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Author's Note

Rules Of Engagement is the second story in the Love In Uniform series. If you enjoy this story please join my mailing list or visit my Facebook group for information on new releases.


Army MP Janey Foster has been burned before, so when Captain Jake Turner asks her out it’s easy to turn him down. He’s against all her rules. No officers. No one who jumps out of helicopters for a living. No sex on the first date. But when she runs into him at the local hot spot, can she resist?

Jake isn’t about to let Janey walk away from the best thing that’s ever happened to either of them, but can he convince her they’re perfect for each other or will he have to let her go?

AUTHOR NOTE: This is an 15,000 word short story that was previously published as my other penname, Loribelle Hunt.


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TRACE: Bad Boys of River City 1 (Excerpt)




Hooah, I whisper. Talk about being all you can be.

Roger that.

I flash a quick grin at my friend, Layla, before turning back to the field where a platoon is doing PT—physical fitness training. I snap my mouth closed so hard my teeth click. It isn’t as if I don’t do PT a few days a week with my own company. But none of them look quite like these guys. Or maybe they do, and I just haven’t noticed. They’re my friends, my co-workers and subordinates. It wouldn’t be appropriate to lust over them. Fraternization is frowned on, after all. Besides, my company doesn’t do PT in the middle of the afternoon, in the baking sun, shirtless, sweaty, and in ACU bottoms and boots.

I rake the tallest one with an admiring gaze. I just can’t help myself. He’s facing away from me, leading the formation. I figure him for the platoon sergeant. His back is broad and strong, his torso forming a perfect V down to a narrow waist. And that ass. Small and tight, made for grabbing. I wonder what he looks like from the front and stop the half-formed wish that he turn around.

Frowning, I turn away and stalk toward the building dispatch sent us to. It has obviously been too long since I’ve had sex if I’m lusting over a stranger. Maybe I should do something about that. Tomorrow is the beginning of my three-day rotation off. A night out with the girls is just what I need. Getting laid would be an added bonus.

We’re halfway to the building when I hear the formation being dismissed, and I can’t help stopping and turning. Drooling. The platoon sergeant is jogging toward us, and I steel myself against the sight of him up close, against the sound of his voice. That voice is so commanding, so sure. Such a turn-on. The closer he comes to my, the better the view becomes. The front is just as incredible as the back. Chiseled abs, hard, defined pecs and a face no one would turn away the morning after. He wears confidence like a glove, and everything about him screams alpha.

He’s watching me as he approaches and grins when he stops in front of us, appreciation gleaming in his eyes. My stomach flutters, and I try like hell to ignore it. That is not personal interest. I clean up fine, but in uniform, wearing the bulky vest and pistol belt that identify me as military police better than the small tab on the side of my sleeve, I’m hardly a knockout. I meet his eyes with a cool gaze of my own, reminding myself I’m on duty and all business, but my mouth is dry, and those damned butterflies are persistent. No one speaks for several seconds. Layla breaks the silence. Good thing, since I want to melt into a puddle at his feet just anticipating hearing his voice again.

I’m Sergeant Banks. This is my duty officer, Sergeant Foster. We’re looking for Captain Tucker.

His smile broadens. You found him. Let’s go inside.

He turns and leads the way. I hang back, trying to get a grip on my libido. As an officer, he’s off limits. Well, that isn’t exactly true, since he isn’t in my chain of command, but it goes against my personal rules. I broke them once and have an obsessive, asshole ex-husband to show for it. My gaze narrows on his back. This guy seems to be made of the same cloth. Definitely off limits.

The problem is as much as I repeat it to myself, my body stays revved up, hyper aware of his every move as he pulls a door open and waits for us to precede him into the cool interior of his company headquarters. I shouldn’t have tagged along on this call, don’t need to be here unless one of my MPs requests assistance or a major crime has been committed. But I’ve a long tedious week and I’m curious about