Full Surrender (Harlequin Blaze Series #708)

Full Surrender (Harlequin Blaze Series #708)

by Joanne Rock

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It's a heck of a risky shot. But five years after an ordeal in Iraq, camerawoman Stephanie Rosen's mojo has gone MIA. There's only one place she'll find it…and that's with the onetime fling who set her fantasies—and panties—ablaze five years ago!

Lieutenant Daniel Murphy's nights at sea have been haunted by dreams of Stephanie and the brain-melting chemistry between them. Now he's on leave, and when Stephanie asks him to resurrect her long-lost libido, Danny doesn't think twice. Now he has twenty days to remind her what she needs. Twenty days to take his time and drive her to the edge.

Twenty days to find complete satisfaction…and full surrender.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781459238015
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 09/01/2012
Series: Uniformly Hot! Series
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 224
Sales rank: 711,253
File size: 322 KB

About the Author

USA TODAY bestselling author Joanne Rock credits her decision to write romance to a book she picked up during a flight delay that engrossed her so thoroughly, she didn't mind at all when her flight was delayed two more times. Giving her readers the chance to escape into another world has motivated her to write over eighty books for a variety of Harlequin series. 

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The USS Brady cruised into Norfolk, Virginia, at 10:00 a.m. EST, right on schedule. The navy destroyer ship had been deployed for six months, but for Stephanie Rosen, the homecoming had taken five long years.

A military marching band played at the front of the pier, near the ship's ramp. Flags and banners fluttered in the late summer breeze while overexcited kids crowded the gate for a first glimpse of their arriving moms or dads. A refreshment tent overflowed with reuniting couples and families. But Stephanie had yet to spot the man she'd been waiting for. The man who had no idea she'd be here today.

"I've been crying all morning," a woman next to her confided, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. Smiling through the tears, the older lady searched for her grown son, a fact Stephanie had discovered during the long wait for the sailors. "It's crazy to cry, but I'm so happy I can hardly stand it."

Touched, Stephanie squeezed the woman's arm. She felt more comfortable waiting with a mom than with some of the wives who were dressed in their sexy best despite the early hour. It was apparent a lot of the reuniting couples had seduction on their minds.

"Happy tears are the best tears." There had been a time when Stephanie hadn't been able to cry at all, her emotions closed off after a long, mind-numbing ordeal. These days, she was grateful for the return of her emotions.

Now it was time for the return of her snoozing sensuality, the final phase of her recovery from that dark time five years ago. And there was only one man she trusted with the job. A man who'd been honorable and courageous well before his navy days.

Daniel Murphy.

"Oh, my God, there's my son!" the woman next to her shouted, her voice hoarse with emotion as she launched toward a handsome seaman in dress whites.

Leaving the pair to their reunion, Stephanie stepped closer to the front of the pier as the crowd thinned just a little. She'd noticed that, while some families lingered to enjoy the festivities, most hastened to their cars to catch up privately at home. She had an exit strategy to combat the traffic just in case she could convince Danny to come home with her.

Nervousness fluttered in her belly at the insane plan. She hadn't spoken with him in years. She wouldn't even have known his status now—still single, thank you, God—except that she'd gathered her courage to call his mom in Cape Cod for an update, begging Colleen Murphy's discretion about her inquiry. But his mom had been totally gracious, saying she was grateful that someone would be on hand to greet Danny when he docked in Virginia while his family prepared a reunion for him back home in Massachusetts.

Adjusting the red hibiscus in her hair, she lifted a hand to shade her eyes and scanned the faces of the last few officers exiting the ramp. She didn't expect an overly joyful reunion with a man she'd only known for all of five days before she went overseas for her former career as a camerawoman. After all, she and Danny had agreed their relationship would be short-term from the moment they'd met. He'd probably wonder what on earth she was doing here.

"Danny, where are you?" Stephanie asked herself, wandering aimlessly through the happy crowd, the full skirt of her polka-dot dress swishing around bare calves. Her outfit was a nod to Donna Reed in From Here to Eternity, the fifties film that was the extent of her navy knowledge.

And then, just when she decided he must have flown back separately, Stephanie saw him.

She didn't need to see the details of his face even though he stood almost two stories above her on the ship deck. An officer in dress whites moved to the top of the ramp, possibly the last man off the USS Brady. White wheel cap on his head and ribbons on his chest, he walked with more power and purpose than the laidback guitarist she'd met five years ago at a house party. And yet she somehow recognized the way he moved.

Or maybe she simply recognized a bolt of lightning when it hit her, just as it had so long ago. Her skin tingled. Her body froze in place. She doubted her ability to speak.

It was him.

The man—or the memory of him—who had gotten her through hell and back even though he didn't know it. Now, she just needed one more favor from Danny Murphy, and it promised to be the most awkward request of her life.

Dress shoes clacking on the steel bow ramp, Danny Murphy barely saw the crowd of people still milling around the pier below. He'd waited to disembark in the hope of avoiding the worst of the scene. Most of his buddies were hooking up within an hour of arriving back home, the sprint to their women almost laughable if it wasn't so damn relatable. Imposed celibacy was a drag, but right now Danny told himself he was most interested in sleeping for seventy-two hours straight. His family knew he liked a few days to himself to acclimate to life on land before he had to be social, and for the first time in his naval career they'd respected his wish.

Of course, half the reason they'd been so accommodating was because they were busy getting ready for a Murphy-family wedding back home in Cape Cod. In the last year, his brothers had all found true love.

He wasn't looking forward to treading through their happy world as a single guy. A single guy still messed in the head thanks to…


He nearly tripped, ass over fancy white cap, at the sight of the hot brunette at the ramp's end. A woman who'd materialized the instant he'd thought of her. It was the woman he'd been fantasizing about. Right here in Norfolk.

She looked so good, he figured she must be a mirage. She wore a sexy black-and-white polka-dot dress that showed off her tiny waist. Wide shoulder straps and a modestly low neckline framed a heart-shaped locket more than her cleavage, but then again, her curves weren't exactly disguised. She'd pinned a big red flower in her hair, the bloom tucked behind one ear so that a petal brushed her forehead.

"Hi, Danny." The vision spoke as he got closer, making him certain she wasn't a mirage.

All vestiges of tiredness fell away.

He reached the end of the ramp and couldn't go a step farther unless he wanted to wind up in her arms. Which he did. But he would not allow that to happen no matter how good she looked right now.

"Stephanie." He'd dreamed about holding her again. Mostly, he'd just dreamed about seeing her again.

She'd gone to Iraq with his cousin, a reporter, to film a series for an online news magazine. But she'd been kidnapped and held captive for six weeks.

Sometimes he still woke up thinking she was still over there and he had no way to find her. His legs would be tangled in his sheets and he'd be sweating like a son of a bitch. Memories of her, and leftover guilt that he hadn't been able to help, had sabotaged every relationship he'd had since.

Even now, he wasn't sure if he trusted that she was here. He sure as hell didn't trust his knees to keep him on his feet.

"I…urn." She backed up a step. "I hope it's okay I came to meet the ship. I know it's been a long time."

"Yeah." He couldn't think of a damn thing to say to her, but he didn't want to scare her off, either. "It's fine. I mean, of course. It's good to see you."

Eloquent as a damn elephant, that was him. He tried to shake off the shock of her appearing out of the blue.

"You, too." She smiled and five years fell away.

It was almost like meeting her for the first time, back before the nightmare of her abduction started. That is, until a new fear clocked him between the eyes.

"Are you, er, looking for someone?" He glanced around the pier, wondering if she was seeing a guy who had served on the USS Brady with him. What if she was meeting someone else?

"I was looking for you." She bit her lip and now she was the one whose gaze darted around the people nearby. "Unlessyou're meeting someone? I don't mean to get in the way of anything."

"No. God, no." He shook his head, relieved that she was here for him. But damn. Why would she seek him out now, after all this time? "I'm just surprised you'd be in Virginia. Last I knew, you were living in Long Island."

He'd been to her town house there, in fact. After they'd met at a friend's house party in Brooklyn, Danny had gone home with her and spent the next four days at her place. They hadn't been apart for more than five minutes at a stretch during that crazy, awesome time together. They might have had a future if she hadn't been headed overseas for an extended assignment. Instead, they'd just parted ways, wishing each other well, never realizing how her life was about to implode.

"I moved to D.C. a couple of years ago, so I'm not all that far from here. I started a new pet-photography business out of my home. I just. .really wanted a fresh start."

She didn't need to say why. The memory of seeing her face on the news a couple of months after she'd gone to Iraq on assignment was burned into his brain. It had taken every ounce of self-restraint he could manage to join the service instead of trying to board a plane with a weapon and hunt down her captors himself.

For a moment, the old fire raged inside him, the fury and resentment that had driven him long after she'd been released. But he wrestled that into submission for her sake, since she was right here in the flesh and talking to him. He knew she'd volunteered at a counseling center for a while afterward, but he hadn't known about the new photography business.

"I have a car close by," she was saying now, pointing behind them. A few trinkets jingled on her bracelet and he realized they were all silver charms of different dog breeds, no doubt inspired by her work. "I heard that returning sailors like to eat good food as soon as they return home, so I…" She cleared her throat and tucked her hair behind the ear without the flower. "I wondered if you'd like to have lunch with me and catch up."

Around them, a military band played, volunteers handed out balloons to kids, and families wept and hugged. Danny was aware of his surroundings, but didn't really hear anything, the rest of the world operating like a silent film in the backdrop of the main attraction. Stephanie Rosen. Returned stateside four and a half years ago.

Returned to him…just now.

He wanted to wrap her in his arms, to see if she smelled the same, felt the same. But he knew he'd never be able to let go if he touched her now. Instead, he'd play it safe until he found out what she wanted.

"Sounds good," he managed to say, dropping his bag onto the pier. He couldn't imagine why she'd seek him out after all this time. He'd tried to get in touch with her once, but his efforts had been met with radio silence on her end. "My car is probably closer, though. I had a buddy park it nearby last night. I know all the shortcuts out of here to beat the traffic."

"Sure." She nodded as she accepted a blue balloon from a clown whose white makeup ran in streaks down the side of his face where he was sweating. "No problem. But first…" She opened her arms wide. "Welcome home, Danny Murphy."

The simple gesture humbled him so fast his throat burned with old emotion. Christ, he should have found a way to be there when she came home so he could have welcomed her. But he'd already been in the service, property of the U.S. military and unable to leave his duty station, determined to make sure no one else suffered the way she had.

It took all the strength and discipline he possessed to rein in his feelings now and give her a hug without crushing her. Folding her carefully in his arms, he buried his face in her hair, breathing in the clean scent. She squeezed back with surprising strength. Her body was so delicate, tall but slender. It was easy to forget it since her personality was big enough to fill a room.

Or at least it had been. Most people who went through that kind of ordeal were changed by it. Who wouldn't be?

And with that ice-cold reminder, he found the courage to release her.

"Thank you." His gaze locked with hers for a moment, the scent of her still in his nose.

"My pleasure." She smiled up at him, holding her balloon. "You look kind of dashing in white." She smoothed a hand over his chest, skimming his ribbons and kicking up his temperature. "And not at all like the laid-back rock 'n' roll dude I met five years ago."

Did she have any idea what her abduction had done to him? She wasn't the only one who'd changed.

"It's been a long time," he acknowledged, hoisting his bag onto one shoulder and using the other hand to steer her toward the pier's exit. Yeah, it was dicey to touch her when he still wanted her. Had always wanted her. But his feelings for her were more complicated than that now. Stephanie wasn't just some woman who'd knocked him for a loop with the best fling of his life.

She was…someone he respected for all that she'd been through. Someone who deserved to be protected.

"Only a handful of years," she countered, sidestepping a couple of toddlers dressed in sailor suits. Her voice was throaty and sexy. He'd forgotten that about her. "The guy I knew could never leave his band behind for six months at a time."

He could barely remember what he'd been like back then. It surprised him that she wanted to talk about the past. Talk about them. He didn't know if he could handle a trip down memory lane. Tough enough just keeping a hand at the small of her back without pulling her against him.

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jbarr5 More than 1 year ago
Full Surrender by Joanne Rock Danny Murphy has just walked off his ship and is back on land after months away at sea with the US Navy. Stephanie, a war photographer who was abducted and held and then released after some torture is there waiting for his return as he's the only one that she can feel safe near. They hook up and retreat to his family resort area where he has a place and she agrees to stay and accompany him to the family's reunion and to gear up for one of his brothers weddings. They rehash old things and he gets a glimpse as to what she is still terrified about as things happen. She finds out why he left the band to join the military after they had met over 5 years ago. Love the extras built into Danny's house for the future. Love the family outing and how everyone is connected with having fun. Love how hi tech comes into play in this book and how he finds out about her pet photography business. She is an author and is getting threats and her mom thinks it's the kidnappers again. When he tries to help with going to the authorities she shuts him down, she can take care of herself. Gonna go find the rest of the Murphy men series!
JaymyM More than 1 year ago
I couldn’t put “Full Surrender” down. This is why I hold fast that I will read anything written by Joanne Rock; she can spin a tale like no one I know — and I read  voraciously. I’ve even tried her J.K. Rock, stories written with her sister-in-law, Karen, who together make one heck of a team. While their voice is different, you still feel Joanne’s hand in it yet together they are refreshingly solid and entertaining. Rock’s books are so engaging because her characters real, believably flawed yet captivatingly so. They aren’t all great successes or failures. They experience life as the rest of us do, by living it — mistakes, misfortunes, successes and all.  In “Full Surrender,” Rock tackled a subject that for some really does fall flat — trauma. Stephanie Rosen five years before was selected by pal Christina Marcel to accompany her as photojournalist straight out of internship to Iraq for a series of stories. While there, both were captured and held hostage for a period of time.  Steph has moved on, but still suffers some of the effects. Not being able to see what’s happening or being in the dark are among them. I love that Rock didn’t find it necessary for her female lead to have been sexually abused, as seems to be the current trend. Rape should never be treated lightly, and while even one rape is too many, many writers today seem to find it a necessary plot device if the character is in some way suffering or has something in the past to overcome.  Rock’s leading lady has also lost her “mojo” when it comes to relationships — especially the intimate part. Even with a long-term boyfriend Stephanie finds no spark. Since she hasn’t been turned on since her five-day fling with Christina’s hot cousin Danny Murphy, Steph decides to seek out the laid-back musician turned Navy lieutenant and try to recapture said “mojo.” So she tracks him down through his mother and meets him as his ship returns home after 6 months at sea. She awkwardly propositions him; asking for another fling while he’s on leave so she can achieve some sexual healing. Turns out she’s not the only one changed by her experience in Iraq. Danny went a little off the deep end when he found out the woman he’d found bliss with had been kidnapped. When his prominent family’s connections and influence failed in getting both cousin Christina and Stephanie back — but mostly Steph, he follows that inclination that’s been nagging him for some time. He enlists to make a difference, fight for others like them.  Things are again white-hot and intense between Steph and Danny from the get go. He’s getting a second chance to convince this amazing woman he hasn’t been able to forget that he’s what she needs permanently. Of course, while the chemistry is off the charts, there’s always adjustments to the changes in each life and experience have wrought.  These characters work through their issues. Danny, although not perfect, is the perfect man for Steph. I love that he can be strong, yet still has that musicians soul deep down. He also knows himself well enough to no what his limits are and what’s right for him.  And, despite being a sailor, he’s not a potty mouth. He gets “torqued off” when he’s peeved. I like that Rock can write a character that’s believable but doesn’t have to use f-bombs and excessive profanity to sell him as the red-blooded hunt in uniform he really is! “Full Surrender” kept me turning pages. With this one, as I often do with Rock’s books, I coldn’t put it down!
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