BREAKING THE RULES

Uniformly Hot!

Subject: Max St. James, U.S. Army Sergeant First Class
Current Status: On leave after a year in Afghanistan.
Mission: Take some R & R. Check up on a buddy’s little sister.
Obstacle: Sophia Castillo. Independent, stubborn…and hot enough to make him forget she’s anybody’s “little sister”!

Max may be off duty, but he still has one last job to do. He’s promised To  look in on—but not fool around with!—his best friend’s kid sister.  Only once he meets Sophia, all thought of keeping his hands to himself go out the window.

Sophia, however, has different ideas. A recent widow, the last thing she needs is another man telling her what to do. Even if that gorgeous man leaves her drooling in a puddle of lust….

It’s a battle of wills. Who will end up on top?

Max breaks every rule in the book to keep Sophia in his bed. After all, all’s fair in love and war. And Max is counting on life with Sophia being a little bit of both.

ISBN-10: 0373795963 ♦ ISBN-13: 978-0-373-79596-3
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EXCERPT

Did anything say professional like two women wrapped around a preposterously proportioned penis?

Could this get any more humiliating? With a quick wince, Sophia pushed her dark hair off her face and, hoping for the best, straightened the collar of her ruffled poet’s blouse before turning around.
It only took two seconds for her blood to heat. For her heart to race. Breath catching in her chest, she stared.

It was him. Her fantasy guy. The sexy soldier from Rico’s picture. And he was even better live and in person. Cut military-short, his mahogany hair glinted with hints of red. Laughter danced in his deeply, intense melt-her-heart brown eyes as they met hers.

Sophia wet her suddenly parched lips and tried to catch her breath. His gaze shifted from amusement to masculine appreciation, the look making her stomach jitter. The man was pure, three-dimensional nirvana. The long sleeves of his blue pinstriped button up shirt couldn’t disguise his wide shoulders, his muscled biceps.

He was like a dream come to life. And maybe, she pressed her hand against her stomach, just maybe she wasn’t ready to try and handle dreams in real life. They were so much safer in pictures.

It was like getting hit with a sexual force-field. Towering a good four inches over her five-foot-ten in heels self, he exuded power. Charisma. Pure sexual energy.

“Can I have you—I mean, help you?”