Saturday, January 28, 2017

Titan World Blog Tour - Featuring Target of Mine by M.L. Buchman

I'm hosting the fourth day of the blog tour for TITAN WORLD, featuring Cristin Harber and ten authors writing in Cristin Harber's Titan world. The next book being featured is TARGET OF MINE by M.L. Buchman! Check out an excerpt below.

From New York Times best-selling author Cristin Harber and Award winning author M.L. Buchman comes an exciting collaboration…

The Night Stalkers 5E (5th Battalion, E Company) flies again, going where no one else dares to venture.

NAME: Nikita Hayward
MISSION: To prove her worth

NAME: Drake Roman
TEAM: Night Stalkers 5E
MISSION: To enjoy the ride

Nikita Hayward earned her place on DEVGRU and she proves it every day. Being female? Not a factor. Fighting alongside the very best? Absolutely where she belongs.

Drake Roman flies with the most elite helicopter company, the 5E, because they fly out to the limit. And when the time comes to fly past it? His helo and his minigun lead the way.

When the two of them join on a mission into the unknown, then they discover who lies precisely at the center of that Target of Mine!

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“You’ve got a nice ass, Roman.”

He managed to guide her through the door between the common room and the residence without breaking their connection. Unlike the poster-plastered décor behind them, the hall was standard, unremitting, military-base beige with gray carpet, best practices posters that no one had ever read, and a couple too few lights. The place would pass well as a cheap motel anywhere in the country. It wouldn’t normally be wide enough to walk side by side, except for their current sideways clench.

“Look who’s talking about having a nice ass. I assume that’s the main qualification to become a DEVGRU SEAL.” He’d certainly noticed hers, he just never thought he’d get a chance to be talking about it.

“Helps if you can swim. You know, SEAL and all. Sea, air, and land is what we are. Can you swim, Duck-man?”

“Only when I’m trying not to drown.”

“You’re a sad case, Duck-man.”

“How’s that?” They reached her door, but she didn’t seem to be reaching for her keys. Taking a deep breath, he began checking her pockets because if he didn’t get away from her soon he didn’t know what was going to happen. A few hand brushes, which he did his best not to enjoy (but failed miserably at), located them in her back left pocket.

“You shoot like a heli-weenie. You’ve got the hots for busty babes in leather. And you barely swim.” She appeared to be talking to a poster on how to recognize athlete’s foot.

He slipped his hand into her back left pocket and earned no complaints. By the time he had her keys extracted, he knew for a fact that DEVGRU women absolutely did have the best asses in the military—even if Nikita was the only one.

“So damn much I gotta teach you if you’re going to be a decent man.”

“Like what?” he unlocked the door and guided her into her room. Just like his: double bed, small desk, a hand sink, and a dresser. The difference was that she had five rifle cases stacked in a corner and three field packs that he knew from past experience were armor, ammo, and tons of the tech gizmos that SEALs always seemed to have. Her clothes wouldn’t fill a daypack.

“Like,” she grabbed him by the belt, spun him around, and shoved him back against the door—slamming it shut, hard. “Like I’m tired, not drunk. You want to cop a feel, you better do it right.” She reached around his hips and double-grabbed his butt, then she leaned in and kissed him hard when his mouth opened in surprise.

He certainly wasn’t going to argue and leaned in to the kiss. Her mouth was spicy with her breakfast and sweet with a taste that must be her own.

Drake went to slide his hand down her spine. A dip of back muscle made her belt span the gap and his hand slid inside her pants instead of outside. He was rewarded with a handful of delightful, cotton-clad muscle.

She hummed with pleasure for a moment. Long before he was ready to stop, she tipped her head sideways onto his shoulder.

“You’re a good kisser, Duck-man. At least I won’t have to teach you that.” 

M. L. Buchman has over 40 novels in print (and an ever-expanding flock of short fiction that seems to be breeding on its own). His military romantic suspense books have been named Barnes & Noble and NPR “Top 5 of the Year,” nominated for the Reviewer’s Choice Award for “Top 10 Romantic Suspense of 2014” by RT Book Reviews, and twice Booklist “Top 10 of the Year” placing two of his titles on their “The 101 Best Romance Novels of the Last 10 Years.”

In addition to romance, he also writes thrillers, fantasy, and science fiction. In among his career as a corporate project manager he has: rebuilt and single-handed a fifty-foot sailboat, both flown and jumped out of airplanes, designed and built two houses, and bicycled solo around the world.

He is now making his living as a full-time writer on the Oregon Coast with his beloved wife. He is constantly amazed at what you can do with a degree in Geophysics. You may keep up with his writing by subscribing to his newsletter.

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