Hello! Today I'm going to share an excerpt from ALWAYS HER WINGMAN, the first book in my Mars Squadron 17 series, which released earlier this year. Happy reading!
Excerpt from ALWAYS HER WINGMAN
Mars Squadron 17 book one
Closing her eyes before waiting for the medical team to leave,
Hannah quickly dozed off. She woke sometime later, side rails up on both sides
of the bed, the lights turned down low. She heard the heavy breaths of the rest
of her team. Thank goodness none of them
snore, or I likely would have suffocated them long ago.
Sitting up, she clicked down one of the rails and swung her
legs over the edge of the cot. No longer dreary, she wanted to set up a com
video link home to see and catch up with the people she loved. The occasional
e-mail from her dad hadn’t been enough to appease her mind that nothing had
changed.
She planted her feet on the floor, leaned forward, and pushed
her body up, hoping she didn’t end up in a heap. Her knees trembled a bit, but she
managed to steady herself before taking the first step. Putting one foot in
front of the other came as a struggle. Instead of air, she shuffled through
water. No, something thicker. Molasses. She didn’t know the location of the
communications link-up, but at the rate she traveled, she’d never make it out
of the room.
“You okay, Coriveau?”
Hannah gasped, slamming her hand to her chest. “Garish, you
scared me.”
“Sorry.” He turned onto his side, his crystal-blue eyes
somehow radiant in the dim light. On her most stressful days on Mars and aboard
the shuttle home, she would stare at him and find peace in the mesmerizing
color of his irises. Though she’d never tell him that, not wanting to give him
any indication he had a chance with her. “I just wanted to know if you need me
to call the medical staff or something. We’re not supposed to move around on
our own yet.”
Always looking out for her, and never a rule breaker, Garish remained
her wingman, during flight and now on the ground. “I’m good. Just wanted to
call home before we start therapy.”
“Liar. You’re not fine. You look like a toddler learning to
walk.”
So much for his marriage proposal. Now he hurled insults at
her. She rolled her eyes, sure she couldn’t be that bad. “Thanks, I appreciate
the support.”
“We’re back to Earth gravity here, Staff Sergeant. It’s okay
to admit your muscles aren’t what they used to be. You’re getting old, you
know.”
“Fuck off, Garish. I’m not even a month older than you. Let’s
see you try to walk to the door. I’ll race you.” Her knees objected, one giving
way before she took another step. She crashed to the floor, slapping her hands
on the titanium tiles to avoid a face plant. Her wrist snapped, but she sucked
in a breath, trying to ignore the hurt.
“You’re on. Off to a great start, I see.” Garish slid off his
bed, landing flat on his ass, his legs wobbling like jelly.
“You, too.” Hannah laughed, struggling back to her feet. He
already had a height advantage, plus his bed was closer to the exit. But she
would beat him. She had to, for her own dignity.
The next few strides came easy, inertia helping her along. She’d
moved to the side to avoid crashing into Garish when a surge of pain ripped up her
leg. Reaching out for whatever she could, Hannah grasped his shirt in an
attempt to remain standing.
Garish spun around, his eyes fierce. “Cheater.”
But the glare didn’t last long. He fell backward, his eyes
widening and jaw dropping open as he plummeted toward the floor.
She didn’t realize he’d grabbed her hips until she tumbled
toward him with no chance to stop herself. She crashed onto his chest, the air
forced from her lungs. Her chin smacked the top of his rib cage, snapping her
jaw and making her eyes water. Sucking in air, she tasted blood.
“Shit, Coriveau, are you all right?”
She licked her lip, finding the source of the blood. “I think
so. Just bit my lip. You?”
“Um....” He groaned, shifting underneath her.
And then she felt it, his semi-hard cock obvious against her
stomach. She gazed into his eyes, lit up with blue flames, igniting her too-long-dormant
desires.
Her heart thumped against her rib cage. She couldn’t move, didn’t
know if she wanted to. Every nerve ending tingled, those in contact with him on
fire.
He lifted his head, and she sank deeper into his heated gaze.
His lips brushed hers, sweeping across the open wound, lingering until he
kissed her. Slow, sweet, and oh so magical. Her skin sizzled from his touch.
Wrapping his hands under her thighs, he pulled her closer.
Why didn’t I let him kiss me
sooner?
He pulled away, and she whimpered, desperate for more.
Resting his head back on the floor, he gave her the lopsided grin she’d come to
adore. “I’ve always wanted you, Hannah.”
About ALWAYS HER WINGMAN:
Staff Sergeant Hannah Coriveau dedicated the
last five years to the Space Military Command. Heading back to Earth, she’s
ready to begin civilian life and reunite with her parents and the boyfriend she
left behind. The person she’ll miss most is Garish—her wingman, best friend,
and the one who made her regret not being single.
Senior Airman Colin Garish wants his squadron
leader. Bad. After spending so much time by her side—both in the Martian skies
and on the red planet—being her friend isn’t enough. When Hannah learns of her
boyfriend’s infidelity, Colin is there to comfort her.
Before Colin has the chance to confess his
feelings, Hannah receives worse news from home. Her father is dying. Seeing her
devastation, Colin remains the friend she desperately needs. But in her grief,
she pushes him away. Will Hannah let him back in her life when they land on
Earth? Or will Colin never get the chance to win her heart?
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