Captain Hardass by the new recruits, Captain Leigh Alphin is captain of the Fighter Force of the battleship Valiant Knox. He’s honorable, straightforward, and hard as nails – except for the soft spot he has for a young woman he rescued off a transport that was under attack. Now that she’s one of his new recruits, it’s imperative he stop thinking about her in that way.
Especially now that the Knox has been secretly infiltrated by the enemy.
Mia Wolf’s new commander is icy, no-BS, and completely gorgeous. His glances send heat searing through her. Neither of them can afford to make this mistake, yet desire takes hold, consuming them. For the first time, Leigh’s iron sense of honor falters as his heart fights for love… and against an enemy trying to destroy everything they hold dear.
Fighter pilot hadn’t been at the top of Mia's list. It hadn’t even been on her list. But no one turned down the opportunity to join the elite air squadron, especially when their name got assigned to the Valiant Knox under Captain Alphin.
So here she was. And she’d do better than her best, because that was what she always did.
At oh six hundred tomorrow morning it would begin and she’d see just how far her body, mind, and attitude could get her. Please God, don’t let me wash out on the first day. She pressed a hand against her forehead, a fine sheen of sweat dampening her hairline.
“God, what the hell am I doing here?” she muttered at the floor.
“They usually tell you that before you leave pre mil training.”
Her head shot up, and she swallowed a gasp when she saw Captain Alphin standing there.
“Hope you didn’t sleep through that class, Wolfe, or it’ll be like floating through space when your aft-thrusters have been blown to hell.”
She snapped to attention a little awkwardly, her breath catching in her throat.
Captain Alphin regarded her with a steady, cool stare, his expression unreadable. In the field they called him Alpha, the nickname he’d earned as a recruit. There’d been a class on him back at pre military school as one of the best fighter pilots.
The man lived up to expectations. His cool, gunmetal-blue gaze shot all the way down her spine into her toes. Just like when she’d first laid eyes on him at the deck triage, the back of her throat dried up as she took in the masculine angles of his face and the military, short-cut perfection of his coffee-black hair. With a quick breath, she turned her attention to her boots, her pulse skittering enough to make her jumpy.
When he’d come to see her in the ER, he’d been like a different man. She got the feeling he didn’t let people see that side of himself very often.
The way he’d spoken to her, the depth of emotion in those gray-blue eyes…the feel of his large, rough hand gripping her fingers… She shivered, unable to help her sensory response. She’d already admired the man, because who didn’t? Except by the time he’d left her room, she’d started having very un-soldier-like feelings for him. God, could she be any stupider?
As if training wouldn’t be hard enough, getting starry-eyed over the CAFF would just add an extra layer of uncomfortable to the torment of the coming weeks.
Jess has been making up stories ever since she can remember. Though her messy handwriting made it hard for anyone else to read them, she wasn't deterred and now she gets to make up stories for a living. She loves loud music, a good book on a rainy day, and probably spends too much time watching too many TV shows. Jess lives in regional Victoria, Australia, with her very supportive husband, three daughters, one ball-obsessed border collie, and one cat who thinks he's one of the kids.
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