Author Rebecca Zanetti is joining us today with the third book in her must-read romantic suspense series, Sin Brothers, and a few ingredients that she thinks is a must in military men.
Top 5 Ingredients: Military Men
1. Alpha attitude – I think you have to be a tough guy to really fight for what you believe in, and the alpha, protective attitude helps with this.
2. Courageous heart – Our military men and women are truly courageous, and I think that aspect lives in the heart.
3. Wounded soul – War scars people in more ways than just physical, and I think it takes a toll on anyone who fights, and yet, they carry this with dignity and honor.
4. Loyal backbone – Standing up for what is right and sacrificing takes loyalty and bravery.
5. Fierce fighter – If you’re going to fight, kick butt. Our military men fight to the last breath.
BLIND FAITH by Rebecca Zanetti Sin Brothers #3
May 6, 2014; Forever E-Book
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A betrayal he couldn't forget…
For Nate Dean, love is a four-letter word. As part of a secret black-ops military unit, he and his brothers were genetically engineered by the government to be ruthless soldiers with an expiration date. They were loyal only to one another . . . until Nate laid eyes on the woman who stole his heart and blew his world apart. Now, years later, his family is still paying the price for his mistake. But as time runs out, there's only one person who can save his family: the very woman Nate swore he'd never trust again.
A love she couldn't deny…
The moment Audrey Madison spies Nate across a crowded ballroom, she can barely breathe. He's just as undeniably sexy as she remembers, yet there's an edge to him now that's as irresistible as it is dangerous. When he asks for her help, Audrey can't refuse. But she has secrets of her own-secrets that, if Nate ever discovers them, may cost them both their lives . . .
Excerpt:
“I’m sorry I hurt you.” She pulled her legs to sit cross-legged on the sofa.
“So why did you?”
She picked at a mar in the cushion. “We became too close, and the commander knew you wanted a life outside of the military group. He said either I ended our relationship, or you were going to die as an example to the rest of his soldiers.”
Nate lifted his chin. “So you trusted him over me.”
Audrey started, and her breath caught. “No. I broke up with you to save you.”
“I figured out why you broke up with me. But again, you trusted the commander over me. I would’ve figured out a way for us.” Determination and anger blazed hot in his eyes. “You had no right to make that decision for both of us.”
She gasped, anger spiraling through her. “This is about your ego? You beating the commander?” Ending her relationship with him had nearly killed her, and he couldn’t see that? Standing, she kicked her heels out of the way. “Fuck you, Nate.”
He grabbed her elbow and yanked her back around without making a sound of moving. “My ego? No. This is about you being too frightened to take a chance, to make a stand, and to fight for us, for what you said you wanted.”
Oh, if he had any damn clue about her fight.
She shoved his chest. Hard.
The man didn’t move an inch.
“Let go of me,” she said, her chin rising.
“No.” Then his mouth was on hers. The gentleness always alive in Nate had fled, leaving heated, pissed-off male.
Her knees weakened, and her breath heated. She opened her mouth to protest, to argue, but his tongue swept inside, and she was lost. Lost to the passion instantly igniting between them.
Her nipples hardened to rock, while her nails curled into his chest, no longer pushing.
He yanked her into him, taking control. His tongue explored her, tasting, claiming. Taking with a lava-hot desperation so hot it should’ve scared her. Should’ve provided warning that she was out of her element.
But fear remained so far in the background as to be inconsequential.
Or maybe she just wanted to feel alive. For the first time in five years, the pain of the present, the fatality of the future—disappeared.
Only here and now existed—only pleasure so sharp it cut through her with a delicious blade of ecstasy. One man on earth could provide such an overwhelming escape, and she wanted the freedom he offered. A temporary relief from the reality of her life, of who’d she’d become and what she must do now.
So she jumped head-first into the storm he’d unleashed, her tongue mating with his. A low growl rumbled up from his chest like a lion about to attack.
He reached down and tugged her still-buttoned blouse over the top of her head. Cool air brushed her skin, and her nipples sang a whispering hello. She protested when he jerked his mouth free and then sighed when he nipped her jaw, tracing the fragile bone.
Fire lashed from his mouth and through her, assaulting her with a need too dark to avoid. She held no illusions that this was one night to scratch an itch. She’d given her heart to Nate years ago, but no future existed for them.
She had this moment, and she was experiencing every second, no matter how quickly it ended.
Somehow her bra ended up across the room.
“Oh God,” he murmured, his gaze hot and on her breasts. “These haunt my dreams.” His mouth found her, licking along her breast and engulfing a nipple.
She sighed, her hands burrowing through his thick hair and clenching tight. Both knees weakened, and only a strong arm banding around her waist held her upright.
Her wildest memories didn’t come close to the hunger replacing all thought. A smart girl would stop him. She didn’t want to be smart, and she didn’t want careful. She wanted right now.
He switched to the other breast, laving and sucking, nipping with a hint of violence that shot liquid to her thighs.
Finally, he lifted up, his unique eyes a color she’d never seen. Not gray nor black, but something in-between. “Audrey?”
The low, guttural tone nearly propelled her right over the edge into orgasm.
She swallowed, trying to force out words. “One night, Nate. Just us. You, me, and now. No past, no future.”
Regret twisted his lips, and desperation flashed across his face. He wanted to refuse, to maybe protect them both.
The time for protecting them had disappeared five years ago. She felt an apology shine in her eyes as she reached out and cupped his erection. Full and pulsing, even through the jeans, his cock overwhelmed her palm in size and heat.
A furious struggle cut grooves into his rugged face.
She squeezed.
His eyelids shut, and when they reopened, the fight was over.
“I’m sorry I hurt you.” She pulled her legs to sit cross-legged on the sofa.
“So why did you?”
She picked at a mar in the cushion. “We became too close, and the commander knew you wanted a life outside of the military group. He said either I ended our relationship, or you were going to die as an example to the rest of his soldiers.”
Nate lifted his chin. “So you trusted him over me.”
Audrey started, and her breath caught. “No. I broke up with you to save you.”
“I figured out why you broke up with me. But again, you trusted the commander over me. I would’ve figured out a way for us.” Determination and anger blazed hot in his eyes. “You had no right to make that decision for both of us.”
She gasped, anger spiraling through her. “This is about your ego? You beating the commander?” Ending her relationship with him had nearly killed her, and he couldn’t see that? Standing, she kicked her heels out of the way. “Fuck you, Nate.”
He grabbed her elbow and yanked her back around without making a sound of moving. “My ego? No. This is about you being too frightened to take a chance, to make a stand, and to fight for us, for what you said you wanted.”
Oh, if he had any damn clue about her fight.
She shoved his chest. Hard.
The man didn’t move an inch.
“Let go of me,” she said, her chin rising.
“No.” Then his mouth was on hers. The gentleness always alive in Nate had fled, leaving heated, pissed-off male.
Her knees weakened, and her breath heated. She opened her mouth to protest, to argue, but his tongue swept inside, and she was lost. Lost to the passion instantly igniting between them.
Her nipples hardened to rock, while her nails curled into his chest, no longer pushing.
He yanked her into him, taking control. His tongue explored her, tasting, claiming. Taking with a lava-hot desperation so hot it should’ve scared her. Should’ve provided warning that she was out of her element.
But fear remained so far in the background as to be inconsequential.
Or maybe she just wanted to feel alive. For the first time in five years, the pain of the present, the fatality of the future—disappeared.
Only here and now existed—only pleasure so sharp it cut through her with a delicious blade of ecstasy. One man on earth could provide such an overwhelming escape, and she wanted the freedom he offered. A temporary relief from the reality of her life, of who’d she’d become and what she must do now.
So she jumped head-first into the storm he’d unleashed, her tongue mating with his. A low growl rumbled up from his chest like a lion about to attack.
He reached down and tugged her still-buttoned blouse over the top of her head. Cool air brushed her skin, and her nipples sang a whispering hello. She protested when he jerked his mouth free and then sighed when he nipped her jaw, tracing the fragile bone.
Fire lashed from his mouth and through her, assaulting her with a need too dark to avoid. She held no illusions that this was one night to scratch an itch. She’d given her heart to Nate years ago, but no future existed for them.
She had this moment, and she was experiencing every second, no matter how quickly it ended.
Somehow her bra ended up across the room.
“Oh God,” he murmured, his gaze hot and on her breasts. “These haunt my dreams.” His mouth found her, licking along her breast and engulfing a nipple.
She sighed, her hands burrowing through his thick hair and clenching tight. Both knees weakened, and only a strong arm banding around her waist held her upright.
Her wildest memories didn’t come close to the hunger replacing all thought. A smart girl would stop him. She didn’t want to be smart, and she didn’t want careful. She wanted right now.
He switched to the other breast, laving and sucking, nipping with a hint of violence that shot liquid to her thighs.
Finally, he lifted up, his unique eyes a color she’d never seen. Not gray nor black, but something in-between. “Audrey?”
The low, guttural tone nearly propelled her right over the edge into orgasm.
She swallowed, trying to force out words. “One night, Nate. Just us. You, me, and now. No past, no future.”
Regret twisted his lips, and desperation flashed across his face. He wanted to refuse, to maybe protect them both.
The time for protecting them had disappeared five years ago. She felt an apology shine in her eyes as she reached out and cupped his erection. Full and pulsing, even through the jeans, his cock overwhelmed her palm in size and heat.
A furious struggle cut grooves into his rugged face.
She squeezed.
His eyelids shut, and when they reopened, the fight was over.
About the author:
New York Times bestselling author Rebecca Zanetti has worked as an art curator, Senate aide, lawyer, college professor, and a hearing examiner - only to culminate it all in stories about Alpha males and the women who claim them. She is a member of RWA, has won awards for her works throughout the industry, and has a journalism degree with a poly sci emphasis from Pepperdine University as well as a Juris Doctorate from the University of Idaho.
Growing up amid the glorious backdrops and winter wonderlands of the Pacific Northwest has given Rebecca fantastic scenery and adventures to weave into her stories. She resides in the wild north with her husband, children, and extended family who inspire her every day-or at the very least give her plenty of characters to write about.
Find out more at: http://rebeccazanetti.com/
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