When
Grace Daniels goes to the cemetery to visit the grave of her twin brother, she
meets a soldier, there for the same reason, or at least that’s what she
believes until he tells her about the blind date her brother arranged before he
was killed in combat.
It’s the date of her dreams. Big band,
brass and sass, Madame Eve from 1NightStand has set her up for an unforgettable
night, a WWII swing dance party. Unfortunately she’s having trouble letting go
of her past, and is afraid to take the chance given to her.
Sergeant Frank Winters is an Army trumpet
player who travels with the Color Guard, a great dancer and six feet four
inches of eye candy that could make her an addict. He’s also a soldier and
soldiers can get killed. Grace doesn’t have the heart to lose someone again,
but Frank knows a good thing when he sees it, and he’s determined to show her
in one night, she’s got more to lose if she walks away.
About
the Author:
D.
L. Jackson is an award-winning writer of urban fantasy, science fiction,
military romance and erotic romance. She loves to incorporate crazy plot
twists, comedy and the unexpected into her worlds. As a U.S. Army veteran, she
naturally adores men in uniform and feels the world could always use more. She
does her part by incorporating as many sexy soldiers in her novels as she can.
When she isn't writing or running the roads, you can often find her online
chatting with her peers and readers. Grab a cup of iced coffee, pull up your
virtual chair and say hi. She loves emails and blog visits from her readers. http://www.authordljackson.com
Excerpt:
“For my next number, I’m gonna play
something a little more laid back.” A slurry voice rang out over the
headstones, echoing through what was supposed to be a closed graveyard. A
trumpet began to play. Dah, dah, dum. Dah, dah, squawk.
She bolted up. “What the hell?” Believing
she was alone, she’d bared her soul to her brother. She certainly wouldn’t have
had that conversation if she’d known someone lingered nearby. She turned around
three hundred and sixty degrees, until her gaze landed on a mausoleum backlit
by the moon. A man stood on the roof with brass to his lips, butchering Taps.
In his other hand, he held a bottle of what was probably in the glass on
Geordie’s grave.
Grace swatted the debris from her pants and
stomped toward the mausoleum, irritation prickling up the back of her neck. She
stopped at the base of the stone structure and glared up. “What are you doing
here at three in the morning? The cemetery is closed.”
“Whoa, hot chick in the audience.” He
swayed, threatening to fall off the roof. “Feel free to toss your panties onto
the stage in appreciation.”
She clicked her flashlight on and cast the
beam on him. “I suggest you get down from there before you fall or I have to
arrest you for public intoxication.”
He gave her a shit-eating grin. “You got
handcuffs?”
“Oh, God,” she groaned under her breath.
“Of course I’ve got handcuffs. I’m the police.”
He rocked and blinked his eyes. “You’re hot
for a cop.”
“Thank you, I think. Now get down.”
“Okay.” He jumped, hit the edge of the
roof, rolled off, and dropped like a stone at her feet, doing it with all the
grace of a bag of potatoes. Yet he’d managed to keep hold of the bottle and not
spill a drop. He put the horn to his lips and blew, but nothing more than a
raspberry came from the mouthpiece. “For my next number, I’m going to play....”
He looked up at her. “Any requests?”
“Yeah, tell me where you’re staying, so I
can take you to your room.”
“Easy, girl. What kind of guy do you think
I am?”
On a personal note I have read this book and thoroughly enjoyed it definitely a 4-Star read.
On a personal note I have read this book and thoroughly enjoyed it definitely a 4-Star read.
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