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  Welcome back, Lila Munro!

So for many of you that have seen me around Margie’s place repeatedly, you probably know two things. One I’m married to my very own real life hero, AKA MarshFox, my Marine. And two, you probably expect some full-tilt raunch out of me today. Part one you’re spot on. And I’ll be talking a bit more about him and his brothers and sisters in arms today, which covers part two…it won’t bet that raunchy. Sorry. I know you’ve come to expect some pretty dirty posts from me, but today I need to talk about something very close to my heart and the very reason that I, and the Force Recon writers, feel compelled to write these stories and do it well.

I’ve been married to MarshFox for upwards of fifteen years now and he’s currently in his twenty-third year in service. If I tried to count the number of times he’s been gone, deployed, or otherwise engaged in some military related activity that took him from my bed at night I’d most likely lose track. I can however attest that he’s missed seven of our anniversaries/birthdays—you see we were born on the same day and we also got married that day as well. I’ve talked about our love many times over at my own blog, but I think that’s the first time I’ve ever told that fact about us publicly. So, yeah seven of fifteen times he’s missed our anniversary/birthday—this coming spring will make eight and the following year he will again be gone…the odds aren’t in our favor here are they? Sad? Don’t be. Someday he’ll retire and come home for good and we’ll celebrate them all together from that point on, in relative peace I hope. How else can I mark the time? He’s also missed Christmas’, Thanksgivings, Easters and Independence Day a few times. He almost missed the birth of his daughter for being on ship coming back from the first Gulf War. For him and his fellow Marines often times there aren’t Christmas trees, menorahs, Easter eggs, fireworks (unless you count incoming rounds) or turkey legs and football games.

I want to share with you a couple of things they do often get.  Meet Willard.

   Willard is a goat. I know most of you are thinking who gives a damn about a freakin’ goat. Willard’s special. Our troops rescued him. You see, too often, and too many times people think our guys, my guys, are heartless unfeeling killing machines. Brainwashed and sent to do the devil’s dirty work. Not my guys. They saved a damn goat for pity sake. Willard was wandering somewhere he shouldn’t have been. I’m not sure where that was as I’m not privy to that information, but let’s just say he was fixing to be useless to anyone for anything and our troops saved him. They dragged his butt back to camp and now Willard is their mascot. Last time MarshFox was over there they rescued countless lost things. Some of them made their way back here via less that approved means in cargo bays and now those dogs found homes here in the states. Refugees of sorts.

These guys don’t just fall in love with goats and dogs either. I can’t count the times I’ve heard of or seen a troop falling in love and bringing home a Muslim wife and quite possibly a child or children. Love comes in all forms and from all places. Love chooses for us, we don’t possess that choice. Gives one hope that love will spring eternal and someday we don’t have to go traipsing around the world on a mission, in fear and full of questions—only to find that love grows in the most harsh conditions and places.

Life does, too. Meet Tina.

  Tina is a tomato plant. I know, one might question the sanity of naming a tomato plant. Tina came up all on her own. One of the troops figured out what she was and they’ve been nurturing her ever since and waiting for her to bear fruit. She may never accomplish that, but doesn’t that send a powerful message? That life finds a way—under the worst conditions possible, life will flourish.

Now, you might be wondering what any of this has to do with Force Recon Somalia and why it matters. This is why my team and I do what we do. To honor the sacrifices of the few and the proud by getting it right. By putting out a romance that encompasses all facets and walks of the romantic world. It’s also our way of giving back. Without these guys doing what they do, saving people, staving off the bad guys, rescuing goats and nurturing life through a tomato, we wouldn’t have the freedom to do what we do—write to our heart’s content. So, in honor of those that serve, we present Force Recon Somalia and humbly hope we got it right…

Blurb:

After surviving the vacation from hell in Beacon Bayou, the Force Recon team finds themselves one relationship, one fiancé, one child, and one marriage more than before they left Camp Lejeune for leave. But before they have a chance to process how a few days so completely changed their lives, they’re called away to Somalia, a hot bed of pirate activity. Their mission--rescue an embedded female marine taken prisoner.

Being a female marine isn’t easy for Allison Blaise. Choosing a life that's all about proving herself worthy of being one of the few and the proud right alongside her male counterparts, Alli volunteers for every special assignment that comes down the pipeline. This time that "go-to" attitude has landed her a stay as a prisoner to a few unsavory Somali pirates. After watching her four man extraction team be virtually destroyed before her eyes, Alli finds herself inexplicably drawn to the team leader, Brogan Baker. But the part of her that would normally heel to a man like Brogan has been damaged and Alli fears her condition may be permanent. Which means Brogan has to step back into a life he thought he'd left behind.

Eric Ryan, AKA Chaos, has only been with the team a few weeks when he realizes he's got a few problems on his hands. Not only is he replacing a dead man, he’s vying for control of a team whose current leader knows his dirty little secrets. Eric's gay with a twist.

With their team in a constant state of change and under duress, Aaron finds himself struggling to accept the notion that he's worth being loved and unable to impress his soon to be grandfather-in-law. Worse, he can’t shake the guilt that’s haunted him ever since the botched rescue in Somalia. But Aaron’s not the only one with problems. Gabe thought his life was under control until Ros reveals yet another secret, one he’s so distracted by he almost doesn’t survive the trip home from Somalia. A secret Ros may not survive either.

Just when they thought they were strong enough to make it through anything, the Force Recon team is once again faced with enough to either make them or break them.

Excerpt from Brogan’s story:

     For the first time in his adult life, Brogan Baker cared enough about someone not to scratch an itch and leave.  Taking just enough time to unbuckle his belt, Brogan freed  his throbbing cock and thought about the fact that he wanted to take her bare, nothing between them but her trust and his will to succeed at change their lives. Alli thought she needed pain, he got that.  She was a God damn broken record about it.  And maybe before that's all she allowed to work for her because she so ferociously guarded making any real connection with a man Kyle might deem unworthy.  Alli might need pain, but somewhere deep inside her, she craved intimacy, connection.  Brogan knew it.  She was far too needy not to want to belong rather than to just feel.  He doubted very seriously she was the type to get off on being tied to a St. Andrew's cross and stared at in the middle of a room all night.  No way that was her.  As Brogan made her tell him yes one more time and did a final gut check, he intended to find out for sure. "Tell me yes.  Just one word, Alli.  That's all I need to hear."

      "Please don't leave me Brogan. Not here. Yes."

      Thanking God for the different in their heights, Brogan used his advantage over her to tug on the chain that held her distended nipples captive one more time before entering the tight, wet heat of her small body, working fast to fully seat himself and connect with her in a way he hadn't enjoyed in far too long.  He didn't give her time to adjust or ease in to it, knowing that if it was pain she really sought, she wouldn't need it.

      Removing himself from her was painful but Brogan did so quickly, given her no time to get comfortable.  As much as he needed to find his own release, he needed to capture her mind more.  Tugging on the chain again, Brogan slammed into her knocking them both forward before catching each of the clamps in quick succession and removing them so that nothing stood between them but themselves.

      Hearing her scream and not caring that he was being a bastard about it, Brogan gave her just a second to find some sort of center before grabbing a handful of her breast and squeezing past the point he knew was pleasurable.  "Now it's just us, babe.  All me, all you, no gimmicks," Brogan taunted, taking a turn at her other breast, holding her close to his body as she writhed and bucked as he rode her small frame.

      "I've heard about what you need until I'm sick of it, Alli.  Needs a funny thing that way.  It seems to always change."  Brogan took a deep breath and let go of her breast, grabbing her hips with both of his large, somewhat shaky hands. This was it. One of his last two options to endear her to him forever.  Exhaling and saying a little prayer, Brogan flipped Alli on her back in one fluid motion and pinned her to the ground, still seated deep within her.  "I don't change, Alli.  I'm that same hard ass bastard that wants it my way today that you'll get tomorrow.  So you have a choice.  Stay with your needs or trust me to do this my way.  To change both our lives."  Brogan pulled back and didn't give her tender tissue a moment to relax before invading her again, determined that he wasn't stopping or finding his own release until she was well past the edge of her own reason.  "Who am I, Alli?  Look at me and tell me who I am to you?" Brogan demanded.

      "Brogan. Mine," Alli breathed, clutching his arms.

      "Tell me what you want, Alli.  One word, babe. Just say that one little word and it's yours."

      "You," Alli moaned.

      Rocking into her body, unwillingly to fail either of them, Brogan stayed with Alli until he felt her pussy clench around his cock in the tightest grip he'd had the pleasure of knowing.  Waiting until he knew she was there, Brogan buried himself again her and rolled with her, holding her tight against his chest as she shattered in his arms.

      Meeting her release with his own, Brogan gave her all of him, filling her womb with his very soul, consequences be damned.  For the first time in his life Brogan Baker was certain he was in love. 

Excerpt from Alli’s story:

“Blue hippo,” she snapped at the sight of the woman being held in the submersion tank by her Dom. Her creamy breasts pressed against the glass and she struggled. “Blue hippo, Sir. Not this. Please don’t make me watch this,” Alli begged writhing under his touch, trying to turn back.

Cord drew her against his chest and turned her head away. “Okay. That’s all I needed to know. Let’s go sit a while.”

He led her back down the walk way and behind a sheer curtain where Kyle sat with Haley at his feet and Jill was between Steph’s legs. Taking an enormous leather chair adjacent to the plush couch that Kyle occupied, Cord looked up and without further prompting Alli fell to her knees and allowed him to ease her between his thighs, laying her head on one of them. Without a word he motioned to Emilio who skittered away then he mindlessly ran his fingertips through her spikey black hair. Alli’s gaze never left the floor as the familiar comfort of being tended to flooded her system.

Alli burrowed further between Cord’s legs and wedged her head further up to rest at the juncture where his hip met his groin. Emilio came back into view carrying a bottled water, a Heineken and a small tray filled with condoms in brightly colored wrappers. Flavored condoms. Alli’s favorite had always been orange crème. It reminded her of a dreamsicle and made going down on a cock very pleasurable. Although, she had to admit, she’d always enjoyed the raw feel of a rigid cock sliding down her throat and the warm spurt of cum flowing into her mouth. Her heart palpitated when she realized Cord’s cock strained against his jeans.

“Master Cord,” she whispered.

“What is it, sweetness?” he asked, stroking one finger down her cheek. “Are you thirsty? Cold?”

“No, Sir. I’d like to…” she hesitated unsure of what exactly she did want. There was no sex. In this world, however, that meant no penetration. I didn’t omit oral sex. “May I take care of that for you, Sir?”

Cord raised her head and looked at her, studying her for a minute. “Are you sure, Alli?” he asked, framing her face. “It would please me more than you know, but I don’t expect anything you’re not ready for.”

“I’m sure, Sir. Please let me,” Alli said turning to face him, raising up and sending her slender fingers up the front of his jeans.

His eyes stayed steady on hers as she undid his belt. She unbuttoned his fly and reached in running her hand over his boxers before pulling the band down and releasing his erection. As it sprang free she sucked in a breath before leaning over and running her tongue the length of him, pulling the bulbous head between her lips. She started down on him her gaze going with her only to have him stop her and correct her action.

“Look at me, sweetness. Don’t look away. I want to see your eyes,” Cord told her, drawing her face back up.

Alli nodded then rose up higher and took him clear to the back of her throat, inhaling through her nose so as not to gag. It’d been a long time since she’d done this and even longer since she’d done if for Cord. She forgot the man went on for what seemed like forever.

“Stop just a minute, sweetness,” he commanded pulling her head back.

“But, Sir…” she tried to protest.

“Not tonight, Alli. I’ll take what you’re giving me, but it’ll be on my terms,” Cord told her rolling a bright orange condom down his twitching cock then guiding it back over her lips, pushing her head down until she was forced to swallow to take any more of him. “Good,” he hissed, pulling her jaw down. “Wider, sweetness. Take it all.”

Alli did as she was told and sent her head down until her nose touched Cord’s rock hard stomach. He held her there until she couldn’t breathe then raised her up and plunged into her mouth again. For several thrusts this game went on until Cord pushed up and pulled her down at the same time and growled, shuddering in her mouth. Alli could feel his warm cum even through the condom, but it wasn’t the same thing as having it spilled out over her tongue.

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Lila, it's always a pleasure to have you. I love your fierce loyalty and your stories are gritty and real....oh and soooo hot. Can't forget that bit. Best wishes on Force Recon Beacon Bayou and the rest of the books in the series.

Margie