lazarus Security material. If taking a bullet for the cause wasnât enough, what was?
Jackson shoved the glass of draught beer heâd just filled from a tap a little too forcefully, spilling a good inch of it as he served his countless drink at The Barracks that night. He muttered an apology and then wiped the spot, topping off the glass before presenting it to one of the regulars again.
âHey, Jax, thatâs the third time tonight. Whatâs the matter?â Winston asked. âTrouble with Mrs. Claus?â
Pete, the guy standing next to him, laughed. âThereâd have to be a Mrs. Claus in order for there to be trouble with her. No, Jax hereâs trouble is that he needs a little ⦠something from a Mrs. Claus candidate.â
Jackson gave a perfunctory laugh. âWhat I need is a nice, long vacation. Preferably somewhere warm. Where someone else serves me.â
Genie, one of the three waitresses, stepped up to the bar in her Santa hat, too-tight white tank and red velvet shorts trimmed in white fur, The Barracksâ holiday uniform even if it was December and ten below outside. âIâll wait on you,â she offered with her trademark purr.
Pete gave a low whistle. âSon, if I were you, Iâd be all over that.â
âAgainst bar policy,â Jackson said absently.