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  Lois glanced toward the barn. “Yup, and you’re doing the talking, darlin’.”

  “You keep on calling me darlin’ like that and I’ll probably do anything you want.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.” Lois smiled.

  The Gordon brothers were headed back from the barn. Hank took a step back from Lois before the three boys joined them.

  “Hank.” Jared nodded to Hank and then glanced at his mother. “That pie done?”

  “Um, yeah. That’s a good idea. Let’s all sit down in the kitchen. I don’t see why we can’t talk over some pie.” Lois followed Jared in.

  Inside the kitchen, Jared didn’t sit. Instead, he leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “So, back again so soon, Hank?”

  Hank ignored the cocky attitude and Jared’s use of his first name. “I am. Couldn’t stay away from your mama’s pie.”

  That elicited a burst of a laugh from Jared. “I’m sure.”

  “Commander?” Jimmy shook his head. “I don’t understand. What’s going on?”

  Enough stalling. Hank leaned his forearms on the table, very aware of Lois hovering somewhere behind him with a plate in each hand. “Jack, Jimmy. I wanted to talk to you two first because…” He drew in a deep breath and rushed to finish, “I’m leaving the team.”

  “What the fu—” Jack censored himself with a quick glance at his mother. “For real, sir?”

  Jimmy seemed struck dumb. He didn’t even thank his mother when she slid a plate with a slice of pie and a fork in front of him.

  “Yeah.” Hank nodded. “It’s time.”

  “So you’re just going to quit? Leave us? Just like that?” A frown creased Jack’s brow as he pushed his own plate away from him untouched.

  “No, Jack. I’m not going far. I’m taking a position training and recruiting for the teams. I’ve got nothing left to teach you guys, but I can do some good with others. And there was another consideration.” Hank glanced at Lois and smiled. “The new job means no more going wheels up on twenty-minutes’ notice, or being out of the country for weeks at a time. It won’t be nine to five, but it’ll be as close to a normal schedule as I’ve ever had. That’ll leave time for other things in my life. Jared, this part is for you too…I’m going to start dating your mother.”

  Jack and Jimmy had twin looks of shock on their faces, while Jared wore his usual smirk as he said, “It’s about time.”

  His brothers turned to Jared, who looked from one to the other. “What? Don’t tell me y’all didn’t notice? They’ve been making eyes at each other since they met, and Mama’s been walking around like a brokenhearted schoolgirl for the past week.”

  Lois blushed. Hank reached out and took one of her hands. He smiled encouragement at her, and then looked back at the boys. “I want your blessing, but I’ll be honest with you. Even if you don’t approve, I won’t rest until I change your minds. I don’t give up easily.”

  Jack snorted. “If you don’t mind me saying, sir. That’s an understatement.”

  “You know, in a few weeks you won’t be calling me sir anymore. You’ll have a new commander.”

  “That don’t matter. We’ll always think of you as our commander.”

  “Thanks, Jimmy.” What Hank didn’t tell them was he’d contacted Central and recommended Jimmy, the most senior member of the team, as his replacement.

  Jared pushed off the counter and headed for the door. “I think maybe Mama needs some time alone with her beau.”

  Hank nodded his thanks to Jared.

  “I’ll miss you in command, sir. But I’m real glad the way things worked out.” Jimmy stood. He bent and kissed his mother on the cheek before turning for the door.

  “Me too, sir.” Jack stood as well, his pie plate and fork in one hand. “I’ll be in the barn. Just give me a shout when—if—you’re ready to go back. Of course, we could leave at zero-six-hundred and still get back in time for the team meeting.” Jack grinned and headed out the door.

  “Could you stay the night?” Lois looked hopeful and tempting.

  Hank gathered her in his arms. “I guess I could. If there’s somewhere for me to sleep, that is.”

  “Since it seems we weren’t fooling Jared anyway, I don’t see why you can’t stay right here.”

  “I can’t think of any place I’d rather be.” Hank leaned in and kissed her the way he’d wanted to since he’d arrived.

  Lois pulled back from his lips. “Tell me you didn’t quit the team because of me.”

  “I didn’t quit the team because of you.”

  She tipped her head to one side. “Now tell me the truth.”

  “Staying stateside and having more time to spend with you is just a fringe benefit, sweetheart. The truth is I’m forty-six years old. I took an informal poll. I’m at least three years older than any other team leader. During a HALO exercise, the safety officer assumed I was another instructor. He thought I was too old to be a part of the team, even as their commander.”

  “You’re in as good a shape as any of the young guys and you know it. I sure know it.”

  He held her closer and raised an eyebrow. “Oh, do you?”

  “I do. Although, my memory might need refreshing.” Lois took on a devilish look.

  Hank started backing them toward the staircase. “I think that can be arranged.”

  About the Author

  As an award-winning author of contemporary erotic romance in genres including military, cowboy, and ménage, Cat Johnson uses her computer so much she wore the letters off the keyboard within a year. She is known for her creative marketing and research practices. Consequently, Cat owns an entire collection of camouflage and western attire for book signings and a fair number of her consultants wear combat or cowboy boots for a living. In her real life, she’s been a marketing manager, professional harpist, bartender, tour guide, radio show host, Junior League president, sponsor of a bull-riding rodeo cowboy, wife and avid animal lover.

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  Matt

  Some SpecOp assignments are more special than others.

  Matt

  © 2013 Cat Johnson

  Red, Hot, & Blue, Book 11

  Matt Coleman. Task Force Zeta’s computer expert. Certified genius. Dateless loser. He’s getting damned tired of watching his teammates pair off, while the only thing he’s had his hands on lately is a computer keyboard.

  Even Sam, the Omega team’s communications guy—who Matt only knows through daily instant messages—is going on missions while Matt sits home, bored and jealous. Until he finally gets a shot at an assignment in Dubai.

  As the only female on Omega team, Samantha Foster isn’t surprised that the mission to Dubai is all hers. After all, only a woman can infiltrate a modern-day harem to ferret out a terrorist-minded mole. The big surprise is when she’s sent along with a guest’s dinner as dessert—and finds Matt on the other side of the bedroom door.

  After he gets over the shock that Sam is a woman, Matt is more than happy to help her in any way he can. In the shower. In the bed. Oh yeah, and on the computer too.

  Warning: What happens in the harem doesn't always stay in the harem.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Matt:

  She dragged in a ragged breath. “Matt Coleman, I think I like you e
ven more than I did before.”

  He tensed. Something wasn’t right here. “You know my name?”

  She pressed her mouth against his ear. “Don’t react. I’m not sure if the suite has eyes and ears.”

  Not only did her speech sound distinctly American, but she’d just told him in the SpecOp code he used daily that his room might have audio and video surveillance in place.

  Naked and unarmed with his back to a stranger who held his dick in her hands. He’d get what he deserved if he ended up dead for this act of extreme stupidity.

  He should be able to overpower—

  “Matt, relax. It’s me. Sam,” the woman hissed in his ear over the sound of the pounding water.

  He angled his head toward her, calculating how best to go about taking her down. If only she’d stop stroking him. “I don’t know any Sam.”

  She ran her hands up into the hair that curled around his ears and pulled his head to one side, giving her access to nibble his ear. He would have thought the fright of dying would have taken care of his hard-on. It didn’t, nor would it. Not if she kept this up, whoever she was.

  “You frigging idiot. I’m Sam I am. You’re Computer God. Jeez. Make a girl feel forgettable much?”

  That nearly sent him to his knees on the marble floor. “You’re female?”

  His good buddy Sam? Not just female, but hot and naked, not to mention pressed firmly against him with his dick in her hand.

  “Uh, yes. Sam is for Samantha.” She laughed against his ear. He shivered in spite of the hot water still pummeling him. “You didn’t know?”

  Oh, boy. This added a whole other level of complications to the situation. He pulled her hand away from him and turned. She rested her palms on his chest, running them up and down his wet skin.

  “Nope. Definitely did not know.” His erection was still alive and well, in spite of everything going on in his head. It stuck out straight as an arrow between them. There wasn’t much Matt could do about his situation, except ignore it and hope it would go away while he gathered some answers. “What are you doing here?”

  She leaned in closer to his ear. “Talk softer. I don’t know how sensitive their equipment is. The water should cover it if we whisper. And I told you on IM I was going deep. Remember?”

  Her comment about going deep while her hardened nipples pressed against him sent his mind to bad, bad places. He shouldn’t be thinking about being buried deep inside his good buddy Sam, but he was. Especially when she slipped the tip of her tongue into his ear. He supposed it was all in case there were surveillance cameras, but his body didn’t care. Goose bumps rose on his skin from the contact.

  He nuzzled her neck and asked, “How did you know I was here?”

  “I came to investigate the American visitor. I carried in your dinner tray and saw your name and address on your luggage tag. I take it you’re not undercover, so what the fuck are you doing here?”

  It was a simple enough question, though he had trouble forming an answer while she slid her hands over his ass and pressed her body against his.

  Matt sucked in a breath and tried to think. “I’m working at Al Minhad Air Base on one of our programs they’re using there. Why are you here? And in a frigging harem?”

  She pulled back so her gaze met his. “I can’t say.”

  Matt frowned. He had the highest clearance there was. She should realize that. “You don’t know if you can trust me?”

  Sam leaned close again. “I do know that you’re going to expose me and get me killed if you don’t start playing the part of the horny American with the harem girl.”

  He knew she was right, but that still didn’t make it feel less strange or wrong. Or so disturbingly good.

  They can’t deny the heat—it’s the only thing keeping them alive.

  Trey

  © 2010 Cat Johnson

  Red, Hot, & Blue, Book 1

  A distracted soldier is a dead solder. That’s special operative Trey Williams’ motto. The last thing he needs in his life is a girlfriend. Problem is, the woman who’s been recruited to pose as his wife on a special assignment is proving to be exactly the kind of distraction he can’t afford.

  Years ago, Carly McAfee turned her back not only on her military career, but the men who come with it. So why did she say yes to a mission that puts her in intimate contact with Trey, under 24/7 surveillance by both bad guys and good? One slip, and they’re both dead. It’s not long, though, before her body betrays her, followed closely by her heart.

  With a terrorist arms deal going down and missing teammate’s life on the line, Carly and Trey must throw caution to the wind in the scorching-hot performance of their lives—and try not to lose their hearts and minds in the process.

  Warning: Contains bad men with big guns and video cameras, and an unmarried couple who need to get naked and get busy acting very married to save both their country and their lives.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Trey:

  Her eyes dropped to the erection evident in the too-damn-thin silk pajama bottoms. Instead of it freaking her out, she reacted in the totally opposite way. She lifted her chin a bit, closed her eyes and started to really dance for him.

  Turning in time to the rhythm of the music, she spun to face the mirror. Her eyes opened and their gazes met as she watched his reaction in the reflection.

  Running her hands over her body, she danced. He alternated between focusing on her reflection in the mirror and the swaying of her hips right in front of him. All the while his erection was an ever-present sign of his enjoyment of the show. He was happy simply watching her, until she pulled down the top of the nightgown to reveal one breast to him, then wet her finger and circled her own nipple with it.

  At that point, he was no longer simply an observer. He couldn’t control himself. This was no longer just a show for the target. Hell, it hadn’t been for some time. He pushed down his waistband and began to rub his swollen cock. Not that he had many brain cells functioning at this point, but his thinking was Smith would definitely be the kind of guy who would jerk off as his wife stripped for him. Second, perhaps if he came while watching her, he could get away with only making Carly strip for the terrorists and not have to go further.

  Only making her strip. Ha! There was nothing insignificant about what was happening between them now. Especially not when her eyes caught the reflection of what was happening behind her. Knowing she was watching him, as well as the target’s guards and Matt in the control center, didn’t diminish his arousal at all as pre-come seeped from the tip.

  His fist moved faster over the rock-hard flesh and, just when he was starting to get really friendly with his own hand, Carly turned to him. Her gaze dropped, observing every motion he made. His heart pounded faster as she moved closer. Leaning down, she braced herself on each arm of the chair, putting him eye-level with her glorious tits. When she reached out and ran the tip of her finger down the slit of his cock, Trey hissed in a breath.

  Her eyes met his and he saw the need in them. If she was into this, he sure as hell was too. Stopping what he had previously been doing, he released the grip on his cock and reached for her. With one finger he pulled aside the neckline of the already revealing nightie, just enough to expose her other nipple. Leaning forward, he drew the peak into his mouth and scraped his teeth against it. She drew in a sharp breath and then grabbed his head and pulled it closer to her breast.

  There was no doubt in his mind now. John Smith was definitely going to make love to his wife tonight. Since it was too late to step back from the precipice on which they both teetered, he drew her another step forward. Wrapping his hands around her hips, he pulled her closer until she was in his lap, straddling him. Then she began to grind her pelvis against his erection.

  She lowered her lips to his, devouring his mouth as he kissed her with equal need. His tongue drove against hers in a rhythm that mimicked what he hoped his very prominent arousal would soon do to her. She rubbed herself against the bulge of hi
s cock. He heard her breath coming in staggered pants. In another second, she’d probably come just from the contact. If he didn’t watch out, he’d come from it too.

  Trey broke away. If this was to be the one and only time they’d be together, he wanted it to last a very long time and he intended on enjoying every moment. Besides, some part of his brain remembered the team wouldn’t benefit from his rushing to finish this. They needed as much time as he could give them.

  “Turn around. Face the mirror.”

  Did the pulse in her throat pound faster just from his suggestion? How hot was that?

  “This is supposed to be a dance for you, remember?” Her voice sounded breathy.

  “No reason why we can’t both enjoy it.” His own voice came out sounding raspy. This was no simple hook up. They affected each other physically. Chemically. He couldn’t let himself think like that. This was a one-shot deal.

  Swallowing hard from his words, Carly nodded. As her pulse continued to throb wildly, she rose and let him turn her toward the mirror.

  “Spread your legs for me, baby. I want to see you.” He sat her in his lap, his hands spreading her thighs wide. Easing aside the scrap of lace that comprised the bottom of Candi Smith’s nightwear, he exposed her before both of their eyes. “Look at yourself, baby. You’re so beautiful.”

  The Commander

  Cat Johnson

  Just when they thought they were out of last chances, love comes around again.

  Red, Hot, & Blue, Book 12

  To his men on his SpecOps team, Hank Miller is simply the commander. They treat him like he’s more than a mere man, but Hank would be the first to admit he is full of the same fears, feelings and desires. He just doesn’t let them show.

  The military is his life, and that’s all he needs—until he travels to Pigeon Hollow for a wedding and meets the woman his men reverently call “Mama”.