Readers looking for an exhilarating thrill ride will find themselves drawn to this tale of a strong-willed woman making it in a man's world and the computer geek who's right there beside her as danger creeps ever closer. Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Heart Strike by M.L. Buchman then add it to your bookshelf when it releases tomorrow. In honor of this second installment in the Delta Force series US readers will want to make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a print copy of this book too!
SERGEANT RICHIE “Q” GOLDMAN: The smartest soldier on any team
SERGEANT MELISSA “THE CAT” MOORE: Newest on the team, determined to be the best
Rescued from an icy mountaintop by a Delta operative, Melissa Moore has never met a challenge she can’t conquer. Not only she will make Delta Force, she will be the best female warrior in The Unit, and woe to anyone who says otherwise. Technical wizard Richie Goldman is Bond’s “Q” turned warrior. A genius about everything except women, he takes point on the team’s most dangerous mission yet. When the Delta Force team goes undercover in the depths of the Colombian jungle, surviving attacks from every side requires that Richie and Melissa strike right at the heart of the matter…and come out with their own hearts intact.
Melissa felt as if she was fracturing inside her head.
Melissa The Cat, Richie’s Ilsa, could purr for months over what they just done. Richie was the best lover she’d ever had by far, and not just the incredible foreplay of the soapy massage.
She’d been fully aware of his own surprise when the warrior had been unleashed. Her only surprise was that the considerate guy had let him loose at all. That guy was every woman’s dream of a thoughtful, caring man.
Then there was the man she’d thought was the solider, the dangerous and confident Delta operator with the hint of green in his eyes.
There was a true warrior hidden deep within Richie Goldman and he was a devastating lover. His raw power and need all the stronger because of the contrast with the man Richie chose to be—because there was no question that every decision Richie made in his life was conscious. Except perhaps unleashing the breathtaking lover on her.
And while Melissa the Cat was thrilled to find such a one, Melissa Moore wasn’t interested in anything deeper. The sex was great, but Richie had returned and still nuzzled against her neck and said that it was the best place he’d ever been.
That she was the best place he’d ever been.
If it was still the nameless warrior, she’d know it was just the sex and she’d be fine with it. But it wasn’t; it was Richie, and he wasn’t just talking about the sex.
He’d obviously sensed the shift in her, for which she was sorrier than she’d expected. But he didn’t let her go. Instead he sat down carefully on the shower stall floor without breaking their connection, she still straddling him with her legs around his waist, her breasts pressed hard against his chest. The shower’s warm spray pattered over them as if washing away all sins. If only it was so easy.
“Hey, lover,” she brushed a hand down his smooth cheek and kissed him lightly.
“Hey,” he responded, but kept his eyes averted.
“Look at me."
And that simply, with no evasion, he did. His light brown eyes looked at her as if she was far more special than she really was.
“Maybe you should stop looking at me.” There wasn’t need there, but rather a knowing. As if he knew more about her than she did herself.
Rather than stopping, he smiled softly and brushed his lips over hers. “I’m so sorry."
“If you’re apologizing for the best sex of my life, I’m gonna smack you, Richie Goldman.” Crap! She hadn’t meant to say that.
“I wasn’t.” Then he blinked in surprise and whispered, “The best of your life?"
“Yes, damn you!” She really hadn’t meant to say that…even if it was true.
And there was her geek.
“I have to admit that it wasn’t the best of my life,” his tone might have been joking but she couldn’t tell. She seemed to be a complete sucker for Richie’s straight lines.
She tried to pull away to see him better, but his arms were still wrapped tightly around her back. If she wasn’t his best, at least he should have the decency not to point it out. She shoved again, but he didn’t let go.
“You were better than that,” he explained happily, clearly enjoying his own sense of humor. “I don’t even remember anyone else. How could I when you so overshadowed every one of them?"
Melissa made a raspberry sound of disbelief, “Such a smooth talker.” Except Richie wasn’t. Not the mild-mannered genius, who was always frank and forthright. Nor the wild lover, who didn’t speak at all. Maybe he was just trying to confuse her. She certainly hoped so, because if he was speaking truth, she was in far deeper water than she had any interest in.
He leaned in to nuzzle her neck again but she tugged on the back of his hair to keep him looking at her.
“Then what are you apologizing for?"
“For whoever hurt you so badly that you’d freeze up in my arms after what we just did together.” No joke this time. No merry twinkle. No half laugh at his own wit. Instead she was facing the soldier who was angry on her behalf. He could speak and he was pissed. More than that, if she read him right, Richie was equally furious in his own way.
No one except her brother had ever thought to be angry on her behalf. And absolutely no lover.
Unable to face his eyes any longer, she pulled his head back against her shoulder and tried to ignore how right it felt to hold him so close.
Melissa knew she wasn’t merely in over her head. She was down deep in a blue hole without even a scuba tank.
M. L. Buchman has over 35 novels and an ever-expanding flock of short stories in print. His military romantic suspense books have been named Barnes & Noble and NPR “Top 5 of the year,” Booklist “Top 10 of the Year,” and RT “Top 10 Romantic Suspense of the Year.” In addition to romantic suspense, he also writes contemporaries, thrillers, and fantasy and science fiction.
In among his career as a corporate project manager he has: rebuilt and single-handed a fifty-foot sailboat, both flown and jumped out of airplanes, designed and built two houses, and bicycled solo around the world.
He is now a full-time writer, living on the Oregon Coast with his beloved wife. He is constantly amazed at what you can do with a degree in Geophysics. You may keep up with his writing at www.mlbuchman.com.
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