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IMG_1163 Hello again! Welcome to the tease! So the last few weeks I’ve been giving you a taste of the second book in the Southern Honor series…so I figured this week I’d get back to Jack and Dillon’s story (Homecoming, Southern Honor book one) just in case you’re still on the fence about these wounded soldiers.

Homecoming

This weeks tease:

Jack looked down at Dillon and felt his rage boil over. Dillon knew nothing about it. Nothing. He had no right to speak like he knew who Jack was. He didn’t remember moving closer. One minute a few yards separated them, and the next he was so close Jack could feel heated skin just inches away.

“You don’t know anything.”

“I know you, Jack. I know who you are in here.” Dillon moved closer and placed a hand over his racing heart. “And no amount of years, miles or experiences can change who you are at your core.”

He couldn’t take it. The one thing that had kept him grounded over the years of combat and killing was right in front of him, within his grasp. Not thinking about the consequences, focusing just on the need flooding his reason, Jack pulled Dillon closer and crushed his mouth to his.

This kiss wasn’t filled with the frenzied rage of the night before. It wasn’t violence that made him push passed the lips under his. It was a frantic need to finally lay claim. To mark him in a way that would leave his imprint on Dillon’s soul.

Dillon’s needy moan caused an answering growl to rumble in his chest as he pulled him closer, aligning their bodies from chest to knee. The feel of the hard plains of Dillon’s chest against his own drove his desire higher. He needed more. So much more.

He released Dillon’s mouth to learn the line of his jaw with teeth and tongue.

“Wait.”

The sighed word barely registered over the sound of his heartbeat rushing in his ears.

“Wait. Jack, wait.”

Suddenly, Dillon was out of his arms and panting a few feet away.

“What the hell?”

“Before this goes any further there’s something I need to know.”

Jack fought the urge to shift his weight under Dillon’s assessing gaze.

“What are we doing?” Dillon finally spoke.

“I thought that much was obvious.”

“Be serious.”

Jack watched the muscles in Dillon’s jaw tick.

“I need to know if this is just a reaction to what you’ve experienced or if this is real for you, Jack.”

Jack closed the distance between them, settling the evidence of his attraction snuggly against Dillon’s hip. “Does this feel real to you?”

“When you put it that way.” Dillon leaned into him. “But in all seriousness, I need to know if this is just an itch you’re scratching and I’m just the first warm body you’ve run into, or if this is something else.”

“I’m not sure what you’re asking, Dillon.” He leaned in and kissed the corner of Dillon’s mouth. “But this isn’t me looking to get off. If that were the case, I have two very capable hands. This is something I’ve fantasized about for years.”

Jack felt Dillon’s entire body freeze. “You what?”

Shit, maybe he had misread the signals. Maybe telling Dillon he had wanted him for so long was a huge mistake. But there was no turning back now. “I’ve wanted you since the beginning.”

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midweekteaseHello, hello! It’s that time of the week again! Last week I gave you guys a taste of Jack and Dillon’s story. This week I thought I’d share with you a bit from the second book in the Southern Honor series, No Place Like Home. Meet Roc and Gabe. These two guys get off to a bit of a rocky start….

 

This weeks tease:

Roc wasn’t sure what made him turn around. But when he had looked in the rearview mirror and seen the slight man waving what he was sure was an indignant middle finger at him Roc couldn’t resist doing a one-eighty. Pulling his truck to a stop along the opposite side of the road, he watched the tense lines of that slight, yet strong looking back. The expensive looking get up the man was wearing sure wasn’t meant for kneeling in the mud.

Climbing from the cab of the truck Roc made sure to shut the door with a little more force than necessary. He chuckled softly when the other man started slightly but continued to ignore him. Cocky little bastard this one.

“Need any help there?”

“Perfectly fine, thanks.” The man turned his head slightly to reply but never raised his eyes from the tire in front of him.

“From the looks of it a few minutes ago I would say otherwise.” Roc crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the side of his truck. He was determined to wait this out and he wasn’t really sure why. It wasn’t like the guy was at all grateful he came back.

“Obviously you need glasses.”

“So you were just being neighborly when you were flagging me down like a mad man?”

In a flash the man rounded on Roc wielding a tire iron like he knew how to use the damn thing. The fire in the deep green eyes that met his had Roc thinking he would really try something.

“And was that you being neighborly when you drove you stupid ass beast of a truck right on by?”

“I turned around.”

“How manly of you.”

“Stop bein’ so stubborn.” Roc felt his lips try to tip up into the first smile in months. “Do you want help or would you rather keep kneeling in the mud until the sun sets and the critters come out?”

“What kind of critters?”

“Big ones. Lots of teeth.” Roc hid his laughter behind a cough as those green eyes darted around the treeline. He realized he hadn’t done such a good job masking his amusement when those eyes narrowed and his new friend mumbled something under his breath.

“There’s no way this is coming off.” He stood and faced the smaller man. “Grab your bags, you’re riding with me.”

“Funny, I don’t recall asking for a ride from a chest-beating, flannel-wearing backwoods neanderthal.”

“Good thing I didn’t make it a request.” Roc ground his teeth. Why was this man making such a big deal out of accepting a little help? “Get your stuff now or it stays here and I make you get into that truck.”

 

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