The second installment in the Always a Marine anthology in 1Night Stand (1NS) line for Decadent Publishing. 1Night Stand is the business name of an exclusive online dating service run by Madame Evangeline who provides her clients with a possibility of happily ever after or happily for now.

Retreat Hell, She Just Got Here

Always a Marine #2

She’s one of the few…

Jazz has been one of the guys for over a decade, serving her country with distinction, but she longs to explore her femininity, to be desired as a woman, to flirt, cavort and fulfill every sexual desire.  When her mother, of all people, signs her up for a 1Night Stand, she’s not sure whether to be exhilarated or pissed.  She flew all the way to Las Vegas on the promise of a total escape, to be Jasmine for just one night, because tomorrow, she plans to re-up for another five years.

They’re two of the proud…

Logan Cavanaugh grew up across the street from his best friend and ‘brother’ Zach Evans. Inseparable, the two shared everything until a year before when an IED attack took out the Humvee they traveled in with Colonel Dexter. Zach suffered a concussion, but Logan’s injuries were far more extensive.  After a year of physical therapy, he can walk, but he’ll never run or love a woman again, or so he fears.  Logan seemed ready to accept his impotence until Zach came home. Now the ‘brothers’ are in Vegas to meet the perfect woman, the woman who can heal Logan’s confidence and masculinity.

They’re all Marines…

They’ve shared everything, but will one night be enough?

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Retreat Hell, She Just Got Here

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Knocking on the door took more willpower than walking down the long carpeted hallway from the elevators in the black Christian Louboutins with their fuck me red bottoms.  The four-inch heels added a sharp definition to her already muscled legs.  She’d been damn grateful for that uncomfortable wax job after she’d slipped on the satin and silk number that hugged every curve with just the slightest flare over her hips before it dropped down her thighs. The skirt’s slit left very little of her right leg to the imagination.

The heels forced a hip-rolling saunter and despite a brief moment of discomfort, every step increased the aura of the illusion she’d sought to create.  She felt almost desirable by the time she knocked on the door to 2106.  One deep breath and a roll of her head, she smiled when the door opened to a heart-stopping blonde in a white dress shirt and black pants.

Holy crap.

The white shirt’s four top buttons were open revealing a well-muscled chest decorated by sprigs of white blonde hair.  His sun kissed face broadened into a hesitant smile, but despite his open mouth, no words came out.

“Mr. Evans?”  She had little to go on beyond a brief physical description of each man and their names.  The blonde was Evans. The brunette would be Cavanaugh. But she hadn’t caught sight of him yet.

“Zach, ma’am.”  He found his voice and pulled the door the rest of the way open.  “Would you like to come in?”

Ordering the butterflies in her stomach to don battle gear, Jazz slid past him almost wishing he hadn’t stepped so far back.  She was curious to see if he was solid as he appeared.  But whatever hesitation she experienced imploded when the second man in the room rose to his feet.  A scar turned the left side of his mouth downwards, but the right side tipped up.  If she didn’t know better she would have read surprise in his expression.

“Mr. Cavanaugh,” she continued her entrance as Zach closed the door behind her.  Extending her hand, she wanted to see if he would meet her halfway.  Thankfully, he did.  The weight of his hand closed on hers and a thrill skated up her arm to spread a wild fire through her insides.  The mottled skin puckering his jaw and stretching down the side of his neck suggested an ugly burn, but did nothing to detract from his dark, handsome face.  If anything, it added gravitas to what might otherwise have been a sculpture of perfection.