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DEVIL IN DRESS BLUES
by Karen Foley
October 2011
MODEL MARINE
by Candace Havens
November 2011
RED-HOT SANTA
by Tori Carrington
December 2011
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The Few. The Proud. The Sexy as Hell!
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Dear Reader,
When I was younger, I briefly worked as a reporter for a daily newspaper, but dreamed of becoming an investigative journalist. However, I soon discovered that getting into people’s faces when they were at their most vulnerable wasn’t something I was very good at.
When journalist Sara Sinclair stumbles across a salacious story that could catapult her own fledgling career into the limelight, it requires her to get into the face of one seriously badass marine who is anything but vulnerable. But somebody will stop at nothing to prevent her story from being publicized, and she must depend on Sergeant Rafe Delgado to keep her safe, or risk losing everything…including her heart.
I love writing sexy stories about military heroes and the women who can’t help but fall in love with them. I hope you enjoy Sara and Rafe’s story!
Happy reading!
Karen Foley
Devil in Dress Blues
Karen Foley
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Karen Foley admits to being an incurable romantic. When she’s not working for the Department of Defense, she loves writing sexy stories about military heroes and heroines. Karen lives in New England with her husband, two daughters and a houseful of pets. She loves to hear from her readers, and you can visit her at www.karenefoley.com.
For my girls, who want to write.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
1
Nothing good ever happens after midnight.
At least, that’s what her mother always said, and Sara Sinclair was inclined to believe her. Glancing at the digital clock on the dashboard, she saw it was just twenty minutes before that fateful hour. And for the last few miles, she’d been following a sports car along a dark stretch of country road, keeping a safe distance as it careened crazily from one side of the road to the other, narrowly missing the guardrails. She had no trouble believing the driver was drunk, but the amorous attentions of his female passenger were probably more to blame for his erratic driving—Sara watched as the woman’s head bobbed over the driver’s lap, popping up briefly before disappearing again below the dashboard.
She gave a snort of disgust, and reached for her cell phone to call the local police. The driver was fortunate that he hadn’t caused an accident on the winding road. At any other time, she might have found the lovebirds amusing, but not tonight. All she wanted was to get home, strip out of the confining evening gown she wore, and curl up with a warm blanket and a mug of hot chocolate. A mere six hours ago, she’d been vibrating with suppressed excitement at the prospect of attending the annual Charity Works Dream Ball, a $750-per-plate black-tie dinner to raise money for injured marines. But now that it was over, she felt empty and disappointed. Not with the event, but with herself.
Someday, she’d learn to be more assertive and speak her mind, instead of worrying about what others might think. She chanted the mantra silently: Be more assertive.
The glittering charity ball was one of the most-attended social events of the autumn season in Washington, D.C. Sara had been thrilled when her senior editor had invited her to go, especially since she was only a junior contributor on the writing staff of American Man magazine. She spent hours debating what to wear, fantasizing about what adventures the evening might hold. But try as she might, she couldn’t figure out why she had been selected to attend the prestigious event, rather than one of the senior writers. Even when the guest of honor had stood up to speak, she hadn’t clued in.
Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant Rafe Delgado
