SEAL Obsession

For years I’ve been fascinated by SEALs. Amazed, awed, filled with admiration and respect for these elite warriors, the best trained force on the planet. I’ve probably read every single book out there on SEALs. I have The History Channel’s DVD series on the Class 228 and re-watching for the nth time never fails to still astound.

What motivates these men? The training is brutal, the odds of completing the course and earning the pin dismal – out of a beginning class of 230 trainees only approximately 40 will graduate, and not all of those will go on to become SEALs. And that’s just the beginning of more training. Most SEALs won’t see active duty for six months to a year after finishing BUD/ s or Basic Undewater Demolition/Seal training.

The grit and determination, the no man left behind motto, the sheer beauty of the execution of an operation, it boggles my mind. Easy to see where my motivation for writing The Hades Squad series came from – obsession. Too bad there aren’t any female SEALs and I wasn’t a good tw

o decades younger. Hah! Dream on, Jianne.

I’ve taken liberties with The Hades Squad – particularly by making the squad master parachutists as well as SEALs. But, I really wanted to use the title A Paratrooper in a Pear Tree, and thus, Lincoln Abraham Chapman aka Sinner was born. To this day, Sinner’s one of my favorite characters.

It took me around six weeks to write Deviant Devil. The minute I penned the first chapter, his character flew off the pages. With a nickname like Devil, aka Dominix Alexander Zubiri, this warrior walks to the beat of a different drummer. He’s a tad on the deviant side. And ornery and stubborn.

So, his mate, Jessica Blaine, had to be a strong, no nonsense woman. Jess and Devil have been fighting their mutual attraction since Lucifer’

s Choice. When Devil spots Jess in a BDSM club – up for auction – that’s it. No prisoners taken. No holds barred she’s his.

I’m celebrating Deviant Devil’s release with a contest. Visit my site and answer these questions and you’re entered in a drawing for a restaurant

gift certificate and a copy of Deviant Devil.

What’s Sinner’s real name?

What shape is Nalini’s belly ring?

What’s the name of the private BDSM club where Devil wins Jess in an auction?

Here’s a small excerpt from Deviant Devil:

It hadn’t been Dominix.

Jess’s stomach lurched into her throat.

She’d spent three entire nights tossing, tu

rning, berating herself, and praying.

Praying it hadn’t been Dominix in Bacchanal’s private room.

Praying it had been Dominix in Bacchanal’s private room.

Not knowing which would be worse, being turned on by a complete stranger or finally surrendering to her morbid Dominix fantasies. Though her Bacchanal escort had worn a mask, she’d glimpsed his hair, and those black locks plus his

build and gait had convinced her he was Dominix.

Until he spoke.

Who was she kidding? Even after hearing his Texas twang, she’d held on to the forlorn hope that the stranger who’d brought her to the first explosive climax of her life had been the one man she’d been fantasizing about for over nine months.

She couldn’t have been more wrong. For Dominix stood in the entrance to the Hades Squad’s conference room. And the shock of inky waves that had once brushed Dominix’s shoulders, blue-black locks that would’ve been effeminate on any other man, had been replaced by a buzz cut.

Dominix Alexander Zubiri wore a b

uzz cut.

Green couldn’t begin to describe the nauseous bile doing a jig in her gullet.

How had he found out about the meeting? She had checked with Destiny, her best friend, to ensure Devil would be out of town before arranging this meeting. Jess glanced at the two Hades Squad members seated across the table. Both men looked as surprised as she felt.

An impending sense of doom weighted her shoulders.

She couldn’t keep her gaze off him

. The buzz cut had sharpened his features and added a harshness that hadn’t been there before. A dangerous edge she wanted to ride more than ever.

“See something you like?”

Dominix’s menace-laced tone belied words she once would’ve interpreted as cocky and flirtatious. A tarantula pirouetted up her spine. For no devilish smile lifted the corners of his mouth, those onyx eyes didn’t glint with mischief, and

he returned her stare with an intimidating intensity.

“What the frick?” Lorcan McGillycuddy, aka Satan, president of the Hades Squad security firm, twisted to confront Dominix. “What are you doing here?”

“The meeting was cancelled.”

“Obviously.” Satan’s glance raked Dominix from head to toe. “Has hell frozen over? Did the poles reverse? Am I hallucinating?”

“Nope. It’s Devil. In the flesh.” Sax Anders, the Hades Squad’s information specialist, shook his head and grinned.

“Can’t be. His girlie hair’s gone.”

Satan rolled his eyes.

How could such an austere style serve only to enhance Dominix’s wicked allure?

Jess refrained from banging her he

ad on the table.

Ever since her parents’ death decades ago, she’d been relentless, ambitious, and industrious in her pursuit of one goal: self-reliance. No man is an island, but the woman she’d become was one. She ran her own business, towed the social morality line to keep the client roster satisfied, and avoided emotional entanglements. If it hadn’t been necessary to ply the New York social scene for her business, Jess wouldn’t have made the effort to date.

She’d tried sex.

The smells and sweat of intercourse offended her nostrils, the conversations necessary afterward proved awkward, and for the life of her, she couldn’t understand the feminine need to cuddle. Being celibate proved less stressful. It wasn’t as if she had a high sex drive; her vibrator went unused for months at a time.

It had all been working perfectly

.

Her carefully crafted solid-and-dependable-girl-next-door reputation kept even the most ardent males at arm’s length. Then she’d met Dominix, and in less than nine seconds, any illusion of normality had been shattered.

One night. One meeting. One dance.

Poof!

“No way he’d cut his hair voluntarily.” Satan studied Devil and then shook his head. “Payback? A jealous husband?”

A tiny unladylike snort escaped her nostrils. Dominix’s screw ’em and lose ’em philosophy meant oodles of jealous husbands existed.

“No obvious bruises, so he wasn’t ambushed.” Sax crossed his arms and lifted one gold-dusted brow. “Did you know that shaving the head is a common sign of grieving for the dead?”

Release Date: 08/23/11

ISBN: 978-1-61

118-511-9

Publisher: Loose-Id

Publisher Link: http://www.loose-id.com/Hades-Squad-3-Deviant-Devil.aspx

Buy Link: http://www.loose-id.com/Hades-Squad-3-Deviant-Devil.aspx

Genre: Contemporary suspense

Pages: 215

Word Count: 62,224

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oy!

Cheers,

Jianne