Not only is Monette Michaels a fabulous author (one of my “go-to’s”), she is a mentor to me. She has been a huge supporter of my work and has really helped me iron out some of the kinks in my work. I love this lady and I couldn’t be more excited to see her release a new book. In this case, she’s brought us the latest installment in her wildly popular SSI series, Storm Warning. Please help me give Monette a warm welcome and make sure you preorder this one pronto.
Storm Warning, Book 4, Security Specialists International
Author: Monette Michaels
Publication Date: August 25, 2015
Publisher: Monette Michaels
Words: 118.5 K
Former helicopter pilot DJ Poe is a woman used to working in a man’s world and comfortable as SSI’s first female field operative. It’s her instant attraction to the company’s computer specialist that has her questioning her ability to overcome her past and develop an intimate relationship with a man.
Stuart “Tweeter” Walsh already admired DJ for saving his brother’s life in Afghanistan, but when the tall, leggy, blonde goddess joins SSI, he falls instantly in love. All he has to do is convince the man-shy beauty to take a chance on him.
Take one alpha-male geek, add in one skittish female warrioress—throw them into close proximity and you have the perfect conditions for storm warnings.
Settling back against the faux burgundy leather, DJ sighed happily. “That was a long day, but fun. I’ve never bought so many things at one time before.”
DJ had never enjoyed shopping so much. The fun company made all the difference. She’d bought more winter clothing and a one-piece swimsuit for the Sanctuary indoor lap pool and hot tub. She also managed to find some pretty clothes for her mother whose birthday was later in the month.
“Well, you didn’t buy the bikini that looked so good on you.” Before DJ could defend her position, Callie added, “So, I bought it for you.” The former model winked. “Tweeter will
DJ picked up a packet of sugar and threw it at Callie who laughed as she batted it away. “I can’t wear that,” she protested. “Not all of us are former Sports Illustrated swimsuit cover models. Besides it has huge holes.”
“My dearest DJ, they’re called strategically placed cut-outs,” Callie intoned in a snooty tone she must’ve picked up from a top fashion designer. “And you, my dear, have the perfectly toned body to show this little ensemble to advantage. It just screams you.”
DJ snorted and shook her head, but she couldn’t help smiling at Callie’s silliness.
Callie giggled and added in her normal voice, “Seriously, DJ yyou looked hawt in it. That royal blue color was great against your skin tones. So … I’m giving it to you and you’re keeping it.”
“Might as well give up,” Keely said. “Callie’s going through the hormonal need-to-mother-everybody part of her pregnancy. And she’s right, my brother will love you in that suit. I wish I had long legs … and a long torso. I’d have bought the fuschia-colored one. Unfortunately, those cut-outs would hit me in all the wrong places. It’s hell being short.”