How Charity Sunday works: for every comment made on this blog post, I will donate money to the charity named. The same promise is made for every blog site listed in the group–click the Linky Links link at the bottom of this post to see the list of participants and read/comment on any of them to see a donation go to that blogger’s charity. We’re all different! Thanks for your help and your participation!
On this anniversary of the ambush at Abbey Gate, Kabul, Afghanistan I’d like to honor the fallen on that fateful day (August 26, 2021), other military veterans and their families, and first responders by making a donation to The Freedom 13. This group was founded by the family of 20-year-old LCPL Jared Schmitz in memory of him and his comrades. The mission of The Freedom 13 is: “…to build Veteran & Law Enforcement Healing Camps on 100+ acres of land in all 50 states to help US military veterans, police officers and Gold Star Families rediscover themselves and to support the physical and mental well-being of these special groups of people.” Each camp is intended to have 13 homes operated like Airbnb units for families to come together—or spend time to themselves—to heal and decompress. The first camp, in Missouri, is in progress. There’s a stocked lake, trails for riding and more. In addition, “resources will be made available to those that need help with PTSD, suicide prevention, anxiety, depression and service dogs etc.”
Such ambition with the best of intentions! Please comment and I’m happy to make a donation to this worthwhile cause. Thank you!
Blurb:
DAT agent Susan McAllister escapes Earth with killers in hot pursuit. She normally runs toward danger not away, and she likes controlling her own fate, not relying on three strange men and an irreverent cyberbot. Skilled and experienced, she doesn’t believe there’s any way the three crewmen of the cargo ship Erik’s Pryde can help her.
Captain John Erik thinks the sexy, headstrong passenger is nothing but trouble, but he also knows she needs help. And not being men to shrink from adventure, he’s convinced that he and his crew are the ones to provide it. When they’re infected by an illegal drug that releases inhibitions, the crew of the Pryde shows they are men who not only can fight, but can satisfy a woman’s every fantasy.
It’s no surprise when Susan discovers that being a member of the Pryde’s crew has unexpected, lasting benefits.
Buy link:
Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Bride-Pryde-Siren-Publishing-Menage-ebook/dp/B007NIR4HO/
Barnes and Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bride-of-the-pryde-dee-s-knight/1109689352
Excerpt:
Only Charlie’s quick reflexes saved her from falling flat on her face. And what a pretty face it is, too.
In fact, all of her was pretty—more than pretty. She was hot, which might be enough to mitigate the captain’s anger at the delay. Still, in the shipping business, time is money, and this beauty’s case of premarital nerves had already cost a bundle.
Holding her case in one hand and her elbow with the other, he ushered her down a short, covered walkway to another flight of steps. “I told you to watch your step,” he chided, “but you were busy watching that guy who was coming down the concourse. Is he the reason you were nervous about leaving?”
“Um…yeah. He–he thinks he has a claim on me.”
“But he doesn’t?” Charlie might as well get all the dirt right now. The captain was pissed enough without finding out later that trouble followed their passenger.
“He absolutely doesn’t,” she said. She sounded pretty damn sure.
They exited the shuttleway at the bottom of the stairs and walked to a small hover craft. She squirmed a little, as though uncomfortable.
“I maybe should mention, I have a weapon with me. Did I need to do something with it?”
A nervous woman and a gun. Bad combination. Damn. This’ll be one interesting flight. “The captain will want to secure it during the flight.”
She seemed to consider that fact. “All right,” she said after a hesitation.
Charlie stowed her bags and helped her aboard the craft. “I’m Charlie Sheridan, by the way.”
She didn’t acknowledge the introduction. “I’m the last passenger to board, right? I mean, once the doors close that’s it, we’re ready to go?”
That was an interesting question. Whether because of nerves or whatever, Danessa Vanessa was acting strangely.
He got them underway before saying, “Danessa, you’re the only passenger.”
“What?”
Charlie took a moment to study her. Her face was small and delicate, highlighted by large, liquid-brown eyes. Under a blonde wig, which had pulled up in back when she stumbled, she’d stuffed shiny, dark-brown hair. Her luscious mouth had full, soft-looking lips that begged to be kissed.
He would fantasize about that—and probably more, considering those tits, practically spilling out of that tight top, narrow waist, and legs that kept going and going. One kiss would set him on fire. He wouldn’t want to stop at a fantasy. And with flaring hips just made to hold onto when she rode his cock, who’d blame him?
She’s on her way to get married, you slug.
He concentrated on business, forcing his thoughts along other paths. “Intergalactic Brides did tell you that our ship is a freighter, right? It’s just you and our crew.”
“Criminy,” she whispered.
“I assure you, we’ll respect your privacy,” he said quickly. He pressed a button on his COMM unit.
“Erik here.” The captain said only two words, but any member of his crew recognized the tightly controlled tension in his voice. The half-hour delay had been hell for a man to whom punctuality was sacred.
“We’re on our way out now,” Charlie said.
“About damn time,” Erik replied.
“Captain, she’s carrying a weapon, a pistol I believe. I haven’t seen it.”
“When you come aboard stow it in the weapons locker. Stow the rest of her bags in her cabin and show her to the bridge.”
“Right. Out,” Charlie said.
“Who was that?”
“The captain, John Erik. He prefers to be called Erik,” Charlie said playfully, echoing her words.
“People shouldn’t be allowed to have interchangeable names.”
“As opposed to rhyming names, huh?” He added a smile to show he was teasing. The woman still had her weapon, after all.
“He sounded a bit testy.”
Charlie didn’t answer. He’d worked with John Erik for the past eight years, ever since gaining his pilot’s pin, and the man never stopped at testy. He was either a hundred percent with you or a hundred twenty percent pissed.
Author Dee S. Knight:
A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.
After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for ménage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website (www.nomadauthors.com). Fortunately, Dee’s high school sweetheart is the love of her life and husband to all three ladies! On the last Sunday of the month, look for Dee’s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity.
Author links:
Website: https://nomadauthors.com
Blog: http://nomadauthors.com/blog
Twitter: http://twitter.com/DeeSKnight
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DeeSKnight2018
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/265222.Dee_S_Knight
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B079BGZNDN
LinkedIn: http://linkedin.com/in/dee-s-knight-0500749
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