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    Burning For Nero
    Burning For Nero
    Burning For Nero
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    Burning For Nero

    By Cerise Deland

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    On leave due to an injury, Navy SEAL Tony Nero heads home for a little R&R and some Fourth of July fun. When his buddy’s widow Cass Phillips picks him up at the air station, Tony figures he’s in for a sexually frustrating few days. He’s had the hots for the blonde siren for years, but his best friend won her heart first. Even though Ray’s been gone more than a year, Tony bets Cass isn’t interested in any man. Not him. And especially not another SEAL. Cass has a bone to pick with longtime friend, Tony. After her husband died, he was the closest thing her little boy had to a father figure. His visits stopped abruptly and her son doesn't understand why. Neither does she. She's also unable to quench her growing need for the tough and tender man. She's already loved and lost one SEAL, but that doesn't stop her from burning for Nero.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThe Wild Rose Press
    Release dateJun 13, 2014
    ISBN9781628304695
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      Burning For Nero - Cerise Deland

      You

      Burning for Nero

      by

      Cerise DeLand

      Book Two

      SEALs Going Hot

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

      Burning for Nero

      COPYRIGHT © 2014 by Cerise DeLand

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

      Contact Information: info@thewildrosepress.com

      Cover Art by Diana Carlile

      The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

      PO Box 708

      Adams Basin, NY 14410-0708

      Visit us at www.thewilderroses.com

      Publishing History

      First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2014

      Digital ISBN 978-1-62830-469-5

      Published in the United States of America

      Dedication

      For my own military man, Steve.

      PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

      Cerise DeLand

      AND HER BOOKS

      PARIS EXPOSE

      Sinfully hot!

      ~Romance Junkies

      Bring a fan, and plenty of ice water, you’ll need it!

      ~Long and Short Reviews

      POWER POSITION

      Prepare yourself for a wild, hot ride. The steaminess never lets up as they rock, glide and slide their way to ecstasy. Amanda and Jack are as opposite as they come but they find a way to make each other vulnerable, needy and sexy all at the same time. Amanda is dealing with a new lover after the death of her husband. Jack is dealing with uncontrollable hunger for his boss. The scenes are well-written and will leave the reader wishing they were one of the characters in the book if only to get some relief.

      ~You Gotta Read Reviews.com

      Chapter One

      Tony Nero toed his duffle on the floor of the helo, itching to jump out of this bird. Four-day leave at his parents’ home meant the highs came in multiples. He had braced for the lows, too.

      His parents were part of the highs. Their annual Fourth of July bash at their home on the Severn River. His smart ass little brother, if the kid got leave from Camp LeJeune. His sister, Tessa, who always invited a gaggle of her sorority sisters.

      A smile crept across his face. Memories of past Fourths revved him for the stay. Dad’s killer barbeque. Mom’s ability to make everyone feel comfortable. A rear admiral with a second class midshipman. A congressman with his former opponent.

      Tony shifted in his seat, craning his neck to view the serenity of blue water hugging the emerald Maryland shore below. Jostling his arm and the brace, he grit his teeth and silently cursed.

      Don’t think about your hand. Or the physical therapy that isn’t improving your use. One of the lows of this weekend would be to report that to his family and friends. They wouldn’t be disappointed in him. An accident, his dad said when Tony had called four weeks ago to tell them the news he’d broken bones on his latest SEAL mission. Thank God you’re still with us, his mom added.

      Your folks’ house, right? Bingo, his buddy, asked as he piloted the chopper closer to the earth in preparation for touchdown.

      Yeah. Tony nodded. Then took care to stretch and look below. Hopping a ride out of Dam Neck into Bainbridge Air Station meant he could get a panoramic view of the places where he’d spent his teenage and college years. Annapolis. The State House. The Naval Academy where he’d graduated number three in his class. The Chesapeake Bay where he’d sailed his first boat solo. His parents’ sprawling red brick home along the Severn River where he’d grown up, learning to be the man he had become. And where he returned whenever he needed a dose of objectivity about who he was and how lucky he was to live the way he did.

      Too high above his house to see many details, Tony detected a figure below reclining in a white lawn chair. That would be Mom, reading a novel. Walking across the green expanse of lawn was another figure, tall with salt and pepper hair in khaki and white. Dad, wearing his signature huge aviators, paused to stare up at the chopper, then hail it with wide swaths of his arms. He looked like a flagman on a naval carrier.

      Laughing, Tony didn’t stop himself from glancing next door.

      His gaze slid to the ranch house beside his folks’ home and got the usual sucker punch of grief. His best friend of half his life wasn’t there. Hadn’t been last year, either. But StingRay’s parents would be. Maybe his two younger brothers. Tony scoured the lawns, the shore, the boats. None of them was out enjoying the summer sun and the breeze off the bay. Not Ray’s five-year-old son, either.

      Not even Ray’s widow.

      Tony blew out a sigh of relief. He wouldn’t have to watch his every move around Ray’s gorgeous wife. He could enjoy himself. Oh, right. Instead, he’d spend his time wondering how she was, asking about her…and hoping no one saw his regret she wasn’t here to dress up his days and tempt him to do bad things to her.

      Hey, Ton. What say, we give old Caesar a buzz?

      No. Caesar was the nickname midshipmen gave his dad, indicative less of the family name and more of the man’s hard ass teaching methods. Damn, pal. He’ll bark at me if you raise a shingle on his roof.

      Gotta keep up my rep. He winked, then turned back to his panel to dip the chopper over his father’s boathouse.

      Really? Tony shook his head, grinning. Bingo had been the bad boy of his year. Short-sheeting upperclassmen was not a wise idea for a plebe who wanted to survive the rigors of the Academy social ladder. But Bingo had tried more than that and lived to graduate and get his commission. You riled him enough in engineering classes.

      Bet the old man still talks about me, huh?

      Tony rolled his eyes. More than.

      You got me! Glory never dies. How long since you’ve been home? He lifted his chin to indicate the brace on Tony’s left wrist and forearm.

      Five months. In February, he’d visited for a few days before shipping out for Afghanistan. Turned out to be an abort. He and his team had come home, only to turn around and execute the same plan in mid-May. That was when he’d miscalculated his agility on a thirty-foot drop and jammed his wrist. Broken three small bones.

      You wrecked up pretty bad there?

      Tony set his jaw. If the physical therapy had healed him more rapidly, he might have considered the breaks more routine. But the nerve damage riled him. He resented showing his disappointment to anyone, even an old classmate like Bingo who knew Tony was a SEAL. Not my first. I’ll re-coop.

      Sure you will. Glad you’re here, bro. I heard about StingRay. Bad joss. Sorry. Know you two were always tight.

      We were. And there it was. One big low Tony wished he could recover from before he touched down, went home and learned whether he’d deal with a bigger one. Because if Sting’s widow had come for the weekend with their little boy, Tony had to be on his game. Sting was a good man. Good SEAL.

      Sting’s team and Tony’s had run a joint op in northern Helmand province over a year ago. They neutralized the two Al-Qaeda they’d targeted, big boogies who ran two dozen cells along the Pakistani border. They’d gone in hot, extracted just as hot, guns blazing, grenades popping. Sting was their dust and clean up man, last out, covering their rear. For that, Sting gave the ultimate sacrifice. The two teams brought him home in pieces.

      Tony chewed at the inside of his bottom lip.

      Hey, Ton, didn’t want to kick your ass. Tough loss. I’ll shut up.

      No sweat, Bingo. A gentleman always forgave. Even if it was just lip service.

      Static filled the cockpit. Radio control barked out permission for landing. Bingo responded, centering the bird over the pad and descending like he was rocking a baby. I’d say your mom and Caesar are gonna hug your guts out, man.

      Got that right. Visits were rare since he’d joined the SEALs six years ago. But in the past eighteen months, he’d been through shit and back so often, he needed the relaxation that days with his folks always brought. These next four days, he wanted that

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