PRIVATE: A Military Romance Novel (Military Men Book 2)

PRIVATE: A Military Romance Novel (Military Men Book 2)

Leila Haven

Smutpire Press (2016)

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Corporal Matt Rafter
She doesn't belong here.
She'll need to keep her hair from getting dirty.
She'll need to keep her nails clean.
Most of all, she'll be a distraction. I won't be able to stop myself from protecting her, even if it means putting my own life at risk. That smokin' hot body is going to get me killed.

I'm going to run her through the dirt, for her sake and mine. This princess won't even make it to deployment. Our lives depend on her quitting and going home.
The front lines are no place for a woman.

Private Sasha Kincaid
I held my own my entire life.
I kept up with the soldiers I called brothers. The commander I called father.
I'll show Corporal Rafter that I'm not just his average lady.

But, there's a problem.
He's the first man I've ever met who can stare me down. The only one who's ever been able to take charge of me.
I can't stop the forbidden thoughts that creep deeper into my mind with every order he barks my way.

If I don't rid myself of these dirty fantasies soon, I'm going to do something that I'll regret for the rest of my life.

PRIVATE
is a standalone romance with hot sex, strong language, and an HEA.
Each book in the
Military Men
series can be read as a standalone, however we recommend readers start with
HOSTILE
(amazon.com/dp/B018RFX3LC).

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Private

Military Men Book #2

By: Leila Haven

Published by
Smutpire Press

Copyright 2016 All Rights Reserved

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Military Men
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Chapter 1

Matt

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Getting called into the Major’s office was never something that I looked forward to. Today was no exception.

The shiny new patches on my shoulders had brought with them more responsibility, which equaled more stress. But I wasn’t going to give back my promotion, I had to step up and prove to my superiors that they’d made the right decision.

“Come in,” Major Arthur Atoll barked when I knocked on the door. He was standing, looking out the window, when I entered. “Ah, Corporal Rafter, I’m glad you’re here. Take a seat.”

He gestured toward the seat in front of his desk as he sat down on the other side of it. At least the major appeared to be in a good mood. That had to count for something.

“You wanted to see me, Sir?” I prompted.

“Yes, congratulations on the promotion. That was fine work you did back in Afghanistan. Rescuing that civilian showed courage and initiative. Well done.”

I was part of a team that went into a property owned by the Taliban. We were rescuing a reporter that was in our custody right up until the moment she was kidnapped by the enemy.

One of the men even lost his leg when a bomb exploded during the mission. He was still trying to get over the shock. The whole thing relayed over and over again in my head, more than I’d ever like to admit. I often wondered if there was something more I could have done for him.

“Thank you, sir,” I croaked out. The less I remembered about that mission, the better. Unfortunately, my promotion continually dragged my head back to that horrendous place. After all, my contribution there was the reason why I was now a corporal instead of a private.

Major Atoll rested his hands on the desk between us, much more serious now. “Today we welcomed forty-nine new recruits to our ranks. They are being assigned platoons as we speak.”

I still wasn’t sure where the conversation was going, but I wished he’d get to the point. I had been dragged out of drills to meet with him and I wanted to get back. I loved the physical side of the army, it was almost the best way to release some steam.

Sex, of course, was the
best
way.

But drills came in a close second. It wasn’t like we could get much fucking done when we were working. I’d only ever worked with males while on the job.

“I have a recruit for your platoon that I am entrusting to your care,” he continued. “You are to treat them like you would any other soldier. You understand?”

I swallowed. “Yes, I understand. But what makes this one so special?”

“You’ll see.”

The major’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and weariness as he dismissed me. I left his office with little more information than I came in with.

I would have to escort my new recruit to his dorm, show him around a bit and make sure he got settled in. It was the army’s way of trying to make everything friendlier.

The newest members of the US Military were all waiting in the courtyard. Their eager faces a mixture of excitement and being terrified to death. All of them were trying to not to let the emotions show but it was a futile exercise.

“Private Kincaid,” I called out over the low murmurs. I couldn’t wait to get out of there.

My eyes scanned the crowd as my irritation of his delay turned to anger. All he had to do was step forward and answer me, if that was too much to ask then we were going to have problems. Babysitting some green kid was not something I was interested in investing a lot of time in.

I wasn’t above initiations. If someone had to slap this kid into line then I would rather get it over and done with upfront so it didn’t get a chance to turn into a habit.

“Private Kincaid,” I repeated, this time louder and with more frustration in my voice.

“Yes, sir,” someone replied.

I scanned the crowd again, trying to identify the owner of the voice. It sounded like it came from a kid barely out of high school. A kid whose balls were yet to drop into manhood.

A figure emerged from the group, heading toward me. Finally, Private Kincaid was getting a move on. I was rehearsing the lecture in my head already.

He stood in front of me, his head bowed down and looking at the floor. “Private Kincaid, I presume? Took you the hell long enough.”

His head lifted so he could look me in the eyes.

Only, it wasn’t a
he
.

It was a
she
.

Shit.

“Private Kincaid, reporting for duty,” she said, saluting me. Her whole body was rigid and straight as she waited for my next command.

Now I could see the curves in her camouflage uniform. The swell of her big tits and the legs that went on forever.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“You made me wait,” I grumbled.

“I’m sorry, sir. I was in the restroom. It won’t happen again.”

A laugh escaped my lips. “What, surely there couldn’t have been a queue in there?”

She never even blinked. “No, sir. It was a case of unfortunate timing. I didn’t know you would be coming for me so soon.”

I glared at her but it didn’t seem to have any effect. She held my gaze for as long as it took for me to get tired of standing there.

“Come on, then. Follow me.”

She trailed after me as eagerly as a puppy while I fumed with anger. I’d never worked with any females in the military. Never thought I’d have to either.

Women didn’t belong on the front line. I’m not saying they belonged in the kitchen at home, either. I just didn’t think they have what it takes to survive out there.

War was tougher than anyone realized. I’d seen grown men break down out in the field. How the hell was this tiny woman going to handle it?

I needed to get rid of her.

For her sake, and for mine.