If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you’re probably familiar with Jake, the SEAL whose been visiting me for as long as I can remember – he and his brothers were regular visitors on mine and other blogs, until I seriously started writing their stories and then, well, I kept them too busy to play.

Anyway, this special sneak peek from Hard to Hold, which releases November 24th, 2009, focuses on the three brothers the trilogy centers on – Jake, Nick and Chris, and also introduces their father, Kenny.  It’s told from Nick’s point of view, which always seems to include…sex, whether it’s talking about it or thinking about it or…well, you know.  But some of my favorite scenes to write focus on the three brothers, something my editor knows and indulges me on, to a point 🙂

Sneak Peek Excerpt from Hard to Hold – a scene from Chapter Three

Nick hadn’t been with a woman since he’d gotten back on U.S. soil from Afghanistan, which was some kind of record he never wanted to have to beat.  It had been nearly forty-eight hours, thanks to Jake’s gunshot wound and the subsequent paperwork that needed to be handed in immediately, plus the debriefings and the physicals and right now Nick craved the kind of release only hot sex – or a good demolition – could bring.

Of course, being out with the man you called Dad could put a severe cramp in both those options.

“I didn’t want to come here to watch the battle of the fucking bands in the first place,” Jake was complaining to Chris.

“I need to get laid,” Nick told his brothers.

“Go for it,” Chris said, then downed another shot.

“It’s not like I can leave with someone – not with Dad here,” Nick said.

“Like he didn’t know about all the other times, starting with freshman year in high school,” Chris said and Jake and Nick groaned in unison at that image.

“Freshman year wasn’t my first time,” Nick said at the same time Jake asked, “Are you trying to make sure I can never have sex again?”

“Dad probably gets more ass than any of us combined,” Chris said, and Nick and Jake groaned again.  Chris just laughed.  Tonight, he wore a white T-shirt, which made the fact that his eyes were two different colors stand out even more.  One was bright blue, the other an intense green and they gave him an unbalanced, slightly crazed look.  Once people got to know him, they realized that it wasn’t just a look.

“He’s got to stop with the mind-reading bullshit,” Nick muttered.

“Just don’t start a fight tonight,” Jake warned and Nick immediately figured that a good, old-fashioned fight could work to distract him for a while, since the band about to take the stage looked like Motley Crue gone wrong.  Until he felt the tap on his shoulder and turned to see Kenny Waldron, the man he’d called Dad since he’d been fourteen, staring all of them down.

“I’m here to show off the new band, not my sons’ excellence at bar fights,” he said.

All three men held up their hands in silent surrender.  Like they were being put under house arrest.

“Hey, we don’t start them,” Chris protested, and that much at least was true.  There were guys who knew they were SEALs and who wanted to pick fights with them just because of that.  Sometimes it was because other men’s girlfriends looked at them a little too long, and hey, they couldn’t help that either.

Kenny rolled his eyes at them, and then his stare stayed on Jake for a few minutes too long.  He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but the band started in and he got distracted.

Score one for Jake.  And speaking of score, Jake should be chomping at the bit, worse than Nick was. Jake was definitely tense, but he appeared off the market tonight – not looking around for any kind of action the way he normally would.  Which could only mean that Jake was already in some kind of major trouble.

He looked around and his eye caught on one woman who looked familiar. It took him a minute, but he was finally able to place her.  “Hey – Dr. Markham’s here.”

“Who’s that?” Kenny asked.

“The woman Jake pissed off today,” Chris said and Jake shot him a look, which he ignored.

“You saw her today?” Nick asked.

“It’s a long story,” Jake mumbled and Nick knew there was more to it than that.  A lot more.  But he was content to let Jake shrug it off if he wanted.  He’d get the full story from Chris later on.

“Were you rude?” Kenny asked.

“I was the way I always am,” Jake said.  Chris choked on his beer, Kenny started lecturing Jake in Cajun French and Nick figured that this was a perfect time to slip away.

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Want more?  Read an excerpt from the prologue of Hard To Hold here!