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Guest Blogger: Sharon Hamilton
Monday, July 9th, 2012

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Twice the treats! Today, you get Indie sensation Sharon Hamilton dishing out a delicious excerpt below—can’t get enough SEALs, can you? Then AFTER you’ve posted a comment here (remember the pendant contest!), head on over to Lissa Matthews’ website, where I’m her guest and giving away and stuff there too!

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Navy SEALs have gotten a lot of press lately, and while most of this is well deserved, SEALs themselves shy away from such publicity. And perhaps that’s why we love them. They live in this super secret community of elite warriors, keeping only to themselves and their families and ducking the limelight. Part of this is because of the nature of their work. And part of this is because of who they are and how they are trained.

How can we not fall for a guy who is so physically well developed, capable of doing so many impossible things, but yet doesn’t have to boast to the whole world about it? Those strong silent types. Still waters run deep. Very deep. Just the way we like it.

We love them because they are take charge. But boy, don’t we love to see them brought to their knees by that heroine? They know everything about blowing things up and doing a high level extraction, but fall hard for a woman without scaring them off? That is a different story. I like to write them so they are way outside their comfort zone. Make them squirm. Yes, I admit it. I like to torture them.

My fictional hero in Accidental SEAL, Kyle Lansdowne, has come back from Afghanistan with a stronger desire to set down roots and perhaps find something more satisfying than the string of one-night stands he is accustomed to. But he is really not prepared for how fast the he will land right in the middle of a hot romance with Christy. Although their stormy first encounter is by accident, he soon learns she is something he wants, on purpose.

Christy Nelson embarks on her new career in Real Estate by holding her first open house. Entering the wrong house, by accident, she finds the nude sleeping body of a young man.

Navy SEAL Kyle Lansdowne, on a mission to find his AWOL Team buddy, is staying at his buddy’s home while investigating the disappearance.  When someone breaks in, he takes protective measures. He doesn’t expect to find that a beautiful young woman is responsible for his teammate’s abduction.

What starts out as a meeting by accident becomes a hot affair neither one is ready for. Kyle is conflicted about getting Christy involved in his mission, but his hand is forced when he learns the same San Diego gang responsible for his teammate’s abduction has kidnapped her.

Battling a cadre of dirty law enforcements hell-bent on getting military equipment, especially state-of-the-art firepower, Kyle is forced to admit that he would be willing to die to protect her.

This excerpt happens after lunch when Kyle asks Christy to help him find a place to buy. Christy is in the process of showing him a model home in her condo complex…

“Some of these places went for close to a million dollars when they first came up for resale,” Christy said as she let them inside the furnished model with her passkey. “My mother was one of the first to buy. She got in under a special housing density program.” They both stepped into a beautifully staged great room and kitchen. Through tall picture windows, the bay gleamed as if covered with shattered glass. Kyle opened the sliding glass door and stepped onto the balcony.

“Nice place. Doubt I could afford it.” He turned, resting his back against the black iron railing, his bulging package prominent. He cocked his head, removed his sunglasses and asked, “How much?”

“This one’s five sixty. But we could make them an offer. It’s owned by the bank. If you have some sort of down payment, this could be financed VA.”

“Not sure I have enough.” He walked past her and waited by the slider opening.

“Want to see the rest of the place? It has a nice big bedroom.”

She slipped through the door, close to his body, and heard his inhale. He didn’t move out of the way.

“I don’t care about the big bedroom. I like a big bed,” he whispered, his voice husky.

She melted and didn’t dare look back at him, but instead kept walking down a short hallway, past a guest bath and into a bright bedroom. A full-sized bed, covered with a flowered green bedspread, sat against the far wall. She stopped at the foot and immediately felt his heat behind her.

“Too small,” he whispered. When she turned to look, his eyes focused on her lips. Her knees were shaking. She melted when she heard him murmur, “But it will have to do.” He leaned in and kissed her.

She raised her arms up over his shoulders and loved the feel of his firm chest pressed against her breasts, the way one arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her to his groin. His other hand fisted in her hair at the back of her head. His wet kiss opened more than her lips. It opened her soul. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, lacing over her teeth, searching. She granted him full access to everything in the moan she couldn’t help but give him.

He pulled her tighter against the rock wall of his upper torso. She spread her legs and rubbed herself against his thigh with a need she’d not felt in years. Her fingers entwined the short, curly hair at the nape of his neck, then slid around to trace down under his jaw. She pulled away to look at him, needing to see his eyes.

Without saying anything, she held his face in her hands and stared into the azure sparkles of his soul. One vein pulsed at his forehead as he allowed her to examine the questions written there, the traces of need and pain, of hurt and loss. He let her see it all. And she knew she could heal him.

She stepped on tiptoes and leaned against him again, as his hand slipped under the skirt of her sundress and smoothed over the lace panties she so carefully had put on for him.

He kneeled and buried his head under her skirt, licking the smooth satin fabric and then poking his tongue around the elastic to find the slit of her sex.

“Oh, God, Christy,” he whispered through the layer of her dress as he sought her nude opening. And then the roughness of his tongue laved her, deepening their connection. She released herself to his hungry mouth.

Her thighs trembled, her hands clutching the hair at the top of his head as she leaned into him, pressed into him, and begged him. She begged him to take all of her, anything he wanted, as much as he wanted.


He came out from under the cotton fabric, a wet grin on his face, eyes blazing, and slowly rose, standing in front of her. He slipped her dress off like lifting a piece of tissue paper from a lingerie box, then stared at her bra and panties. It registered what she had done for him. That she anticipated him seeing those lovely lacy things.

And she could tell it thrilled him.

Christy removed his T-shirt, then let her palms slide over his hairless ribcage and nipples as she squeezed the heavy muscles underneath. His broad shoulders were more massive than she had remembered. Her fingers snaked around his thick neck as she pulled him down to her lips and made him cover hers.

She moved her hands to the button fly on his jeans, squeezing his erection, which earned her another moan. His hands kneaded her ass, pulling her to him and pinning her arms between their bodies, palms to his chest.

“Should we go to my place?” she asked.

He smirked and looked her over as she stood before him, clad only in her lacy underwear, and shook his head slowly. “Too late. Maybe later.” He stepped closer, holding her head with one warm palm that turned her ear to his lips. “Maybe tonight. Maybe all night?”

“I might need you all night.”

“I can deliver whatever you need. I promise.”

She needed his pants off right now. She slipped them down his nonexistent hips and then over huge thighs, taking off his briefs with them. His warm cock bounced to life. She palmed the entire length of his shaft and squeezed the moist tip. She sat at the edge of the bed and put her lips over the helmet of his crown and tasted him.

His breath came harder as she worked on him, his fingers sifting through her hair, pushing her head into his groin. Then he lifted her under the arms and lay her back on the bed. He made short work of her panties, leaving her bra in place. His fingers massaged her opening as he climbed on top of her. His gaze searched her eyes, then sought her mouth. First one, and then a second finger tucked into her folds and she thought she would explode. Christy stroked his length and helped guide him, pushed the head of his shaft against the wetness of her sex. And rubbed.

God, I need this.

A shrill voice came from the living room. “Okay, now we have this one here. It’s a little on the small side.”

Christy and Kyle looked in panic at each other as they realized a Realtor was showing the home in the next room. Kyle quickly leapt off the bed and slammed the door, which drew a resounding “Oh” from a female on the other side.

They dressed and straightened the bed. Christy’s cheeks were on fire as she looked at Kyle. She swallowed, and then opened the door to face their audience. A portly woman too large for her height stood armed with an expression of surprise and disgust.

“Sorry. We had to use the bathroom,” Christy said, realizing too late the water to the unit had probably been turned off.

The Realtor looked at them like they were road kill, but the young couple behind her  grinned from ear to ear.

“Hey, no problem, guys,” the man said. “It happens.” He squeezed his wife’s shoulder.

Christy handed the Realtor the passkey and realized as she did so that her panties hung around her wrist. The older woman inspected her hand and shot back a hateful look with black, beady eyes. “This is way out of line, missy. I’m going to have to report this.”

Everyone else but Christy jumped in with a comment. Then Kyle grabbed Christy’s hand and they escaped together down the hallway to the elevator.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she said, looking at the floor.

Inside the elevator, Kyle took the panties from her fist and buried his nose in them, then gave her a smirk. She grabbed them back, stuffing them inside her bra. He was enjoying her turmoil way too much.

“Regrets?” Kyle asked as he stepped close to her, tracing the form of her right breast with his forefinger and then squeezing her nipple.

She had to admit that even if she lost her job, which most assuredly could happen, it was worth it. She squeezed his package as she pressed herself to his chest again. “Not one. You?”

“Only one, but I’m going to fix that right away.” His deep, penetrating kiss turned  her bones to rubber as the doors to her floor whooshed open.

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Sharon Hamilton loves all things paranormal: Angels, Dark Angels, Watchers, Guardians, Upogenie and Vampires. She also has developed a series of hot romantic suspense Navy SEAL stories. Her characters follow a spicy road to redemption through passion and true love—not exactly what they taught you in Sunday School!

Sharon is represented by agent Jill Marsal, and has finaled in several erotic, contemporary,  paranormal and single title contests over the past three years. She regularly participates in four RWA and California Writer chapters, and two blogs.

An avid organic vegetable and flower gardener, Sharon and her husband live in the Wine Country in Northern California, where most of her stories take place.
To learn more, visit her website.

15 comments to “Guest Blogger: Sharon Hamilton”

  1. Jennifer Lowery (Kamptner)
    · July 9th, 2012 at 9:57 am · Link

    Wonderful post! Love Sharon’s books! And love military romance! Probably why I write it, lol. Thanks for sharing with us 🙂

  2. Elle James
    · July 9th, 2012 at 10:23 am · Link

    Love me some SEALS! Thanks for sharing an excerpt from you book. Looks great!

  3. ELF
    · July 9th, 2012 at 11:39 am · Link

    Yum! Great excerpt, good luck with the new release, looking forward to reading it.

  4. Fedora
    · July 9th, 2012 at 12:53 pm · Link

    Whoa–that was hot, Sharon–thanks for the intro and excerpt!

  5. Jessie Llewellyn
    · July 9th, 2012 at 2:00 pm · Link

    Love the review/excerpt. Now I have to add Accidental Seal to my summer reading list!

  6. Susan W.
    · July 9th, 2012 at 3:02 pm · Link

    Love military romances! I have a copy of this book. It’s definitely one to read!

  7. wyndwhisper
    · July 9th, 2012 at 5:36 pm · Link

    thank you for the wonderful post and the support for the military.
    I come from a long line of Navy brats and it always fills me with pride when i see a soldier honored in any way.
    Especially these days when so many are treated poorly because of the political climate.

    tammy ramey

  8. Sharon Hamilton
    · July 9th, 2012 at 6:32 pm · Link

    Jennifer, so great to see you here. Can’t wait to do some blogs with you. We’ll cook up some fun stuff, right?

    Elle, thanks so much for showing up and for your support always. I sure had fun with these good (bad) boys.

    ELF, get me your email address and I’ll get you SEAL Encounter right away. The books have done really well (fingers crossed for the future).

    Fedora, I’m pleased you thought it was hot. Delilah is great about letting me “ahem” let my hair down here. Not many blogs where you can do that!!

    Jessie, SEAL Encounter coming right at you! Thanks for stopping by. Let me know what you think.

    Susan, thanks. I’m working hard on Cooper’s story, and I’m falling more than a little for him.

    Tammy, so proud of your family and their military service. I couldn’t agree with you more. We need to hold these guys up, especially since they don’t ask for much in return. SEAL Encounter coming your way.

    Thank you all ladies. My pleasure to be here, and can’t wait to share the next one with everyone.

    Use me as a resource, too. If you ever have any SEAL questions, shoot me a line and I’ll be happy to help out. And if I don’t know the answer, I know where I can get it!!

    Love you all. Enjoy. 😆

  9. Sharon Hamilton
    · July 9th, 2012 at 7:00 pm · Link

    Jennifer, thanks and great to see you again. You and I are going to have fun with our military heroes, aren’t we? When you’re done, be sure to give a shout out.

    Elle, thanks for your nice words. These guys are fun to write.

  10. Sharon Hamilton
    · July 9th, 2012 at 7:02 pm · Link

    Jesse and Wyndwhisper, SEAL Encounter on its way to you.

  11. Sharon Hamilton
    · July 9th, 2012 at 7:04 pm · Link

    Susan, thanks for your kind words. Can’t wait to show you Book 2.

    Elf and Fedora, if you want a copy, leave me your email addresses.

    Thanks ladies. Enjoyed bringing you some fun on a Monday.

    Thank you too, Delilah. Always fun to be able to “let my hair down” on your blog – something I can’t do everywhere!!

  12. Tabitha Parrish
    · July 9th, 2012 at 8:03 pm · Link

    Love the Seals, I met a few when i was in the Navy and what a riot they are. It takes a special breed to be a seal.

  13. Sharon Hamilton
    · July 9th, 2012 at 11:55 pm · Link

    Tabitha, it sure does. Love watching a group of them sit quietly and work on something together. I had bought some tables and chairs for them, and the group of 4 had everything assembled in about 30 minutes, without saying a word. Instructions in the middle of the floor, and they took turns reading them over until it was all done. No one in charge. No one screwed up. Nothing broken.


  14. ELF
    · July 10th, 2012 at 1:31 pm · Link

    What a lovely offer, thank you so much Sharon! I am afraid my review won’t be ready until late July/early August since I have quite a few titles on my plate but I am definitely looking forward to reading it.

  15. Jane
    · July 10th, 2012 at 3:41 pm · Link

    Congrats on the new release, Sharon. Looking forward to reading “Accidental SEAL.” I’m so jealous you live in wine country.

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