Cold Warriors
Clare
Dargin
Left in cryogenic stasis for nearly a
century, Caitlin Driskoll is awakened and drafted into a war she knows nothing
about. Expected to defend a world where her kind is despised and expendable,
she discovers love and respect from the one man who can’t be associated with
her.
Lieutenant Colonel
Medoro Keegan has spent a lifetime in the Marines. With no family to speak of,
the Corps and his ship, the USS Blanchard, are all the loved ones he
needs…until Caitlin sparks a fire within, that threatens to consume him if he
doesn’t walk away.
Will he choose a life
of certainty in the only world he knows or give it all to Caitlin and run the
risk of losing someone, yet again?
Author Bio:
Clare
Dargin is a an author of Science Fiction and Military Science Fiction Romance.
She has been writing stories all of her life before being published in 2007.
She is a great fan of all things science fiction and romance and loves
promoting the genre.
She is an
educator by profession and holds a Bachelor’s Degree in English from a major
mid-western university. She presently resides in the Midwestern United States
and is pursuing a graduate degree. In the future she hopes to expand her
writings to include non-fiction, historical romance, and contemporary novels.
Excerpt:
He didn’t know what
to say. His first clash with her had distracted him to the point of madness. It
had been some time since he’d had such a powerful encounter with a woman. The
last one to push his buttons that hard, he wound up marrying.
Caitlin was stubborn,
mouthy, somewhat insubordinate, and filled with an innate force he had not seen
in sometime. She had no problem in standing up for who or what she believed in.
He didn’t like the feelings she stirred in him. He dare not consider them.
Especially with her. She was a subordinate and a cryo. It was against
regulations for him to even think of starting anything with her.
He shifted his
stance. His heart pounded in his ears and breaths quickened. “Ms. Driskoll. I
don’t know what you expect from me.”
“Nothing more than I
expect from myself.”
Before he knew it, he
crossed the distance between them and swept her into a searing kiss. He
caressed her body, touching every curve. Arousal sped through his body like
lightening. He dug his fingers in her hair and hungrily dominated her mouth,
his tongue delving in, playing with hers. Gripping her waist, he lifted her up
and placed on her the table. She arched her neck exposing her creamy skin. He nipped
and bit at it enjoying its smoothness. He reached up and caressed her br**ts,
a need filling him to see them, taste them.
He was ready to slip
off into oblivion when he remembered himself. It was the middle of the day;
they were in a briefing room and would be caught. Breaking off the kiss, he raised
his hands in surrender.
“Jesus,” he said in
between breaths.
“What?” she panted,
as she straightened her uniform.
“Please leave. Just
go.” He closed his eyes, wrestling his feelings into submission. Holding them
down, he shuddered. Dear God, help me. He needed her so badly.
His breathing slowed to a normal rate. When he opened his eyes, she was gone.
“Sir, you’re needed
on the bridge,” the voice on the com said.
“Be right there,” he
replied, grateful for the distraction.
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