Nosearchandrescue180x285t every search ends with a rescue.  One look at Captain Taylor Jackson at a Career Day at Spring Hill College and wealthy coed Lexie Carter knew he was The One.  In six months they’re engaged and the wedding set for after graduation. When Taylor is reported killed in action in Afghanistan two months before their wedding, Lexie is devastated, her hopes for a family of her own crushed.  Can she survive a future without Taylor or will she succumb to her grief?

   Army Ranger Taylor Jackson fell in love at first sight with young Lexie Carter. While on a mission in Afghanistan, he is captured by insurgents after taking his brother’s place on patrol. When Taylor escapes and returns home on what should have been their wedding day, Lexie has disappeared under ominous circumstances. Can he find her in time to rescue her from her fate?



A Contemporary Military Romance for Champagne Book Group, Carnal Passions

A cute blonde coed lounged at a table on the other side of the cafeteria and stared at him. She turned to her girlfriends, whispered something, and then giggled. Her friends checked him out, giggled some more, and then one of them pushed her toward the recruiting table. She shook her head but didn’t take her eyes off him.

Taylor regretted he’d volunteered for the Hometown Recruiter Assistant Program. He’d wanted a long visit with his family, but he’d been away from Mobile for too long. After graduating from Murphy High School, he’d attended West Point, been assigned to the Infantry, completed a few rotations in Iraq, and then attended Ranger School. He’d found his home there. Several challenging courses and a couple of missions later, he’d become all that he could be—a well-trained agent and killer, one of the best. He didn’t belong at a Career Day at a Catholic liberal arts college in southern Alabama surrounded by innocents.

The girl stood up and walked across the room toward the recruiter’s table, her long golden-blonde hair swaying with each step. She was petite, but had some nice curves. Her expensive clothing and jewelry screamed high-maintenance. Not the kind of girl who sought out men like him.

Captain Jeffries, the recruiter, smiled, mumbled his standard greeting, and held out a brochure. She walked past Art as though he didn’t exist. She only had eyes for him. She stopped inches away. A man coming that close would have been on the floor, but she was either fearless or clueless.

She looked up a foot and more and batted her leaf-green eyes at him. “I’m Lexie. What’s your name, Captain?”

He was speechless, captured by a pixie half his size. She would be his—and no one else’s—forever.

A kick in his ribs awakened him.

“Eat, infidel.”

The stale bread, his usual morning fare, landed on the filthy floor beside him. The bearded, middle-aged Afghan farmer who’d been his captor for the last two months slammed and locked the door.

Hussein walked into the main living area. “We’ll soon be rid of the dog.”