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Callie Croix was born from a dare from my other pen name’s editor. It’s true. And now that I’ve fallen to the dark side (aka writing erotic romance), there’s no going back!

I write about military/ex-military heroes because I can’t help myself, and because I admire our men and women in uniform so much. Thanks to all of you that serve, and a big thanks to the families left at home, making daily sacrifices on our behalf.

Callie 😉


Publisher: Carina Press
Release Date: January 14th, 2013
ISBN-13:  978-14268-9492-3
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Format: eBook
Length: Novella (53,000 words)

Blurb: Navy SEAL Reid Galvin is back from hell and eager to find comfort in Becca Anderson’s arms. He knows he hurt her when he cut contact during his deployment, so when his call interrupts her date with another man, he has only himself to blame. But he can’t forget what she means to him—or the sexy email she sent him—and he won’t miss this chance to claim her as his own.

It’s been weeks since Becca heard from the man she thought she was involved with. So when Reid wants to take up where they left off as if nothing happened, she refuses. Then he rescues her from a first date gone very wrong, and she realizes she’s not quite ready to let him go.

Reid and Becca have a lot to talk about, but since she’s not listening, he’s going to have to regain her trust another way—by bringing her most erotic fantasies to life. Making her surrender to pleasure just might be his most important mission.

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Gathering her courage, she set her hands on his hard shoulders and fixed her gaze on the hollow of his throat. “When you stopped contacting me, I thought it was your way of saying you’d moved on.”

Reid shook his head and leaned down. Becca tensed as his warm breath teased her jaw. His lips brushed the curve of her neck, right where it met her shoulder, making her shiver with a heady combination of nerves and need. This man could tear her up inside. “No way, beautiful. I told you I’d come back to you.”

The endearment helped take away some of the ache in her heart, but didn’t erase the uncertainty. “So what do you want from me? Sex?” Despite how badly he’d hurt her by shutting her out, she still wanted him. If that was all she could have of him, she’d take it this one last time.

Reid raised his head slowly and met her eyes, the censure in his gaze slicing into her. “I’ve thought about you every single day since I left.”

She blinked in surprise. “Then why did you—”

His thumb swept over her cheek, down to brush across her lower lip, leaving tingles in its wake. “God, I’ve missed you.” The haunted look on his face alarmed her. Something was wrong, and he wouldn’t tell her what it was. Before she could answer, he looked beyond her, gesturing across the room with a jerk of his chin, his expression closed. “That the mirror you told me about?”

Startled, she followed his gaze to the antique oval cheval mirror she’d bought right after he’d left, set in the corner of the room. A quick rush of heat flowed through her as understanding dawned. He knew what it represented, why she’d bought it. “Yes,” she whispered, her body suddenly empty and aching for him as she realized his intent. At least, she hoped she did.

Hold me. Touch me. Make me forget.

He drew a callused fingertip down the side of her throat, over the exposed curve of her shoulder. With him looming over her, she felt fragile all of a sudden. “I’ve been thinking a lot about that mirror the past few weeks,” he continued. “That fantasy you wrote me about. Remember it?”

Blood rushed to her face, a heavy throb settling between her legs. “I remember.” Like she could forget that X-rated email? Her sex clenched in anticipation at the thought of acting out her explicit fantasy. Of giving herself to him in a way she’d never done for another man but had always dreamed of. Reid was the only man she’d met who made her want to explore her most secret desires. Now he’d saved her and was standing in front of her with all that heat in his eyes…

Oh, God.

Swallowing, she tried to slow her slamming heart. His mood and actions all made a strange sort of sense now. Him taking her by surprise when she’d stepped out of the bathroom, being so detached and mysterious about everything. Exactly what she’d described in the fantasy. But she still wanted answers.

“Why now?” she demanded. There was still so much unresolved between them. Giving up the kind of control the fantasy demanded was risky.

“I came to see you the first chance I got. I told you I would.” His arm tightened around her waist in a possessive, protective move, stirring up needs she knew she should bury. Dropping his voice to a velvet whisper, he added, “And I didn’t like seeing you with him tonight.”

Rather than anger her, his admission filled her with a thrill of satisfaction. More heat slid through her, making her knees weak. “That’s a pretty territorial thing for a guy like you to say.”

“Yeah. You seem to bring that out in me.” Before she could answer he tipped her face up. His deep brown eyes were full of shadows she wanted to wipe away. “When I spent the night with you that first time, I told you what I was, what I did. I’ve never told any other woman that.”

The implication slowly penetrated her brain. “So…you’re saying you’re more serious about me than the others you’ve hooked up with before? Because that’s not how it feels to me.”

His eyes narrowed. “It doesn’t feel like I’m serious about you?” One strong hand buried itself in her hair and tilted her head back. “Then how about this?” She gasped into his mouth when his lips covered hers.

Hot. Hungry. On the edge of desperate.

She dug her fingers into his shoulders for support as she opened for him, whimpering at the sensual feel of his tongue stroking her mouth, the heady taste of him. Reid kissed better than any man she’d ever been with, and this was one she knew she’d remember for the rest of her life. His powerful body vibrated with suppressed hunger. He didn’t plunge his tongue in and out like he was trying to conquer her; he caressed and seduced, made her ache and strain against him in the most delicious way as she responded helplessly.

He pulled back far too soon. Her legs were unsteady and she was breathing hard. His eyes bored into hers, burning with heat and something deeper she couldn’t make out. “I’ve thought about you every single day I’ve been gone and every damn time I closed my eyes to grab some sleep when I could get it. I remember every single fucking word you ever wrote to me while I was away, including every single detail of that fantasy.”

His admission took her breath away. Those hands held her head still, forcing her to meet his gaze. Powerful hands capable of lethal force, yet they cradled her so carefully despite his anger. He’d always touched her with such gentleness. But she’d always wanted to see the other side of him too.

Frustration pulsed off him. “You thought I’d moved on? Not a chance in hell. I’ve been dreaming about seeing you and doing this for weeks, of making it real for both of us. I want to watch you, feel you give in to whatever I do to you. Sometimes thinking about that was all that got me through the day while I was over there.”

Her throat closed up at the stark emotion in his voice. Too stunned to speak, she couldn’t reply as vivid images scrolled through her mind: her helpless beneath him while he took her to the brink of madness with his hands, his mouth. The way his muscles would bunch beneath her palms when he at last settled between her thighs and drove into her aching core. She wanted that. Wanted him so badly she shook with it. Only she needed it to mean something more to him than fulfilling a fantasy.

Long fingers slid around her nape, squeezing the taut muscles. “Say yes.” The words held a note of desperate longing that made her heart constrict.

Swallowing convulsively, she struggled to find her voice. “I…”

Holding her captive, Reid bent his head and touched his forehead to hers. He lowered his voice to a murmur, his voice a deep rasp of need that scraped over every sensitized nerve ending in her body. “Say yes, Bec. Let me make it real.”

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