The
Stranger (A Wounded Warrior Novel #2)
By: Anna del Mar
Genre: Romantic Suspense,
Contemporary romance, SEAL romance, Military Romance
Publisher: Carina Press
Publication: August 22, 2016
ISBN: 9781459294301
ASIN: B01EF3MHSU
Pages: 323
Word Count: 110,000 words approx.
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Tagline:
Ex-military
pilot Seth Erickson is fighting his own demons, but when he finds Summer Silva,
a beautiful, warmth-loving, Miami woman stranded in the frozen wilderness, he’ll
do everything in his power to keep her safe from murder, treason, and the
ruthless Alaskan winter.
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Description:
When a
mysterious stranger is your only hope...
The scars of the past have left their
mark, both physical and emotional, on former military pilot Seth Erickson.
Off-grid in the far reaches of the bitter Alaskan wilderness, he wants only to
be left alone with his ghosts. But he can’t ignore a woman in need—beautiful,
stranded and nearly frozen with fear.
Summer Silva never imagined that the
search for her missing sister would leave her abandoned on a wintry back road,
barely escaping with her life from a cold-blooded killer for hire. Now, hiding
out in the isolated cabin of the secretive wounded warrior who saved her,
Summer knows she must do what she fears most. Putting her trust in a stranger
is all she has left.
All
defenses are down
After a fiery first night together, Seth
and Summer are bound by a need as powerful as a Bering Sea superstorm—and
vulnerable to enemies just as fierce. For Seth, reawakened by desire, there is
no sacrifice too great, no memory too dark, to keep Summer safe. But murder and
treason lurk everywhere and Summer may not survive Alaska’s ruthless winter.
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First Kiss:
“I think we’d be better
off accepting what’s happening here.”
“And that is...?”
“That I want to kiss
you.” I hit the point of no return. “And that you want me to kiss you.”
Her voice was a hoarse
whisper. “It’s not true.”
“It’s true and you know
it.” I ran my thumb over the soft expanse of her cheek. “So I propose that I
kiss you now and get it out of the way. One kiss. Then we go to sleep and I
mean just that, sleep, together, on my bed.” I held my breath. “What do you
think? Is it too much to ask?”
She opened her mouth and
closed it. A storm brewed in her eyes. She wasn’t sure. I knew it was a long
shot, but I wasn’t one to hold back for fear of failure. Her nostrils widened,
taking in my scent as if sniffing for danger. The seconds ticked by, minutes,
hours, centuries. And then...surprise. She nodded ever so slightly.
I didn’t wait for her to
change her mind. I kissed her, a connection that my body celebrated with
fireworks. I put my arms around her waist and tasted her lips, her tongue, her
breath. Glory. My body resonated with the memories of our night together.
I kissed her, as I’d
wanted to do for two days, and the kiss confirmed that the connection that
tugged on my senses was real. I held her face between my hands and kissed her
some more until we were both out of breath and I hovered at the edge of no
return. I made a huge effort to climb out of a very steep drop before I screwed
everything up.
“Christ,” I rasped when
I finally managed to tear my lips from hers.
Her breath came in short
gasps, her eyes sparkled and her face flushed as if she had overexerted
herself.
“Hell, I could kiss you
all night.” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before letting go. “But
this little taste of you is going to last me ’til morning.” Body screaming in
protest, I took a step back. “Now go in there, get in bed, and don’t be scared.
Okay? I’ll be along shortly.”
Her lips wavered, then a
new smile birthed in her eyes and spread to her face, a mischievous grin that
turned those luscious lips up at the corners and warned of all kinds of
trouble.
She leaned into my space
and, approaching me slowly, delivered her own kiss to my lips. The kiss was
like an arctic wallop, but scalding; like a blow to the senses, but soft. Her
tongue swiped a little taste of me. I gasped when she cut me off without
warning, leaving me reeling, rock hard and without a trace of oxygen flowing to
my lungs.
“Erickson?” she said
before she sauntered off. “I don’t think you understand.”
“Understand what?”
She halted at the
threshold and looked over her shoulder. “I’m not scared of you anymore,” she
said. “I’m scared of me when I’m with you.”
Anna del Mar writes hot, smart romances
that soothe the soul, challenge the mind, and satisfy the heart. Her stories
focus on strong heroines struggling to find their place in the world and the
brave, sexy, kickass, military heroes who defy the limits of their broken
bodies to protect the women they love. Anna enjoys traveling, hiking, skiing,
and the sea. Writing is her addiction, her drug of choice, and what she wants
to do all the time. The extraordinary men and women she met during her years as
a Navy wife inspire the fabulous heroes and heroines at the center of her
stories. When she stays put—which doesn’t happen very often—she lives in
Florida with her indulgent husband and two very opinionated cats.
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