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High Octane Heroes: Erotic Romance for Women

High Octane Heroes: Erotic Romance for Women

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by Delilah Devlin

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Heroes inspire lustful fascination. Worthy of High Octane Hero status, kickass iconic heroes enter danger zones in the name of duty, honor, country, and even love. These rugged men conjure images of hard, chiselled bodies, laser-sharp gazes and stark, camouflaged features.

Get ready for high-octane, smoldering-hot adventures, featuring these “super


Heroes inspire lustful fascination. Worthy of High Octane Hero status, kickass iconic heroes enter danger zones in the name of duty, honor, country, and even love. These rugged men conjure images of hard, chiselled bodies, laser-sharp gazes and stark, camouflaged features.

Get ready for high-octane, smoldering-hot adventures, featuring these “super alpha” heroes and the strong women who wage heated battles for their hearts. In “Beseiged,” a special forces soldier rescues his lover from an embassy takeover. In “The Star,” an American Air Force pilot and a grieving British woman find solace in each other’s arms. A sexy SWAT team leader saves a rookie during a bungled undercover assignment in “Renegade.” And get ready for an undercover cop who flexes more than his “Big Guns.” Set in war-torn regions of the world and in your own neighborhoods, High Octane Heroes delivers passion, danger and heart.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Devlin (Smokin' Hot Firemen) assembles a passable erotic anthology of stories about men in uniform—including soldiers, cops, paramedics, and special agents—and the women who love, desire, and ogle them. Alice Janell's "As You Were" and Sidney Bristol's "Once Upon a Time in Mukdahan" showcase strong, confident women who more than match up to their male counterparts, and who show that having a thing for heroes doesn't preclude being a bit of a badass yourself. Some stories, like Sharon Hamilton's "SEAL Destiny," are even brave enough to portray a hero with a weakness for a particular woman in his life. Unfortunately, Brindle Chase's "Renegade" and others put their testosterone-soaked heores in opposition to fluff-brained women in need of rescue. Devlin does deliver on her promise of serious alpha males who are ready to swoop in and save the day, steal a few hearts, and set fire to the sheets. (Oct.)
From the Publisher

"i love men in uniform and was excited to see a whole anthology full of stories based on them. HIGH OCTANE HEROES: EROTIC ROMANCE FOR WOMEN edited by Delilah Devlin is a great anthology that will pull readers in with its hot and sexy characters. This book gives readers fifteen different stories. There are so many men to choose from in these stories from cops and firefighters to prison guards and all that comes in between. Each story has its merits making it hard for me to choose just one favorite out of so many. Each story gives readers an alpha male that shows us why woman and men are so drawn to them. I loved these hot and fast paced stories."
–Fresh Fiction

"Another lovely title from Cleis Press. This erotic romance anthology is dedicated to a love of the red-blooded male, the “super-alpha,” the guy who dominates any situation, who’s usually in uniform, who faces danger, dodges speeding bullets, arrests the bad guy, rescues the damsel, and gets said damsel in the end."
San Francisco Book Review

"Serious alpha males who are ready to swoop in and save the day, steal a few hearts, and set fire to the sheets."
Publishers Weekly

"High Octane Heroes will satisfy the reader who craves the romantic idea of that 'super alpha' man.'"
Erotica Readers and Writers Association

"The delightful combination of various writing styles that focus on different aspects of what makes an alpha male so romantic and heroic provide vivid examples of the various factors which mold these complex men who are driven to serve and protect."
Night Owl Reviews Top Pick

"This is a great read and a fantastic way to while away a few hours dreaming of hunks and heroes and sexy situations. Do yourself a favour and get this book. You won’t regret it!"
Manic Readers

"Turn on the air, grab a cold drink and relax as you do some real hero worship."
Reviews by Amos Lassen

"If you like hot this is sizzling [...] This added some pizzazz to my libido and that is always welcome in my loving relationship with my husband!"
Networking Witches

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SEAL Destiny by Sharon Hamilton:

Special Operator Chief Luke Paulsen had that dream again.
Her red lips pressed like tiny pillows against his cool mouth. Though he was buried in his Afghan dugout bunk, he could feel the delicate vibration of her moan as her lust for him whispered things. Unmentionable things. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t recall her words. He could only remember the heat washing over him as she breathed life into him. Again. Like she did every night.
A sharp crack of gunfire forced him to open his eyes. He caught a glimpse of Carson’s scared face in profile just before the young Marine got the round in the chest that exited out between his shoulder blades. In a graceful dance performed all too often, Carson fell into his arms, and Luke watched the youngster’s life bleed out onto the sandy pit and all over his boots. He held Carson’s clear blue gaze, and, without saying a word, told him he’d see him again one day. The boy’s eyes remained open and fixed after his soul had departed. Luke became witness to the young Marine’s passage from his arms into the arms of death.
A split second later, Luke remembered who he was and why he was here. A day’s ride by donkey from anywhere. He lifted the tiny mirror on a wire, the sun to his back.
Still clutching the body of the lifeless Marine, he followed the trajectory of the round that had killed his young apprentice and caught the glint of dark blue steel disappearing into a blackened doorway. Laying the Marine down gently, he picked up his H&K MP5, counted to five while he clicked the safety once. Before he saw the barrel of the insurgent’s rifle again, he fired off several rounds that landed exactly ten inches above the protuberance and saw the red spray of a kill.
Was it wrong that the color of the spray reminded him of her crimson lips? That he died a thousand little deaths with each of her kisses?
His dreams were stealing his present.
• *
A week later, SOC Luke watched the sun pour itself into the horizon on one of San Diego’s white sand beaches. The afterglow felt good. So did the blush on his face from the three beers he’d finished. He usually drank with the rest of his SEAL Team III. But this last DT, Dissociative Tour, in Afghanistan had given him a cadre of young Marines eager to prove themselves, along with Carson, the medic-in-training.
But Carson had drawn a different card and would be taking the short flight home. Luke raised his long-necked IPA to the sunset and toasted the man.
“To all the young hearts you won’t break,” he whispered to the soothing waves and the sunset.
It was a damned shame. He thought Carson would have made an excellent doctor.
Luke heard laughter as two lovelies in shorts ran past him to splash in the surf. Slender tanned legs kicked droplets of white foam into the air. He loved watching the girls’ carefree spirit, just being goofy and lacking an ounce of self-consciousness. He couldn’t help but smile.
The dark haired one with the cutoff inside-out sweatshirt that showed her muscled midriff stopped and turned to face Luke. Her brown eyes were wide set. Her thin nose lead to full lips that were stained bright red. She licked those lips and pushed her chocolate brown hair from her forehead, exposing a delicious ridge of little lines on an otherwise smooth and flawless forehead. With a tiny angle she tilted her head to the side and waved in that embarrassed way her mother must have told her never to do. Especially to a strange sailor sitting alone on the beach with empty beer bottles at his feet.
Luke waved back, using the same three middle fingers she used, sending his communication off with a shy smile. He imitated the angle of her head and felt the dangerous curiosity and wonder of their chance meeting.
He wanted her in the worst way.
The blonde was pulling her friend, pleading, but she wasn’t having any of it. Luke’s unspoken message had touched her, and those golden tethers of his thoughts drew her to him, just as if he had special powers. It was lovely when that happened. He could almost believe in the supernatural, like those paranormal guys his sister read about in her romance novels.
The exquisite young thing with the well-defined legs came to within striking distance. If he wanted to, and hell yes he wanted to in the worst way, he could reach out and bring her to his arms and he could tell she wouldn’t resist. But it would be so much better if he showed a little restraint.
Those who wait? What was that saying?
No matter. Luke felt the confusing enchantment like vamps did in those books. It was a pleasant fantasy. Let her have her way with him. Yes. He could tell she felt she had a date with destiny.
I can be your destiny for one night, darlin’.
She disposed of her friend with a sharp command and, alone now, stepped closer to Luke. “You look like you could use some company,” she said as she swung her upper torso from side to side.
Her feet had implanted themselves in the sand, and he watched her pink nail polish peek out between the grains.
Lady, you have lovely toes.
But, she’d asked a question that needed an answer. “That depends,” he murmured, stunned at the joy it gave him let his eyes walk slowly up her body, every lovely inch, heightened by the knowledge that she let him. He watched the tops of her breasts quiver under the thin cotton blouse. He’d learned to assess subtle changes in body language and heart rate. He noticed the blush in her cheeks and the red blotches on her chest just below the delicate V of the top of her breastbone. His gaze roamed over her quivering chest again, and he smiled. He couldn’t wait to hear her response.
“Depends on what?” she asked.
Her brown eyes mirrored truths he wasn’t sure he’d divulge to himself.
“If it’s complicated,” he said. “I like uncomplicated.” He was telling her something he was trying to convince himself he believed.
She took in a sudden brief inhale. Her gaze quickly diverted to the ocean, giving him a full pure look at her upper torso, every curve and valley, until he thought perhaps he could even taste her skin. What Luke saw in profile was a strong, handsome woman with a body made for hard loving, who was unafraid.
Then she turned back and faced him fully. Her body dropped to her knees in front of him, so quickly he thought perhaps she’d gotten suddenly ill. “I don’t do uncomplicated,” she whispered. “I like it complicated and rich. I like entangled. I like feeling everything and being sorely missed when I’m gone.”
She didn’t physically touch him, but she had mated with a part of his body that rarely was visited.
His soul.

Meet the Author

Delilah Devlin is a rising star in the world of erotica and romance . Her published print titles include ICowboy Lust, Into the Darkness, Seduced by Darkness, Darkness Captured, Down in Texas and Texas Men. Her short stories are featured in Zane’s Purple Panties, Lesbian Cowboys, Girl Crush, Fairy Tale Lust, Lesbian Lust, Carnal Machines and Passion. She is published by Avon, Kensington, Atria/Strebor, Ellora’s Cave, Samhain Publishing, Berkley, and Cleis Press. Maya Banks lives with her husband, three children and assortment of pets. When she's not writing, she can be found hunting, fishing or playing poker. She lives in Buna, TX.

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