Résultats Éditeur "Tantor Audio" dans Militaire

When my college roommate tries to fix me up with her creepy cousin, I do the only thing I can think of to waylay her unwanted matchmaking—I invent a boyfriend in the Navy. Every week for four years, I send a letter to my fictitious soulmate, Officer Elijah O'Donnell, sharing my innermost thoughts and dreams for the future. Which is why no one is more surprised than me when my military hero appears at my place of work and asks me for a date. At six feet four and bristling with blue-eyed masculinity, Elijah O'Donnell is very real—and he's read every one of my letters.

The Morpheus Squad: Ultimate soldiers who hide in plain sight, fierce protectors risking their existence for those they love . . . and virally-altered, ticking time bombs. Pele Tuitama's Morpheus Squad mission infiltrating a Smoky Mountain children's camp is FUBAR. He might be a virally-enhanced military experiment, but augmented abilities won't help him protect Reagan McNeill, the most unsecureable target imaginable. Sweet Reagan's kisses and the possibility of a future he should never consider, distracts his laser focus.

I should be immune to a man like Dax. Tall, dark, and deadly . . . quite literally with that sexy Army Ranger scroll on his uniform. But I know firsthand the headache, the worry, the grief that can come with a Special Ops guy like him. And I'll have no part of it. Even after Dax starts living in the extra room in my house. Even when he greets me in the morning, showcasing those glorious pecs-of-perfection before I've even had my coffee. Even when I find out that the man behind that devilish grin is ten times as tempting as his flawless form.

Nick Taggert was injured on his last assignment for the Coast Guard. Now, too hurt to return to his former position and not wounded enough to be benched, he's assigned as the new Coast Guard team leader in...Panama. They're there as part of a drug interdiction unit, but really, they're Team RECON.

When matchmaker Freya Hansen-Adler is inspired by the holiday spirit, she'll stop at nothing to see former Navy SEAL Harris and single mom Ava get the happily ever after they deserve . . . I set the bar pretty low when it comes to the holidays. I have to. As a Navy officer, I spend plenty of them far from anyplace I'd call "home" . . . sometimes getting shot like I did on my last SEAL mission. So, yeah, I set the bar low enough that I can roll over it. That is, until I meet my neighbor Ava.

Graydon Adler: A man who's impossible to forget. Yet the first time our paths crossed on a SEAL mission—the kind that requires computer nerds like me to mingle with SEALs like him—I was so terrified that I barely remember him there. But every time after that? Oh, I remember plenty. Abs for days, shoulders that fill up a doorway, and a hard-earned SEAL trident on his uniform.

Gwendolyn Roth has always been a good girl. As the heiress to her family's billion-dollar real estate fortune, she'd never questioned the expectations she must uphold . . . until she'd found herself in bed with Declan Murphy for her one and only one night stand.

Intoxicating smile. Sculpted arms. To-die-for eight-pack. And enough medals on his uniform to set off airport security from a mile away. He doesn't resemble the kid who shared my tree house with me, along with every perfect memory of my childhood. He protected me—long before he protected our country.

Hannah: The second I saw him walk through that door, I knew he was trouble. Men like him always are. The dark hair. The smoldering stubble. Those piercing green eyes that might as well be a flame thrower between women's legs. Oh, and the fact that he's in a gentlemen's club. What am I doing here, you ask? It's my job to be here. No, not that job. My job is to put away bad guys, like the elusive mob hitman I've been tracking for months who's now somewhere in this very club.

Avery: I've worked hard to achieve my dream of being a physical therapist. After scoring my dream job right out of school, I'm one step closer to having my own facility one day. Until I'm knocked on my butt by a giant of a man who lights a fire in me like no one ever has. But he's my new patient, making him off-limits. However, watching his muscles flex and stretch makes a woman forget what is right or wrong. Then, one night, he saves me, and suddenly, the lines blur between patient and therapist. Is giving into my wants really worth what it could cost me?

The moment I turned at the sound of her voice, my world shifted. Nervous, sweet, and completely off-limits, Harley Jacobs, was standing there, eyeing me with purpose. Once the fiery beauty claimed me, I didn't stand a chance. She became my siren, a constant that kept away my darkness. Gave me a shot at a beauty I'd never thought possible. The day I left her behind, my purpose was clear. Become the man worthy of her. Now, I'm back. The rebellious teenage bad-boy is long gone.

My dearest Lily, I won't ever send this letter despite all the ones we've shared in the past. Things are different. I'm home now, something else I won't tell you. War changes everyone, that's no secret, but some changes can't be hidden. I am no longer the man I was and you, my beautiful Flower, deserve more. Better. I wish I'd said goodbye in our last exchange . . . told you how much you mean to me. You once mentioned writing to other soldiers, but I hope I was your favorite. You were definitely mine.

Fighting fires is in my blood. For four generations, my family has worked at the same fire station. I live a simple life in a small town where nothing ever changes. That is, until a movie studio decides to film here. My Chief gives me the opportunity to work on their set. The first day completely changed my life. In one look, I know I found the girl of my dreams. Her boss is trying to keep us apart, wanting her for himself.

When I'm honorably discharged from the British Army on medical grounds following a brutal tour in Afghanistan, I use my skills as a combat medic to continue to save lives as a paramedic. I'm confident there's no situation I can't handle . . . until I'm teamed up with chirpy Grace Newton. She's everything I'm not—young, idealistic, and brimming with sunshine. Everything about her rubs me the right way, stirring wants and desires I thought were long dead. She should be off-limits—after all, I'm her mentor and work colleague. But one kiss has me wanting Grace's healing hands all to myself.

Ex-Special Forces soldier Alfred "Red" Newman never met a mission he couldn't execute—with or without enhanced abilities. But protecting whirling dervish fashion student Britt McNeill? The tough veteran will need combat pay and Excedrin. If he can't shield her from Beau Lequire, a power-hungry CFO whose need for revenge has no limits, then Britt won't be a pawn in Lequire's sick game. She'll be dead.

My brother's best friend was officially off duty . . . and off-limits. The wounded soldier had scars that couldn't be seen, and it was my job to help him heal, not fall for him. Ransom Parker was as grumpy as he was gorgeous, but that didn't stop the sparks from flying between us like the Fourth of July. He could push me away all he wanted, but in his arms was the only place I wanted to be.