Red, White and True by Maren Smith and Katherine Deane
Coming June 29
Two military sergeants accustomed to being obeyed—both in the field and in the bedroom. Two Daddy Doms with their own ideas on how best to care for the women in their lives. Teaming together to present a book so hot it sizzles, Katherine Deane and Maren Smith combine two novellas for the price of one in Red, White and True.
Cherry On Top by Katherine Deane – Army Sergeant Jacob Pye is still reeling from the fallout of losing two of his squad members. Now, during some mandatory time off to recover, he’s on an undercover mission to protect his best friend’s younger sister. The mission: Go in and assess the situation; protect the sexy, young woman; neutralize the enemy. Most importantly—don’t fall for the gorgeous woman who is strong enough to finally make him feel human again.
Originally published in Blushing Books’ Hero Undercover anthology.
A Little Love by Maren Smith – From the moment he saw her tattoo, Sergeant Nolan Anderson knew Tricia was meant to be his. But they were neighbors and, worse, he was broken. She deserved so much better from the man who became her Dom and yet, now that he’d held her, how could he bring himself ever to let her go…
Originally published in Blushing Books’ Hero to Obey anthology.
Excerpt from Cherry on Top:
by Katherine Deane
“Now come on, and I’ll give you a proper tour.”
He followed the woman from his dreams through her apartment. Shit. Dreams were nothing compared to Cherry in real life. Now that they were inside, he could get a better look at her features. Plump, red lips that she nibbled on. It seemed to be a nervous reaction, so he hunched down a bit, trying to make himself a bit less intimidating. At six-foot-five, he was used to using his body to scare people. But the way she kept nibbling on her bottom lip and wiggling her nose while a tinge of pink settled across her cheeks was getting him closer to just saying fuck the mission. He wanted nothing more than to toss her over his shoulder, rip off her clothes, lay her on her bed, and bury himself so deep in her that they would both ache in the morning. Yeah, that wasn’t going to cut it. Not on this mission. Not with this partner.
He hunched a bit more and followed her as she gave him the quick tour of her apartment and the lock-off additional bedroom on the other side of the living room. Her ass wiggled with each step she took, and he cursed his libido, promising himself a very torturous cold shower later. The woman didn’t seem to know it, but she was a walking, talking, joking sex pill. The way her yoga pants sculpted every part of her lower body, her hips, her thighs, her ass. Her Star Wars t-shirt stretched over her amazing breasts. What kind of bra did she wear underneath? She didn’t strike him as the lacy, frilly kind of woman. But the way her nipples peeked out from beneath the charcoal-colored cotton shirt, and their firm, full roundness, also meant she wasn’t wearing the binding type of exercise bras that most of the women in his company wore either.
There were only ten women in his company on base. They were fit, athletic, with toned muscles that most of his buddies all fawned over. But he wasn’t called to the overly fit and active women. He preferred his women with curves. Enough that he could dig his hands into and grip tightly while he pummeled her with his cock. The kind that wouldn’t get hurt if he put some of his weight on her while fucking her hard. The kind of woman that was standing in front of him, with an eyebrow raised as if waiting for an answer. But he didn’t have one, because he hadn’t been listening, instead choosing to undress her in his mind, while mapping out all the different locations in this apartment that he could take her and how. Her room: on her back, spread eagle while he licked her entire body. The shower: held up against the wall with her legs wrapped around his hips while he took her hard and fast. The kitchen: bent over the counter so he could spank her ass and then fuck her from behind. The living room: on the floor on all fours. His room: slow lovemaking, after which he would hold her in his arms while they both slept. He had missed a few rooms. The hall?
Shit, she was still looking at him. What was this woman doing to him? He’d never felt this attracted to a woman before, and it was killing him. His best friend would literally have his head. And his cock was in so much agony, he needed to get out of here ASAP.
“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. What’d I miss?”
She grinned. “Right after I asked if you wanted something to drink, you mentioned us missing the hall. What’d we miss in the hall?”
Damn. “Nothing. A beer sounds great if you have it.”
About Maren Smith
Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee whore, pain slut, administrator at my local BDSM dungeon, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 120 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series.
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About Katherine Deane:
USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart.
She loves cheese, red wine, chocolate, and snuggling up with her daughters’ kittens while reading a good book.
When not reading, or writing, you can find her knitting, sewing, crafting, or doing pretty much anything to keep her hands busy. She has taken over the dining room AKA craft room, much to her husband’s dismay. In one of her books, an energetic “craftaholic” would find herself over her husband’s knee for losing an important document in a pile of bi-cone crystals and mod podge. Her real life, and the people in them, give her plenty of ideas to work with.
Katherine has dubbed herself the queen of cheese. Not only is she a former Midwestern Cheese Head; she also loves to incorporate it into her books.
In her opinion, all romance deserves at least one cheesy scene that makes you cry.
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