Christmas at Peleliu Cove - M. L. Buchman - E-Book

Christmas at Peleliu Cove E-Book

M. L. Buchman

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-a Night Stalkers and the Navy romance- NAME: Nika Maier RANK: Petty Officer and hovercraft pilot BELIEF: Merriness is against her religion, especially during the Christmas holidays NAME: Clint Barstowe RANK: Lieutenant, 75th US Rangers BELIEF: There’s nothing in the world as sharp as a soldier in a Santa hat Nika’s past lies safely buried in the bottom of her duffle, right down there with her interest in a lasting relationship. Clint swore off serious women after his first marriage, but his feet are swept out from under him by the 110-pound sailor who flies a 180-ton hovercraft. When a mission throws them together and they are cast onto a beach like driftwood in a storm, none of their training prepares them for what happens to their careful plans. When her past and his present collide, they must fight the battle together to win a merry Christmas at Peleliu Cove.

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Praise for the Night Stalkers series:

Two Titles in “Best 101 Romance Novels of the Last 10 years”– Booklist

“Top 10 Romance of 2012.” – Booklist, The Night Is Mine

“Top 5 Romance of 2012.” –NPR, I Own the Dawn

“Suzanne Brockmann fans will love this.”–Booklist, Wait Until Dark

“Best 5 Romance of 2013.” –Barnes & Noble, Take Over at Midnight

“Nominee for Reviewer’s Choice Award for Best Romantic Suspense of 2014.”–RT Book Reviews, Light Up the Night

“Score 5 – Reviewer Top Pick – Buchman writes with unusual sensitivity and delicacy for such a hard-edged genre.”–Publishers Weekly, Bring On the Dusk

The Night Stalkers

Christmas at

Peleliu Cove

byM. L. Buchman

Chapter 1

Striding up the wide steel bow ramp of the LCAC hovercraft, Petty Officer Nika Maier patted the ugly beast on its big black numbers—316—painted on the Navy-gray hull.

“Morning, baby.” It was 1800 hours, an hour past sunset in the southern Mediterranean, the start of their day. Ever since the Night Stalkers had come to fly helicopters off their ship, operations had been done in a flipped-clock world of night. Even in their second year aboard, she really wasn’t used to sleeping through the day, but that choice was made way above the pay grade of a Navy enlisted woman. Despite the warm December evening, there was a familiar damp air-and-steel chill down in the bowels of the USS Peleliu where Landing Craft Air Cushion 316 was typically parked.

“You got a soft spot in you,” Chief Petty Officer Sly Stowell’s deep voice echoed about the steel cavern that was the sea-level Well Deck of the ship. The Peleliu’s massive stern ramp was currently raised, blocking out both the sea and the last of the sunset. In the shadows of the worklights she hadn’t spotted him. The Craftmaster was perched in the window of the hovercraft’s starboard two-story control station, but after four years aboard his craft and four tours in the Navy, she’d lost her the ability to be surprised and simply waved a greeting.

“Only before a mission,” she looked up at him. “Other than that…”

“…hard as steel,” he finished for her. “In a mood to go kick some ass, Petty Officer Maier?” He offered his ritual start-of-shift greeting.

“Two boots better than one, Chief Stowell,” her ritual reply before she climbed up into her Loadmaster’s portside tower to prep the hovercraft. Even on days with no mission or exercise planned, they always made sure their craft was completely ready.

Sly dropped down the ladder and headed off to the evening briefing as she started checking over the LCAC—spoken like you were about to throw up—El-Cack! Some part of her warped Lower East Side Jewish sense of humor laughed every single time she heard it…or even thought it. The LCAC was homely as a New York bum, and so powerful that riding in it felt like an outing in the Lord’s personal chariot. The juxtaposition got her every time. Probably made her completely sophomoric, but since no one could hear inside her head she figured no harm—no foul.

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!