When Sarah, digital and social media coordinatorâ€”or â€˜digi-chickâ€™, as sheâ€™s been calledâ€”is asked to babysit the special guest at the Jets Rugby League Clubâ€™s annual Anzac Day clash, sheâ€™s hesitant. What will the returning war hero, wounded from battle, think when he lays eyes on her dyed, flaming red hair and her face full of metal piercings? More than likely, the rule-following, uniform-wearing conformist will take one look at her and double-time it away from her feral-looking behind.
But the sexual attraction that sizzles between Sarah and Dylan is evident from their first touch, and despite both having built walls around their hearts, as protection from childhood loss and pain, they are keen to take advantage of the sheet-scorching, orgasm-exploding sexual tension that is simmering between them.
Of course, falling in love was never part of the plan.
Sarahâ€™s Soldier, book 6 in my League of Love Series is a contemporary erotic story set in Australia. My soldier in this story, Dylan,Â is going throughÂ some tough times after being wounded in the line of duty. While writing Dylan’s story I could not stop thinking aboutÂ aÂ close family friend, a young manÂ serving in the Australian ArmyÂ who has been deployed to some of those scary places we see on the news, and give thanks that he has returned homeÂ to us unharmedÂ each time.
I will be giving away a PDF copy of Sarahâ€™s Soldier, book 6 in my League of Love series, to one randomly chosen commenter.
Here is an excerpt from Sarah’s Soldier.
â€œBedside drawer, top one, should be a packet in thereâ€¦for emergency use.â€ She giggled.
Sarah watched as Dylan stretched out his long arm and opened the drawer, his biceps and muscles bulging and rippling, so masculine and drool-worthy that she had to lick her lips to make sure she wasnâ€™t making a fool of herself
â€œFound them.â€ Dylan placed the box between their chests. â€œNot opened yet, thenâ€¦ So is it a new purchase, or you donâ€™t have many emergencies?â€ he asked, a grin on his face as he tapped her lightly on the nose.
â€œIâ€™m not sure if I should answer that question. If I say â€˜new purchaseâ€™ youâ€™ll think I bring men to my bed all the time, but if I say â€˜no emergenciesâ€™, maybe youâ€™ll think I bring men to my bed who are prepared. When the truth of the matter is, I donâ€™t usually bring men to my bed at all.â€ Sarah felt her face heat at her blatant admission. But it was the truth. The way she lived her lifeâ€”either behind a computer screen designing websites or working with the Jets as their digi-chickâ€”she just didnâ€™t meet available men. Not counting with her trusty vibrator, Sarah could hardly remember the last time sheâ€™d orgasmedâ€”before tonight, that was.
Sarah caught sight of an emotion that flickered over Dylanâ€™s face, but wasnâ€™t sure what it was. There was a definite change in the way he looked at herâ€”the smile he had been wearing had suddenly disappeared. She hoped he hadnâ€™t found something wrong with her admission. Dylanâ€™s next words stilled her worry.
â€œOh, baby, that is such a turn-on. You have no idea how pleased I am you thought enough of me to bring me here. Makes a soldier feel blessed.â€ Dylan kissed her, taking his time to explore her mouth, the condom box crushed between them.
Sarah moved her hands to Dylanâ€™s shoulder and froze as she felt the welted skin beneath her fingertips. Her breath hitched and as they were still lip-locked, Dylan obviously noticed. She felt him shake his head because their lips did a little dance with the movement, but he resumed his delicious assault on her mouth.
Her head was swimming. Just ignore it, move your hand away, get back in the game, Sarah, she mentally admonished herself. But it was too late. Dylan had felt the change in her, her distraction from their kiss, and he pulled his mouth away.
â€œIs it a turn-off, Redâ€”my shoulder? I know itâ€™s not pretty, and feels even worse. Iâ€™ll understand if itâ€™s too much. Why donâ€™t I put my shirt back on soâ€¦?â€
Sarah was mortified at herself, at her reactions. The sadness in Dylanâ€™s voice, his acceptance that she might even consider his war wounds a turn-off had her reeling.
â€œNo, itâ€™s nothing like that, Dylan. Iâ€™m sorry. I got distracted thinking more about what you had gone through to have such a scar, thinking of you being hurt. Honestly, there is nothing about you that I find a turn-offâ€”in fact, Iâ€™d go out on a limb and say you are the sexiest man Iâ€™ve ever seen. Does it hurt when I touch the scar?â€
Sarah paused for a moment, wondering if she should ask the next question, finding it impossible not to. â€œWhat happened to you, Dylan?â€
As soon as the question had fallen from her lips, Sarah knew she shouldnâ€™t have gone there. She felt Dylanâ€™s whole body tense beneath hers, actually saw him withdrawing from her, his once hungry, passion-filled eyes turning glassy, distant. It was as if he was staring right through her, did not see her lying naked on top of him. Their faces were mere inches from one another, but at that moment Dylan was someplace else. She had to do something to bring him back to her, could have slapped herself for speaking the words and for being sidetracked by the injury.
â€œDylan, you donâ€™t have to answer that. Itâ€™s none of my business,â€ she stammered. â€œJust forget I asked anything. Let me assure you, mister, I am totally hot and aching for you. That hasnâ€™t changed.â€ Sarah cupped Dylanâ€™s cheek with her hand, trying to regain his attention.
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