Title: Renegade
Series: S.T.U.D. #3
Author: Sandra Marton
Genre: Military Romance
Release Date: July 19, 2016
Synopsis
All the guys in STUD take some ribbing about the name of their Special Ops group, but Declan Sanchez sometimes thinks he takes more than his fair share.
Actually, the kidding is well-deserved. Beautiful women hit
on Dec all the time. At six feet two inches he has the black-as-midnight eyes
and lean, hard body of his half-Spanish, half-Colombian father, and the
chestnut-shot-with-gold hair of his Irish-American mother. Dec is, in a word,
gorgeous. He’s also a battle-hardened warrior, a man who always goes after what
he wants—and gets it.
Annie Stanton is a petite, hazel-eyed brunette. She’s
beautiful—her beauty is the first thing Declan notices about her when they
accidentally meet on a California beach—but what really fascinates him is the
aura of quiet she projects. If Declan is a hurricane, Annie is its calm eye.
She’s also the first woman Dec has ever wanted and not bedded, a fact that
amazes him even after a month of spending every possible minute together. Annie
wants him too. He knows that. But she’s inexperienced, and he senses that
rushing her would be a mistake. That’s okay. He’ll wait. He’ll do anything for
the woman he’s starting to think of as his Annie.
And then, without warning, Annie disappears from his life.
All she leaves is a note. Goodbye, I’m sorry, knowing you was wonderful. Dec is
desperate to find her. He tries everything he knows, including the
outside-the-law talent he developed as a computer hacker in his teen years, but
there’s no trace of Annie anywhere…until he attends the wedding of fellow STUD
Chay Olivieri and finds Annie is there as a guest. Except she isn’t Annie
Stanton at all. She’s the Royal Princess Anoushka of the Kingdom of Qaram… and
soon, very soon, the only man who can save her from becoming the bride of a
brutal dictator will be Lieutenant Declan Sanchez and a raiding party of tough,
combat-ready STUDs.
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Excerpt
He rose to his feet and turned towards her.
Her heart thudded.
He was beautiful. His face was the essence of masculine
strength and power. So was his body. Every part of him proclaimed him a proud
warrior who had faced his enemies, fought them and won.
She realized she hadn’t ever really seen him naked.
The light had been poor last night and though she’d felt
every powerful inch of him against her, she’d learned the contours of his body
mostly by touch.
She’d often slept in his arms in California, but he’d always
kept on a T-shirt and board shorts. For her sake, she knew. And though he’d
been shirtless on the beach, that didn’t count.
They hadn’t been lovers then.
Now they were, and she couldn’t stop looking at him.
The muscled arms. The taut pectorals. The dog-tags glinting
against the line of dark hair that traveled down his chest, over those
washboard abs, to disappear into his camos.
His unbuttoned camos, riding low on his hips.
Her mouth went dry. Her gaze swept back to his face. He was
watching her through narrowed eyes the color of night.
“Anoushka,” he said, and for the first time since the deaths
of her parents, her given name sounded as if it truly belonged to her. “I
heated some water. I thought we might wash up before we eat.”
She nodded. “Yes. Of course. Wash up…”
Slowly, he began walking towards her. He stopped only inches
away. She could feel the heat of the fire, the heat of his body, the heat of
desire burning hot inside her
“We should do a lot of things—but, baby, if I don’t get
inside you right now, I’m going to die.”
His blunt words sent a shock of electricity racing from her
breasts to her belly. In an instant she was hot and wet, and when he reached
for her, she threw herself into his arms, sobbing his name, eager for his kiss,
his touch, his possession.
He thrust his hand into her hair and cupped the back of her
head and then he took her mouth, not gently, not asking, he claimed her with
his lips, his teeth, his tongue, and it was exactly what she wanted.
He bent down in front of her, unlaced her boots. She stepped
out of them. Then he rose to his feet and tore her sweater over her head, undid
her camo pants and shoved them and her panties to her ankles. His hands were
hard and fast; so was his his breathing, and yes, this was how she wanted him,
now, right now, no preliminaries, no gentle explorations, she wanted him to
take her and make her fly.
“Jesus Christ,” he said thickly. “Annie. Anoushka. I can’t
wait…”
He lifted her. Carried her to a narrow bed piled high with
soft sheepskins. Tumbled onto it with her. She sobbed his name, reached up to
him as he kicked off his pants and then he was inside her, deep inside her; her
body lifted to his and her cry of immediate release was all he needed to let go
and explode within her.
“Annie,” he said, “Annie, I love you.”
She wound her arms around him, drew him down against her,
and wept with joy.
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About the Author
Sandra Marton, a USA Today Bestselling author, writes sexy, emotional romances about Alpha heroes and the smart, independent women who tame them.
Sandra's beloved Wilde family saga continues...and now the Bellini-Wilde sisters are meeting the gorgeous, hard-bodied heroes who will conquer them and claim their love. POWER, Sandra's newest book, also introduces her latest Alphas: the men of STUD, former SEALS who have been tapped for membership in an even tougher, more secret organization.
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