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Hail Mary

Mending In Paradise

A Reason to Win

Madison’s Manster

Blissful Vixen

Heart’s Salvation

Purfect By Design

Purfect By Forensics

Healing Berets Series

This series is a military romance. It discusses some of the trials and tribulations that military men experience. Love is still possible when you need help with your healing process. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy the journey of these characters and how they cope in both their military and civilian worlds.

Sworn to Secrecy

Blissful Vixen

Heart’s Salvation

Soldier’s Heart

Bad Judgement

Field Strip

Savage Kings Series, Prequel

ABIGAIL

The room was cool since Domino loved to freeze the entire place to a teeth-chattering temperature. I looked a damn fool when I left daily with a sweater on during the end of the summer. Suave, he leaned back in his office chair, stroking his chin. Something was up. He had not tamed his curly hair as it usually was, and his goatee needed a serious lineup. A quick text to O, his brother, and barber, required him to come to fix the situation. I also made a note to get his laundry from his bedroom. Wearing a wrinkled shirt wasn’t allowed. Was that a stain on the collar? Leaning forward, I confirmed it was. His eyebrows furrowed together, bunched in deep concentration.

Domino called me into his office because he had a special project for me. He’d mentioned how important it was that I came immediately, but he sat posed as if time had no place here. Unable to stand the disarray in his appearance, I stood and went to his closet. Inside, I pulled out fresh clothes: a blue and green pinstripe polo shirt, jeans, and blue and green tennis shoes to match. The man had more shoes than me, and I’m a woman who enjoys a new pair of heels often. My shoe closet is bigger than the ones with my clothes. Domino, though, had shoes lining the closet down here and the one inside his bedroom. Every outfit had a pair to match.

I placed the items, minus the shoes, down on top of his desk. High tops on the floor. I leaned in, sniffing him. Clean. The clothes were our only problem.

“Arms up,” I instructed.

“What are you doing, Abbey? I called you in here to talk, not to redress me.”

“Except I’ve been sitting here while I lost you to your chaotic thoughts, trying to sort through the issue alone. When you’re ready to include me, you’ll speak.”

Domino gave me that intense stare that he used to get people to do his bidding.

I giggled, not really sure why he was trying it with me. “You don’t scare me, and I still need to get you into clothes that aren’t stained and wrinkled. You look homeless.”

“I don’t.” Domino looked down at himself, noticing the state of his attire for what seemed like the first time. He sighed before standing.

“Talk,” I prompted him while I began unbuttoning his shirt and removing it from his body.

“Paula claims to be pregnant.”

My fingers didn’t miss a beat as I threw his dirty shirt in a pile on the chair. I checked his wife-beater for cleanliness before putting on his clean shirt. He helped when I needed it, and when I looked at his legs and then his face, he unbuttoned his pants.

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