As promised! Here's another excerpt of Book One of my series: Virgin Special Forces: The Alpha Team and it picks up right after First Sergeant Connor Wilkins has overheard Luke O'Malley talk about losing his virginity to him before the end of the week.

Also, just so you know, I have talked to an author friend of mine and we're going to be writing the VSF series together.  So that should make you ALL happy and she's an EXCELLENT author.  Brilliant really.  And the names of the books in order is: The Alpha Team, The Bravo Team, The Charlie Team, The Delta Team, and The Sniper Team-which is a menage story (how awesome is that?!).  Anyway, here's a little more of Connor to whet your appetites:



With a wolfish smile Connor pushed away from the wall and sauntered back towards his office.  He could feel the pep in his step and grinned wider.  He had a reason to be a lot happier than he had been only thirty minutes prior.  A very young, very gorgeous, very untried reason.  He'd been watching Luke O'Malley since the young boy had first raced into his three o'clock in the morning formation at three-oh-five.  His eyes had taken in the younger man's pale legs and thin arms before he catalogued his beautiful almost angelic looking face.  He'd had to clench his hands and grit his teeth in order to prevent himself from reaching out towards the younger man and crushing him to his own massive chest.  As time had progressed, that feeling of mind-blowing possessiveness and the need to mark the smaller man as his own, as if he were some sort of wolf staking a claim, like in those dumb romance novels that he secretly read and hit under his mattress when deployed, had only grown stronger.

He wasn't stupid.  He'd known that the Private had a crush on him.  He'd reveled in it, had taken his own throbbing hard erection in hand and jerked off to the younger man's image in his mind, more than once.  The hot, foamy, white liquid of his come painting his chest and hand as he'd sighed Luke's name into the darkness of his private quarters was a regular occurrence for him.  This day was different, however, because this was the day that he'd found out that not only did Luke O'Malley want him, but Luke O'Malley was a virgin and there was nothing that Connor liked more than fucking the shit out of a virgin.  Their asses were tight, they always squirmed away, even while they begged for more and best of all, they couldn't compare him to anyone and wouldn't know what a fuck-up he truly was.  He didn't know Luke as well as he planned on knowing him just yet, but he had a funny feeling that the beautiful Irish American boy was going to be his last virgin.

He chuckled huskily as he stepped into his office, hopefully his private living quarters wouldn't be so private anymore and he could find something a whole lot more fun to do in his office than just work.

"You could get a court martial for that and you know it," the voice of his best friend, Sergeant First Class, Womain, said from the chair he sat in, directly in front of Connor's desk..

Connor spun around quickly, his hands shooting forward to grab hold of the front of Womain's shirt before flipping the man over his shoulder and turning to land on top of him with his knee pressed to his throat in a defensive maneuver.

"What the FUCK Wilkins!" Womain's voice came out harshly as he jerked frantically again the hold that Connor had on his hands and against Connor's knee which pressed against his windpipe in an effort to dislodge the other man.

Connor couldn't hear his best friend, however, his mind raced with images of bodies exploding into pieces from well placed bombs, blood splattering the thirsty ground as organs filled with shrapnel and bullet fragments.  All around him he heard the sound of screams, babies crying, women pleading for protection from Allah.  His limbs shook violently, his knee pressing deeper into the throat of his oldest and dearest friend, effectively cutting off the other man's air supply completely, without an conscious thought on his part.

Suddenly, Connor felt himself being jerked away from Womain violently.  He fought against the arms and bodies grabbing at him and it was only the un-moving, hard impact of the wall slamming into his back that jerked him out of his horrific flashback and pulled him away from the gut-wrenching memories of his last deployment to the very place that he was set to deploy to soon.

He blinked in complete stupefication as his eyes took in his surroundings.  His office that now looked as if a tornado had blown through.  The group of guys comforting and reassuring his best friend.  And the wall that he had come to rest against.

He'd allowed his brain to snap, all because he'd let his guard down while he was thinking about Luke and overreacted to the presence of Joseph Womain, the only person who knew about his plans to seduce Luke that week, before they deployed again, and had attacked the man.

He knew that he was looking at having his ass chewed by his commanding officer, an extra session with the base psychologist and a lot of apologizing to his best friend for overreacting to his presence.

Luke had better be worth it.