Military Engagement
Storm, Raven I was trying to start over after a bitter divorce when I met the lieutenant.
I didn't care that his hazel eyes burned with an inner fire and sadness, and I tried not to notice how his black shirt clung tightly to his well-defined muscles.
My ex-husband had taken pleasure in telling me no one would want a thirty-some divorcee, but the next thing I knew the good lieutenant had me down on the stairs, ravishing me within an inch of my life.
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