How do you let go of soul-crushing guilt when a life is lost in your hands? By allowing someone else to save you. My name is guilt. Her name is Christine. As a Combat Medic, saving lives isn’t an occupation, it’s my identity. A persona I’m struggling with as I wander from job to job, unable to commit to feeling anything for anyone. Except my squad. I love my squad like brothers. Sometimes they’re too perceptive for their own good. “How was your first day?” Snake asks. “Meet any cute women?” He has a one-track mind. “Mostly privates,” I laugh, Christine’s sexy body swaying through my distracted mind at this exact moment. “You did!” Snake hoots. “You’re fucking blushing!” Shit. I’m never going to live this down. But at least they’re brutally honest. I can’t be that candid with Christine, not when my body is in charge. So how exactly is it possible she manages to push my hot button within twenty minutes of our first therapy session? Because we have insane chemistry. Because she’s an excellent doctor. Because we’re destined to be one. If I can stop screwing up by storming out of our sessions, and walking out of her apartment leaving her crying, I have a shot. I might just open my heart long enough for her to crawl in and help me release the traumatic memories of the past. She deserves a man of honesty, honor, respect, and integrity. My mission is clear. That man must be me. Matthis is a steamy, tender, heartfelt contemporary romance story. If you love happy endings where the good guy finishes first, enlist in his squad today.

I’m an honorable heroic soldier. I’m a compassionate dedicated son. But what my body craves, is to be an intoxicated lovestruck fool. Cue Michelle. I never knew how desperately my bleeding heart was in need of repair. Until I began to fail everyone in my life, especially my father. The squad convinced me to call in backup. What could go wrong having a nice middle-aged woman keep him company? Nothing. Except she’s a young beautiful sexy fire-engine-red-haired woman. A nurse. A lover. Our chemistry is instant, her compassion sweeping through my body as our paths begin to collide in an out of my house. But I didn’t see this coming. Neither did she. Drake overstepped his bounds and wore out his welcome. I hate myself for talking harshly to him. He’s hurting as deeply as me. The sudden 911 call stopped my heart, a life on the line. I’m a damn Combat Medic, but I couldn’t save him. Not this time. I’ll need to swallow my pride and trust God has a plan. Because in this moment, I’ve just lost everything.

She’s given me everything, but she can’t cure me. If I don’t find a way to reign in this paralyzing fear, there’ll be no one left to love. "Nooooo!" I scream, bolting up in bed, covered in dripping wet sheets. "Drake, you're alright." My soft sweet sensual Rebecca, my high school love, the woman I intend to marry. If I can stop these nightmares from decimating every aspect of my life. I’m already in deep with the boss. I’ve been late more times than he can count. Thank God for Chuck. I have no one else to run to, not even my squad. “Drake,” she breathes, as my eager lips continue pursuing her beautiful mouth. “We need to talk.” Those four small words strike fear in the hearts of men everywhere. I’ve screwed up big. So big she may be unable to forgive me despite the impending news. She wanted her mother this time, not me. Everett will take me in. He has to. He promised. Blood brothers to the end. Will my asinine inebriated actions cost him a chance with his forever girl? Will Rebecca, and her parents, forgive me when I return? What will it take to eliminate my paralyzing fear and give her happily ever after? An army. Good thing I know a few good men. Drake is a steamy, heartwarming, tender military romance. If you love happy endings where the good guy finishes first, enlist in his squad today.

Sweet sexy fiancé. Check. Career helping soldiers. Check. Overprotective mother. Check. Cancer? Hell to the no. Not on my watch. Have mercy. If my mother tries to wipe spicy spaghetti sauce from my dirty mouth one more time, I’ll lose my temper. At least she didn’t lick the napkin first. I have to swallow some patience. She only has me now. Jake is in heaven. Thank Divine Providence for Sarah James. She loves me in ways I can’t possibly imagine. Which is why I have to keep a secret. The symptoms were only minor. My diagnosis was never supposed to take a serious turn. What if I can’t fulfill my husbandly duties? Time to call in Cyrus, my second in command. He promised to pick her up when I let her go. Squad brothers never fail one another. Other people come first, no matter what. So, what do I do when the one who needs rescuing is me? I take a hard look in the mirror, accept the truth, and call in reinforcements. Otherwise, I could lose my job, my fiancé, and my life. Ian is a steamy, honest, feelgood military romance. If you love happy endings where the good guy finishes first, enlist in his squad today.

Lauralynn was on her hands and knees when I first kissed her. She sets my pants and heart on fire. So how do I choose between her love and my moral obligation to fulfill a covert mission? Every aspect of my life has been painstakingly scrutinized to ensure ultimate success. Starting a relationship is out of the question. That’s the price I’m willing to pay for perfection. At least that’s the B.S. I keep telling myself. The squad thinks my life is charmed. “How’s the fancy pants job, Cyrus? You rich yet?” Snake is a smartass through and through. “Hell yes. Want to see my Audi R8 parked out front, the one with the hot girl inside?” I smile internally at the recollection of my sparring match this morning with Lauralynn. Women think they’re always right. “Your gas line is too short!” she exclaimed. “Your stove is too big!” I retorted. Lord have mercy. I love a confident, sexy well-bottomed woman. I don’t tolerate a disrespectful or condescending attitude towards them. Her father has crossed the line twice, her aristocratic breeding ensuring compliance to him. In the army, we’re expertly trained to smell a rat. My anger is rising that not only is he involved in the million-dollar equipment heist last night, but he organized the crime. And I’m being set up to take the fall. The honor of my good name, and the golden-blonde goddess I want to protect, is riding on collecting hard evidence against the thief. I pray she’ll forgive me. Cyrus is a steamy, feelgood, tenderhearted military romance. If you love happy endings where the good guy finishes first, enlist in his squad today.

He’s saved lives. He’s saved the day. But he’ll need a God-given miracle to save her. The moment our eyes met, I was hers. Instantly. Unconditionally. I would have obtained her number, but I was full commando. Not appropriate. Our paths crossed again; her free open spirit willing to take a chance with me. I even brought flowers. Commander Brigham nearly shut the door in my face when I called for her that first night. Everyone thought I was joking, including Matthis. But she turned out to be real. Oh so intoxicatingly real. I can move fast, but her intense urgency to be intimate with me set off blaring alarm bells. She’s sheltered. She’s needy. She’s sick. So am I. My spinal injuries may never fully heal. Re-enlisting is out of the question. At least I have a trusted squad member to set me right. “Snake?” Matthis asks, walking across the rehab floor. “Good Morning, handsome,” I say with a broad smile and an uncomfortably long handshake. “You can’t be serious; you’re my next appointment?” He’s half laughing and half thoroughly confused. “Yes, Maam, doctor’s orders. I expect you to keep your hands where I can see them, Sergeant.” I always play by the rules and follow orders. No one denies the Commander. I’m a dedicated, loyal soldier. Someone needs to come to my rescue before I make the biggest mistake of my life and leave her. I love her. For as long as she has left. Snake is a steamy, heartbreaking, tender military romance. If you love happy endings where the good guy finishes first, enlist in his squad today.