Storm Watch
Jason Mauer staggered through the fifty-mile-an-hour winds and into the house with three things on his mind—food, sleep and sex.
Thanks to Uncle Sam and the National Guard, he hadn't been home for any real length of time in years, home being the small California beach town of Santa Rey. When he was in town, he shared a house with his brother, Dustin, and hoped to find the fridge stocked with at least sandwich makings and, please God, a beer or two.
As for the sleep…well, he had a bedroom. The question was could he shut down enough, push away the haunting memories long enough to actually get some shut-eye.
The jury was still out on that one.
Which left sex.
He needed a woman for that, at least the way he liked it, and seeing as he'd been working his ass off on his last military stint, spending some special quality time at every national disaster that had hit the news, plus a bunch that hadn't, he was fairly certain he was lucky just to be alive, much less naked with a woman.
With a bone-weary sigh, he dropped his gear and headed directly toward the refrigerator. He should call his brother, his sister and his mom, and let them know he was back a few days early ... read full excerpt from: Storm Watch ebook
