Showing posts with label Delta Force. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Delta Force. Show all posts

Saturday, November 7, 2015

DELTA FORCE hottie for Armistice Day? @cerisedeland for MILITARY MONTH!

 
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November 11 is coming and you need to do your patriotic duty and invite a military man into your home, right?
   Try A LONG TIME COMIN' which is my story about a long friendship turned love affair for a Delta Force soldier and the woman he wants to love.

The set up?
   
   A sex toy party with her six sassy gal pals? Caitlyn Hagerty is IN! Getting that tingly feeling just looking at the goodies, Cait buys four and screws up her courage to commit to one dynamite plan. She’ll show them to the only man in her life she gets all hot and wet for–and who has no idea he’s the one man she’s craved for too damn long. When Delta Force hunk John Ramos flies home on R&R, Cait promises herself to seduce Ram–or cut him from her life forever.
   Ram spots the risque items on Cait’s bed and realizes his claim of her voluptuous body has been too long comin’.   It’s time to treat her right. Fess up to what he’s wanted all these years. Take Cait into his chaotic life–for one wild night.
   And if she wants more?
   She has to know that time is not on their side. Right?
A nibble of my newest cherry: (Copyright 2011, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.)
Two reasons why you must tempt John Ramos to be your lover? Quick! Remember those? Come on, woman!
Fidgeting, Caitlyn Hagerty spied Ram at the top of the escalator in the arrival terminal at San Antonio Airport and her heart skipped a beat. Two reasons, Cait! You know them. The first is no one else makes your heart melt and…
Ram grinned at her as he drew closer and Cait felt the punch in her gut that she always did when she first saw him on arrival home. Though he never declared it outright she knew he was Army, Delta Force, super-duper secret soldier, here today, gone tomorrow. But no matter what he was in his professional life, he remained her childhood friend and over the past few years, she had fallen crazy in love with him.  Who knew when. She knew why though she’d never told him, never tried. Courage fled every time she began.
But not tonight.
She waved at him, eager to get her seduction of him started.
Are you nuts, girl?
No. Absolutely not. Her eyes scanned his massive terminator body and her own flooded with wet desire. He was a sight for her hungry eyes. Big, bold and confidant, Ram was an appropriate nickname for a man who dominated any room and always got what he wanted. Tonight, unlike his last R&R, he looked less like a skinhead gladiator and more like a scrumptious businessman whose hobby was bodybuilding. He had grown his black hair out so that it curled at his nape. He wore civilian clothes, too. Charcoal grey trousers, a crisp white shirt sans tie and a tailored black blazer that fit his broad shoulders like a caress.
And that is why, Cait, you can’t wait any longer to show him how you feel. That’s why you pledged to your gal pals, the Sassy Seven, that the next time Ram came home on leave you would strap on your cojones and tell him you wanted his toned bod in your bed!
"Because I cannot go on like this!” Finding no other man I want more has been a bitch! “And my friends are right. I’ll use the sex toys and seduce the man!"
Next to her, a woman who waited for another traveler raised a brow at her, then quickly stepped away.
Okay. So now I act a little loco.
Cait shoved her hands in her trouser pockets as she forced herself to meet the laughing, onyx gaze of the incredible hunk who rode down the escalator toward her. And lord, she couldn't help how her blood beat in her veins and how her body got all tingly just looking at the man who bounded down the last few steps, hauled her up in his arms and swung her around.
His lips, hot and firm, were on her ear, her cheek and, ever so briefly, on her own. "Caitlyn, you are a sight for sore eyes. How are you, honey?"
"Great. Now that you're here." She'd promised herself to be blunt with him this visit. No diplomacy. No hesitancy. No chummy Cait, best friend of his youngest sister. Just crazy-in-love-with-him woman. "And gee, do you look like hell!"

"This leave couldn't come soon enough for me." His two big hands pressed her against him so hard, Cait got pictures in her mind of how fierce he'd be in bed. Her body gushed in hot need. "I had to see you."

Sunday, November 1, 2015

SEALS, Soldiers, Delta Force and American Nurses who served in France during World War I! Cerise declares Military Month on her blog!

     November 11 we mark nearly a century since the end of the first WORLD WAR. Here in the States we tend to call it World War One. In Europe, they term it the Great War. "The war to end all wars" was not that at all.
     And so we mark November 11 each year to honor our war dead, our disabled military and our loved ones, lost in times of combat.
     For the next month, I will honor the military the way many of my author colleagues do all year long—by writing about them.
     I'll remind you of great romances by my pals and my own stories, too.

     I hope you will support my wonderful, talented colleagues just as you gain hours of enjoyment about those who serve.
     Among those who served, I will tell you about the women who served too. Twenty-one thousand women whom you have never heard of, those who volunteered to nurse American Doughboys in France, are those I will tell you about.
    In my other name, I write historicals of a different note.     HEROIC MEASURES recounts the story of thousands of women who become the Army Nurse Corps. This novel I researched for years at various facilities in the US and abroad in France. It comes with glowing reviews from the Army, other branches of the military, from nursing organizations and from readers. I hope you will buy this and enjoy it. It is available in digital and paperback. Please leave a review, too.
    If you would like to learn more about these courageous women who earned half what an Army private did and who worked 12-24-36 hours a day sometimes knee-deep in mud, please go to my blog about them, http://theyalsofought.blogspot.com

HEROIC MEASURES
In 1917, one young woman volunteers to nurse wounded Doughboys in France. Sailing far from home, working around the clock in a foreign land, she learns that courage takes on new meanings and comes in extraordinary forms. When she discovers love amid the chaos, she finds yet another way to define courage. And when the war ends and she sees that she is a different person from the one who volunteered, she learns the true meaning of courage and embraces new heroic measures of her own. 

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