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    GI Joe Holiday
    GI Joe Holiday
    GI Joe Holiday
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    GI Joe Holiday

    By Amberly Smith

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    Declan Mathews has two objectives after surviving Navy SEAL Hell Week: keep his secrets hidden and enjoy what may be his last Christmas with his family. But Deck’s holiday plans are shot to bits when his commanding officer orders him to sit for artist Mason Cartwright. How in blue blazes is Deck supposed to stay safely in the closet when there’s a gorgeous, funny man staring at his ass for hours on end? It'll take a Christmas miracle.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAmberly Smith
    Release dateOct 10, 2015
    ISBN9781311109293
    GI Joe Holiday
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    Amberly Smith

    Amberly lives in the Northwest with her husband, two children, mother-in-law, and a cat named Cat. Their home has become a PC graveyard where games and gadgets are discarded for the latest shiny. She likes to read in bed, write in coffee shops, and cuddle while watching Netflix or Hulu. Amberly acknowledges that she has issues with being too succinct. Feel free to ask her questions about herself. She's not shy, just clueless what anyone would find particularly interesting about her life.

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    GI Joe Holiday - Amberly Smith

    GI Joe Holiday

    Amberly Smith

    GI Joe Holiday ©Copyright Amberly Smith, 2015

    Published by

    Amberly Smith

    http://www.amberlysmith.com/

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

    Cover Design by James, GoOnWrite.com

    This book is licensed to the original purchaser only. Duplication or distribution via any means is illegal and a violation of International Copyright Law, subject to criminal prosecution and upon conviction, fines, and/or imprisonment. This eBook cannot be legally loaned or given to others. No part of this eBook can be shared or reproduced without the express permission of the Publisher.

    Originally released in the United States of America

    December 2010

    ISBN-13: 978-0692532317 (Kuznya Freelance)

    ISBN-10: 0692532315

    For full details visit

    http://www.amberlysmith.com

    Chapter 1

    DECLAN MATHEWS was raised on bad omens. His mom had once found a dead wren on the front porch, and the next morning a tornado shredded the house like confetti. His mom had said the wren was a sign, though Deck figured that being stationed in Kansas had been the bigger heads up. His parents saw it as a bad omen that he was born with blue eyes. That he, even from the beginning, had been different.

    Today’s bad omen was from Chief Petty Officer Davis, who, like a judge about to deliver a verdict, wouldn’t look at the SEAL training class. Here came the chopping block.

    Deck stared down at his hands, looking at the blisters and crusty red scabs. They looked better than his feet did, and there were no red and white lines up his arms to indicate infection, which was good. He was starting to feel dry along his shoulder blades, which meant it was time to go out to the surf and get wet and sandy before one of the cadre noticed and yelled at him to do it. The sand had chaffed his inner thighs as he ran the miles up and down the beach. A layer of calluses and a bowlegged gait worked to diminish the pain.

    We’re almost done, Spencer, aka Speck, said next to him. He squinted at the wall clock, one eye swollen, a casualty of a log roll earlier that day.

    Still day six, whispered Lowman, swaying back and forth in his chair. Deck didn’t think he was aware of the movement.

    Deck didn’t know if Lowman or Speck was right. He’d lost count of the days. But they were meant to. Hell Week of BUD/S training to be a Navy SEAL was seven days with little food, plenty of running, sit ups, and a grand total of four hours of sleep. Seven days of being wet, sandy, and numb.

    Deck looked again at Davis, who sat at the front of the classroom reading printouts. When he leaned forward to get a better look at the man’s face, he almost fell out of his chair. He jerked back upright but pulled too hard and bumped the empty desk behind him. The noise caught Davis’ attention, and he looked toward the door and then at Deck. Or rather toward Deck, because he still wasn’t making eye contact. Fuck.

    Deck picked at his hand scabs and rolled his shoulders to loosen them up. He’d dislocated his left shoulder during first week of first phase, another log roll casualty. It was back in place but still felt off, like his muscles had wrapped around it too tightly to make sure it didn’t come out again.

    If he were being cut from the class, they would send him to the review board to plead his case. He’d convince them to roll him back a class to try again. It meant doing another

    Hell Week, but completing BUD/S training was the first step to receiving his Trident and gaining his freedom to be himself.

    Petty Officer Mathews, Davis said. Deck stood and reported class numbers. All the officers had rung out or were rolled back for medical. That placed Deck in charge of the class even though he was enlisted. A week after high school graduation, he’d started his training to become a MA, master-at-arms, affectionately known and hated as shore police. Now he was twenty-four, and though he wasn’t the oldest in the class, he had the earliest enlistment date.

    The six years had felt like an extension of his youth. His dad had retired from the Air Force. Uncle Stan was career military Army. And Great Uncle Mike, now a tough New York

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