Wingman by Emmy Curtis – Spotlight and Giveaway

Long and Short Reviews welcomes Emmy Curtis whose latest book Wingman, the second book in her Elite Opss series was released on Friday, November 3. In celebration of the release, the publisher is giving away 15 digital copies! See the link at the end of the post.

The higher the risk, the harder the fall.

Maj. Missy Malden loves her job, her plane, and its pilot-not that she could ever let him know. He’s way too cocky, way too sexy, and in their job, any distraction is way too dangerous. But when a training exercise spirals out of control, Missy’s in the hot seat, and Conrad’s the only one who can bail her out . . .

Lt. Col. Francis Conrad has always valued Missy too much as his weapons specialist to ever tell her how he really feels. But now that she’s been accused of treason, he can’t sit back and let her fly solo. To keep her safe, he’ll put everything on the line-his career, his heart, and even his life.

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She shook her head. “I don’t see any of this ending well for us.”

“I promise I’ll provide conjugal visits if you end up in the slammer,” he said.

“You’ll provide them? Like, you’ll send someone? Do I get to pick…?”

He grabbed her chin and made her face him. “No one gets to touch you except me. Not on my watch.” He hesitated after he said the words, and she wondered if he realized how cheesy-movie he sounded.

She tried not to laugh, and his eyes narrowed at her effort. In less than a second his lips were on hers. Rampant desire flooded her body as his tongue thrust into her mouth, dominating her. Damn.

She kissed him back, matching him touch for touch, stroke for stroke. Without skipping a beat, he knelt in front of her, and put his hands around her back to stop her from moving away from him on the playground swing.

He angled his head, almost punishing her mouth with a ferocity that set her on fire. She grabbed his head and pulled him even closer, reveling in the burst of desire that turned her thoughts to mush.

His fingers grasped the bottom of her t-shirt and yanked it over her head. Her nipples hardened at the contact with the cool air.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful in moonlight,” he whispered as his lips descended to her breasts. He tongued each nipple, sending spirals of excitement through her body, and then bit them, making her back arch, and her head to tip back in surrender.

He pulled at one nipple as his hands dragged her underwear shorts down and off.

God help her; she was naked, on a swing, on Nellis Air Force Base. And she was supposed to be under house arrest. The frisson of terror and excitement set her nerve endings on fire. She felt every waft of breeze on her skin as if it were someone’s fingers, every breath she took felt as if she were inhaling freedom and inhibition.

About the Author:Emmy Curtis is an editor and a romance writer. An ex-pat Brit, she quells her homesickness with Cadbury Flakes and Fray Bentos pies. She’s lived in London, Paris and New York, and has settled for the time being, in North Carolina. When not writing, Emmy loves to travel with her military husband and take long walks with their Lab. All things considered, her life is chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny. And if you get that reference…well, she already considers you kin.

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Risk of Exposure by Emmy Curtis – Spotlight

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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by the publisher for today’s release of Emmy Curtis’ newest book Risk of Exposure.

5_3 EMMY Curtis_RiskofExposure_EbookThey’re tough. They’re brave. And they’ll do anything for the women they love. They’re the Alpha Ops. In the tradition of Suzanne Brockmann and Julie Ann Walker comes a sizzling new high-octane romantic suspense novel from rising star Emmy Curtis.

British former SAS operative, Mal Garrett is sent on a covert mission to protect his boss’s daughter, an aid worker in Ukraine. But Abbie Williams is not, in fact, an aid worker. Unknown even to her father, she’s a covert CIA officer whose cover involves working for Aide Internationale.

When Abbie meets Mal for the first time, her long-dormant sex drive revs into high gear, shocking her in its ferocity. But as their chemistry reaches critical mass, they’re both re-tasked to different missions.

Reluctant to let each other go, they pursue their new orders, not realizing until it’s too late that they have been pitted against each other. With betrayal the weapon of choice in their business, can they survive their missions together without turning traitor?

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THE ALPHA OPS SERIES

DANGEROUS TERRITORY, #1
OVER THE LINE, #2
PUSHING THE LIMIT, #3
BLOWBACK, #4
COMPROMISED, #5
RISK OF EXPOSURE, #6

About the Author: Emmy Curtis is an editor and a romance writer. An ex-pat Brit, she quells her homesickness with Cadbury Flakes and Fray Bentos pies. She’s lived in London, Paris and New York, and has settled for the time being, in North Carolina. When not writing, Emmy loves to travel with her military husband and take long walks with their Lab. All things considered, her life is chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny. And if you get that reference…well, she already considers you kin.

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Over the Line by Emmy Curtis – Launch Day Blitz and Giveaway

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This post is part of a launch day blitz for the release of Over the Line by Emmy Curtis. Leave a comment for a chance to win a digital copy of the book.

10_7 Curtis_Over The Line_E-bookJUST HOW FAR WILL HE GO . . .

Army Special Forces Sergeant Beth Garcia owes James Walker big-time for saving her life in Afghanistan. So the least she can do is agree to be his rock-climbing partner. After a year of physical therapy, she’s finally eligible for deployment again, and what better way to celebrate than a weekend with a sexy Air Force hero? She’s prepared to kick his ass at climbing-until James reveals what he really has in mind . . . Pretending to be engaged wasn’t the most brilliant idea James ever had. Neither was dragging Beth to his sister’s wedding. The competitive tomboy is a far cry from the type of woman his family usually pushes on him. Yet Beth is more exciting than anyone he’s ever met, and James has a feeling that if he can get her in bed, she’ll blow his mind. They’re just supposed to be acting-but as the wedding weekend wears on, Beth and James have a fighting chance at something real and much more lasting . . .

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He had just decided on her shoulder, and stuck out his hand to stop her trajectory, when she gave a small kick, moving just a tiny bit faster than he had anticipated. He knew exactly what was going to happen only a fraction of a second before it did.

Yup, right on her breast.

She didn’t flinch or raise her head. She just said, “Forward, much?” and splashed some water at him as she came to a halt.

He snatched his hand back, saying, “I was aiming for your shoulder, but the target moved at the last minute.” But even as he said it, he knew his grin was the biggest fucking giveaway ever.

Beth laughed, just loud enough to be heard. “Good thing you had better aim in Afghanistan, or neither of us would be here to touch my boob.”

The thought of her touching her own breast was almost enough for him to go from zero to “that never happens, I’m so sorry” in just a few seconds. Fuck the presidents.

“Well, that would be a crime. The thought of neither of us being able to touch them.” In for a penny, in for a pound, was that what she’d said? “That night in Afghanistan, you know, before you carelessly got yourself shot, when you reached to check the .50-caliber gun, I saw the smallest part of your bra. I never forgot that. And then when I cut off your pants and realized your panties were the same color, it was a feat of superhuman strength that kept my mind on administering first aid and trying to stop you from dying. I mean, for a moment, it could have gone either way.”

“Really? Either way, huh?” She flipped herself upright and treaded water next to him, getting closer and closer. Beth took his hand in hers and drew it down. Down past her waist. And touched it to her hipbone. Then, lower, so his fingers were slowly stroking from her hip downward. When he touched her skin instead of her swimsuit, he swallowed. It took every ounce of strength in his body not to press his fingers against her center, slide them under her swimsuit and feel her heat.

Instead she stroked his fingers lightly over her scar. It felt soft, but slightly ragged. In seconds he had flashed back to when he thought he’d lost her. Frantically pushing back the tide of fear, trying to get the pararescuers to land and take her to safety. Some other emotion overwhelmed him, overtook his pure lust for her, and he slid his hand around her wet neck and pulled her the few inches to him.

Her lips were soft, yielding. For a second. Then she slid her free hand around his hips and brought him against her. Electricity shot through him. There was nothing hotter than a woman who took what she wanted. Nothing.

Her mouth opened under his assault and he slid his tongue against hers. He had an overpowering need to hold her, to bask in her, to protect her. His mouth pressed against hers as if he was keeping her alive somehow. Breathing life into her.

Suddenly they were underwater, sinking into the warmth of each other and the water. He maneuvered her to the side of the pool and slid her up the wall so that they could breathe again. Bracing her against the wall, he held her up while he kissed her, pulling away only to bite at her water-slicked neck.

She shuddered under his touch, as if he had just brought her back to life.

“We shouldn’t do this,” she murmured. He didn’t hear her as much as felt the tremor in her neck.

“Hmm?” James said, mouth still on her neck.

“We shouldn’t do this,” she said, a little more clearly this time.

James pulled away to assess his ability to persuade her, but only heard his father’s voice.

“No, you really shouldn’t,” it said.

About the Author:Emmy Curtis is an editor and a romance writer. An ex-pat Brit, she quells her homesickness with Cadbury Flakes and Fray Bentos pies. She’s lived in London, Paris and New York, and has settled for the time being, in North Carolina. When not writing, Emmy loves to travel with her military husband and take long walks with their Lab. All things considered, her life is chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny. And if you get that reference…well, she already considers you kin.

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Release Blitz and Giveaway: Dangerous Territory by Emmy Curtis

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Welcome to the launch day for Dangerous Territory by Emmy Curtis. This novella is only ***$0.99*** so be sure and check it out.  Leave a comment for a chance to win a digital copy of Dangerous Territory  via NetGalley *US only*

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A SEXY STRANGER

Flirting with danger is reporter Grace Grainger’s modus operandi. But she’s learned the hard way not to grow attached to the soldiers she’s embedded with in Afghanistan. To escape from her pain and loneliness, she fantasizes about the hot night she spent with a gorgeous stranger three years before in D.C. Grace never thought she’d see him again-let alone need him to rescue her . . .

AN EXPLOSIVE NIGHT

Air Force Master Sergeant Josh Travers knows journalists are nothing but trouble. So when he has to risk the lives of his team to save some reporter who’s been separated from her patrol, he’s not happy-until he recognizes her stunning eyes and delicious curves. Josh has never wanted a woman like he wants Grace. Even in an Afghan cave with a sandstorm and enemy troops closing in, he can’t deny the desire. This might be the end for both of them-or one hell of a beginning.

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He withdrew his arm from her shoulders and grabbed his water bottle. “Do you want to rehydrate?”

“Sure, I drank all my water in the M-RAP.”

“Here.” He reached up into the darkness and his hand collided with bare skin. He felt further up and encountered more bare skin. “What the…?”

“Oh! That’s embarrassing. When you bought me in from the bathroom, I had only put my panties back on. My jeans are still out there.”

“What? You take your pants off to pee?” He was getting a strange insight into women here, and he was incredibly uncomfortable and intrigued. Not about the pee, but about the type of woman who felt comfortable enough to take off her clothes in the middle of a war zone.

“I don’t have a dick, you know. How did you expect me to pee?”

“You might not have a dick, but you have balls,” he said grudgingly. “Do you want me to get your pants?”

“It’s okay. I’ll get them. I know where I left them.” Her voice trailed off as she went around the corner toward the entrance to the cave.

“No wait!” he hissed. Shit. What was he thinking, letting her wander around outside. He jumped to his feet, ignoring the pain that shot up his leg, and rounded the corner, to see her perfectly silhouetted in the mouth of the cave against the moonlit sky. “Get down!”

She turned to look at him instead of ducking. Damned civilians. He launched himself at her, pulling her to the ground, but trying to brace her fall. He didn’t really succeed.

Breath huffed out of her as he landed right on top of her. “Shh,” he said against her ear. In the distance, he could hear voices. With the echoes it was difficult to know if they belonged to people who were directly in front of them or across the valley. And suddenly, as the voices drifted off into the distance, he became aware of her body under his. The silence. When he moved slightly, his mind shifted to the perfect night they shared in D.C. The night he’d thought about so often. The night that had sustained him through some difficult deployments. He’d wanted to find her, but was honestly too scared to let go of his fantasy. Reality always sucked, and her being a damn reporter sucked the most.

He raised himself on his forearm and whispered against her ear, “Are you all right?”

She nodded, causing her short black hair to brush against his face. He closed his eyes and inhaled. His body weakened, and then got a lot harder. Fuck, he almost wanted to cry. He had dreamed of being this close to her again, to be on top of her, to be able to feel her scent overwhelm him again. But hell. Fate had played a dirty trick. Here, in a fucking cave in Afghanistan. What a fuck up.

She moved under him, and holy shit, he was sure she had moaned. Or wait, maybe that was a groan. “Am I hurting you?” he asked, suddenly concerned.

“In ways you can’t possibly imagine.” She let out a sigh. “No, I’m fine. I might need help up, though.”

He pulled himself off her and helped her up, and was very, very glad for the darkness of the cave. He knew his dick was tenting his BDUs. Thank god no one could see him. Then she stood to one side and the moon shone directly at him.

“Well, soldier, is that a night vision scope in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”

“I’m a fucking airman, not a soldier. And what did you expect, you writhing under me when I was just trying to save your sorry ass.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. I was joking, I thought that was your scope in your pocket. I was just trying…”

Shit. Shit. Busted.

He took a deep breath. And tried to laugh. “We seemed to understand each other better three years ago.”

“Well, we didn’t exactly do a lot of talking back then.” She smiled wryly.

Josh tried really hard not to close his eyes and give in to the emotion still coursing through him from being so close to her again after all those years of just dreaming about her.

Holding up one finger, she turned. She pointed at her jeans and nodded for his approval. He gave a tiny nod, and she virtually scampered out to pick them up.

As she entered the cave again, with a grin, he leaned against the wall to watch her in the moonlight. She bent to step into the pants and her glossy dark hair swung in front of her. She pulled them up, and started to fasten them. He couldn’t help himself, God help him.

His hand hooked over the top of the jeans, preventing her from finishing doing them up. She straightened. She should have had a quizzical look on her face. But she didn’t. It was like she knew. She met his eyes and he detected a tiny flicker of her eyebrows, as if saying “Yes?” Still holding her jeans, he pulled her toward him, his whole body throbbing for her. Every one of his cells felt as if they were reaching for her. Every feeling he had ever had, every warm thought, wrapped around her. He wanted her so badly. Had wanted her for three years. If he didn’t think about it, maybe he could forget she was a soul-sucking hack. His body certainly seemed to have forgotten already.

Desperate to taste those lips again, he abruptly pulled her against his body and in the same instant, claimed her mouth as his. She tasted every bit as good as his memory served. His body responded instantly, as if it had been waiting three years just to find itself in this very place.
Her mouth opened under his, kissing him back, her tongue dancing under his, making him long for the feel of her tongue elsewhere on his body.

A crack of a twig or something from outside put his instincts back in place as he wrenched away from her. Christ, what had he been thinking? He never broke the rules. She looked puzzled, but still she didn’t say anything.

He took a huge step away from her, shaking his head at himself. What. The. Fuck. Was wrong with him?

She took a deep breath in and let it go in a long sigh. But still she remained silent. Why didn’t she say something? Shit was she planning on writing about this? Of course she was. That was what she did. His career was over. His status as one of the most fast-tracked senior enlisted airmen in his career field was over. Damage control.

“I don’t know why I did that. I’m sorry for breaking protocol. I hope we’re still off the record?” He hated how hopeful he sounded.

She laughed lightly. “Exactly what about this…” she gestured around the cave. “…is protocol? Exactly what are you breaking?”

About the Author:8_7 Emmy Curtis_photoEmmy Curtis is an editor and a romance writer. An ex-pat Brit, she quells her homesickness with Cadbury Flakes and Fray Bentos pies. She’s lived in London, Paris and New York, and has settled for the time being, in North Carolina. When not writing, Emmy loves to travel with her military husband and take long walks with their Lab. All things considered, her life is chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny. And if you get that reference…well, she already considers you kin.

 

 

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