A SEAL Team Heartbreakers Duet: Breaking Ties & Breaking Point
As an author, it's always my responsibility to make things as convenient for my readers as possible to purchase my books. With that in mind, I've released my two SEAL Team Heartbreakers novellas, Breaking Ties and Breaking Point in a box set I'm calling a duet.
The Duet is available in both Ebook and Print.
Ebook https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071DYH3K2 His dark eyes searched her face, then he slipped an arm around her and rested his lips against her forehead. She wrapped her arms around him and held on. Her anxiety eased.
Breaking Point Tad ran around the side of the house, soaking wet, his pale blond hair sticking up on top of his head like spikes. Trish laughed and tugged him between her legs. She stripped him, bundled his sopping clothing onto the table next to her, and grabbed a beach towel from the railing of the deck to dry him off.“Go into your room and put on dry underwear and your Spiderman sweatpants. Daddy’s in there, so he can help you if you need it. You can take a bath in a little while.”He used his favorite phrase, “I can do it myself,” before he took off running toward the back door. His narrow, bare behind, a hand’s-width across, glowed white compared to the light tan darkening his back and lower legs. He was going to be lean and tall like his father. She could already see the similarities in his bone structure.She hung his discarded clothes across the deck railing to dry.Langley slipped out the door ten minutes later. “He’s sitting in front of the television watching a Spiderman cartoon in his Spidey pants, and I suspect he’ll probably crash soon. I took them to a taco place. You know the one that has the bite-sized tacos? Anna loved them.“In fact, I brought you some. No sauce, so it won’t bother the baby.” He went back out to the car, brought in a bag, and set it on the table next to her.He paused a moment. “We got you something at the beach today.”“What is it?”He drew a small bouquet of cornhusk roses from behind his back, each flower tipped along its edges very lightly with color. “A girl was making these on the beach. Tad said the blue one was from him and Anna picked the peach one. I chose a yellow one for Jessica, and a red one from me.”Tears pricked Trish’s eyes as she took them. “They’re beautiful. Thank you, Langley.”“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He leaned down and brushed her lips with his own.She looped an arm around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. He knelt to nestle between her legs and hold her.“What is it?”“I can’t seem to get my feet under me this time, Langley.”“You had a bad time of it, honey. The doc said you’d have to take things slow for a while.”She nodded against his shoulder and breathed in the briny scent of the sea, laundry soap, and Langley, while she fought against the pain. She knew her husband. Knew his tells. He was taking the kids, spending one-on-one time with them. Going out of his way to be useful. Not that he didn’t do that a lot when he was here, but he’d been particularly attentive the last few days.“I think we all need a nap,” he suggested.She nodded again. He stood and backed away, holding his hand out to help her push up from the chair.“I’ll get the baby. You go ahead and lie down for a while.”She gathered the roses and held them against her chest. “When do you leave?”His features blanked in surprise, but his green gaze remained focused on the baby. “Tomorrow.”The shock of it struck her silent. She wished him already gone. Dealing with his leaving was harder than his absence.And she couldn’t say a damn thing. It was against the military wife code to say anything, in case something happened to him while he was gone. She didn’t want to live with that guilt. Didn’t want him carrying it into battle.She already knew what he was when she married him. She watched him fly away during their engagement, after their wedding, during all three pregnancies.She needed him now. She wasn’t steady. She needed to be steadier before he left again.But she turned and walked into the house, because there wasn’t anything else to say.She placed the roses on the dresser. In the mirror, she looked pale, washed-out, and exhausted. Almost too tired to block off the self-pitying feelings of abandonment that rose up to slash at her.She lay down on the bed and curled on her side, her back to the door.Langley came in a few minutes later and lay behind her to spoon, his long legs curled beneath hers. “Everyone’s asleep. We’d better grab some shut-eye while we can.”“Jessica will be our last baby,” she announced.“If that’s what you want, Trish. I’m happy with three.”“That’s what I want.”“Physically you’ve experienced a trauma. Wait until you’re back from it before you make a firm decision.”No. She needed to face up to it now. Financially, they couldn’t afford any more. And with Langley always gone, she couldn’t handle any more alone. Tears rose up like a fist at the back of her throat. Exhaustion curled around her tighter than Langley’s arms.“I love you, Trish.” She knew he did, but she needed him to just this once put her first. But she couldn’t demand something he was unable give. The choice was out of his hands. But it didn’t ease the hurt. The silence stretched on until she said, “I love you too, Langley.”
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The Duet is available in both Ebook and Print.
Ebook https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071DYH3K2 His dark eyes searched her face, then he slipped an arm around her and rested his lips against her forehead. She wrapped her arms around him and held on. Her anxiety eased.
Breaking Point Tad ran around the side of the house, soaking wet, his pale blond hair sticking up on top of his head like spikes. Trish laughed and tugged him between her legs. She stripped him, bundled his sopping clothing onto the table next to her, and grabbed a beach towel from the railing of the deck to dry him off.“Go into your room and put on dry underwear and your Spiderman sweatpants. Daddy’s in there, so he can help you if you need it. You can take a bath in a little while.”He used his favorite phrase, “I can do it myself,” before he took off running toward the back door. His narrow, bare behind, a hand’s-width across, glowed white compared to the light tan darkening his back and lower legs. He was going to be lean and tall like his father. She could already see the similarities in his bone structure.She hung his discarded clothes across the deck railing to dry.Langley slipped out the door ten minutes later. “He’s sitting in front of the television watching a Spiderman cartoon in his Spidey pants, and I suspect he’ll probably crash soon. I took them to a taco place. You know the one that has the bite-sized tacos? Anna loved them.“In fact, I brought you some. No sauce, so it won’t bother the baby.” He went back out to the car, brought in a bag, and set it on the table next to her.He paused a moment. “We got you something at the beach today.”“What is it?”He drew a small bouquet of cornhusk roses from behind his back, each flower tipped along its edges very lightly with color. “A girl was making these on the beach. Tad said the blue one was from him and Anna picked the peach one. I chose a yellow one for Jessica, and a red one from me.”Tears pricked Trish’s eyes as she took them. “They’re beautiful. Thank you, Langley.”“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He leaned down and brushed her lips with his own.She looped an arm around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. He knelt to nestle between her legs and hold her.“What is it?”“I can’t seem to get my feet under me this time, Langley.”“You had a bad time of it, honey. The doc said you’d have to take things slow for a while.”She nodded against his shoulder and breathed in the briny scent of the sea, laundry soap, and Langley, while she fought against the pain. She knew her husband. Knew his tells. He was taking the kids, spending one-on-one time with them. Going out of his way to be useful. Not that he didn’t do that a lot when he was here, but he’d been particularly attentive the last few days.“I think we all need a nap,” he suggested.She nodded again. He stood and backed away, holding his hand out to help her push up from the chair.“I’ll get the baby. You go ahead and lie down for a while.”She gathered the roses and held them against her chest. “When do you leave?”His features blanked in surprise, but his green gaze remained focused on the baby. “Tomorrow.”The shock of it struck her silent. She wished him already gone. Dealing with his leaving was harder than his absence.And she couldn’t say a damn thing. It was against the military wife code to say anything, in case something happened to him while he was gone. She didn’t want to live with that guilt. Didn’t want him carrying it into battle.She already knew what he was when she married him. She watched him fly away during their engagement, after their wedding, during all three pregnancies.She needed him now. She wasn’t steady. She needed to be steadier before he left again.But she turned and walked into the house, because there wasn’t anything else to say.She placed the roses on the dresser. In the mirror, she looked pale, washed-out, and exhausted. Almost too tired to block off the self-pitying feelings of abandonment that rose up to slash at her.She lay down on the bed and curled on her side, her back to the door.Langley came in a few minutes later and lay behind her to spoon, his long legs curled beneath hers. “Everyone’s asleep. We’d better grab some shut-eye while we can.”“Jessica will be our last baby,” she announced.“If that’s what you want, Trish. I’m happy with three.”“That’s what I want.”“Physically you’ve experienced a trauma. Wait until you’re back from it before you make a firm decision.”No. She needed to face up to it now. Financially, they couldn’t afford any more. And with Langley always gone, she couldn’t handle any more alone. Tears rose up like a fist at the back of her throat. Exhaustion curled around her tighter than Langley’s arms.“I love you, Trish.” She knew he did, but she needed him to just this once put her first. But she couldn’t demand something he was unable give. The choice was out of his hands. But it didn’t ease the hurt. The silence stretched on until she said, “I love you too, Langley.”
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