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Frontal Assault
Frontal Assault
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When Rick Steele returns from duty in Iraq, he’s seen more than any man should have to face. Death. Danger. Even sabotage. But his wife, his beautiful wife Angela, his own angel, knows nothing of war’s brutality and desperation. She’s his safe haven. Why then can’t he find peace in her arms?
Angela can’t wait for her husband’s homecoming, but when he finally arrives, he’s a changed man. He’s still her strong and brave Rick, but now he’s cold and distant. He resists true intimacy. She can’t get near his heart.
When Rick disappears for days without a word of explanation, Angela draws the line. If he can’t be in the marriage, a husband in every sense, body, mind, and heart, then there’s no point in them being married any longer. Even as she mourns the divorce that must be, her soldier husband accepts a new mission, the most important mission of his life: to break through the marital stalemate and reclaim his wife for his own.
For man and wife, the real battle is just beginning!
To My Readers: To me, nothing is stronger than the bond between married people. Sometimes, as with the case of Rick and Angela, that bond becomes obscured by distance and circumstances. It can take more than the memory of a vow to renew the strength of a bond; it takes drastic measures. Even if drastic means imprisoning one’s spouse for a night of sensual pleasure!
FRONTAL ASSAULT by Chevon Gael
Copyright © CHEVON GAEL, 2008
All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC
EXCERPT FROM FRONTAL ASSAULT
“Need a hand, angel?”
“Rick!” Angie crossed her arms over her breasts and peeked out of the stall. To her amazement, it really was her husband standing in the doorway of the ladies’ shower. Naked. “Rick, what on earth are you doing? Put your clothes on before somebody sees you! And get out of here.”
He didn’t move. He simply stood there, grinning. Which infuriated her enough, but then she noticed he sported a partial erection.
“Stop it,” she pleaded.
“Stop what, angel?”
She inched farther out of the stall and pointed at his groin. “That!”
He stood there, leaning against the wall, his arms folded casually over his chest. He moved his head fractionally to stare downward. “Oh, that. Well, that has a mind of its own. And I’ve got the key to this facility.”
“What? How?”
“The security guard. He’s a reservist.” He winked at her. “Fraternity runs deep. Now, about your shower.”
He advanced, grinning like a Cheshire cat and looking like he didn’t have a care in the world.
© RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Angela can’t wait for her husband’s homecoming, but when he finally arrives, he’s a changed man. He’s still her strong and brave Rick, but now he’s cold and distant. He resists true intimacy. She can’t get near his heart.
When Rick disappears for days without a word of explanation, Angela draws the line. If he can’t be in the marriage, a husband in every sense, body, mind, and heart, then there’s no point in them being married any longer. Even as she mourns the divorce that must be, her soldier husband accepts a new mission, the most important mission of his life: to break through the marital stalemate and reclaim his wife for his own.
For man and wife, the real battle is just beginning!
To My Readers: To me, nothing is stronger than the bond between married people. Sometimes, as with the case of Rick and Angela, that bond becomes obscured by distance and circumstances. It can take more than the memory of a vow to renew the strength of a bond; it takes drastic measures. Even if drastic means imprisoning one’s spouse for a night of sensual pleasure!
FRONTAL ASSAULT by Chevon Gael
Copyright © CHEVON GAEL, 2008
All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC
EXCERPT FROM FRONTAL ASSAULT
“Need a hand, angel?”
“Rick!” Angie crossed her arms over her breasts and peeked out of the stall. To her amazement, it really was her husband standing in the doorway of the ladies’ shower. Naked. “Rick, what on earth are you doing? Put your clothes on before somebody sees you! And get out of here.”
He didn’t move. He simply stood there, grinning. Which infuriated her enough, but then she noticed he sported a partial erection.
“Stop it,” she pleaded.
“Stop what, angel?”
She inched farther out of the stall and pointed at his groin. “That!”
He stood there, leaning against the wall, his arms folded casually over his chest. He moved his head fractionally to stare downward. “Oh, that. Well, that has a mind of its own. And I’ve got the key to this facility.”
“What? How?”
“The security guard. He’s a reservist.” He winked at her. “Fraternity runs deep. Now, about your shower.”
He advanced, grinning like a Cheshire cat and looking like he didn’t have a care in the world.
© RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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