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Command Control
Sara Jane Stone
A good soldier follows orders!U.S. Army Ranger Logan Reed's Vermont hometown has turned into hell. Logan is now known as either the hot-'n'-available widower or the town hero. And with the memory of his last mission still raw, the last thing he wants is to be called a hero. What he does want is the bold, redheaded stranger who makes his libido stand at attention.Sadie Bannerman is in town to help her pregnant twin…and to lie low until the world learns she's the author of the hottest new erotica novel! Thanks to her explosive chemistry with Logan, she's getting plenty of naughty inspiration for her next book. Because this supersexy soldier knows exactly how to follow her every command….
A good soldier follows orders!
U.S. Army Ranger Logan Reed’s Vermont hometown has turned into hell. Logan is now known as either the hot-’n’-available widower or the town hero. And with the memory of his last mission still raw, the last thing he wants is to be called a hero. What he does want is the bold, redheaded stranger who makes his libido stand at attention.
Sadie Bannerman is in town to help her pregnant twin…and to lie low until the world learns she’s the author of the hottest new erotica novel! Thanks to her explosive chemistry with Logan, she’s getting plenty of naughty inspiration for her next book. Because this supersexy soldier knows exactly how to follow her every command….
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Dear Reader (#ulink_5f9f21d8-0161-5a75-9788-380d72e6a05f),
I am so excited to share Logan’s story with you! Army Ranger Logan Reed was one of the horse soldiers from my Mills & Boon Blaze debut, Command Performance. He appeared as a side character, but I could not stop thinking about the lonely widower sidelined from the job he loved. I felt he deserved a happily-ever-after. But first, I needed to find the perfect heroine.
Then I met Sadie, the erotica writer determined to succeed. I love writing about strong women, but what made Sadie stand out in my mind was her constant struggle for work/life balance. Sadie seemed like a great match for Logan—except for the fact that he is on a mission to keep a low profile and she is actively seeking publicity for the next book in her bestselling erotica series.
I love hearing from readers! Could you relate to Sadie’s desire to balance her personal life with her career ambitions? Did you enjoy the small-town setting? Let me know! Find me on Facebook or drop by my website, www.sarajanestone.com (http://www.sarajanestone.com), and while you’re there don’t forget to sign up for my newsletter to receive information about new releases, contests and more.
Happy reading!
Sara Jane Stone
ABOUT THE AUTHOR (#ulink_de0f08cf-a216-5c75-a1de-8f204c370fa5)
After several years on the other side of the publishing industry, Sara Jane Stone bid goodbye to her sales career to pursue her dream—writing romance novels. Armed with a firm belief that dreams do come true, she sat down at her keyboard to write fun, sexy stories like the ones she loved to read. Sara Jane currently resides in Brooklyn, New York, with her very supportive real-life hero, two lively young children and a lazy Burmese cat. Visit her online at www.sarajanestone.com (http://www.sarajanestone.com), become a fan of Sara Jane Stone on Facebook or follow her on Twitter, @sarajanestone.
Command Control
Sara Jane Stone
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To Maya, for her help plotting this book.
And to my husband, thank you for your endless support and love. I couldn’t have written this book without you!
Contents
Cover (#u06343f82-6320-5412-8ced-4228b2540061)
Back Cover Text (#u74682a6d-5bf9-5d46-b443-e068b40ada06)
Introduction (#u24f12f62-2e61-5d60-9d4f-533a3af627a9)
Dear Reader (#u0dec0631-9d53-52d5-adb0-1fa2af4fb39a)
About the Author (#u83625d69-abb9-5930-b1e2-7d2fe02c5584)
Title Page (#u2a3c4414-172e-5232-b9ba-f700a038da55)
Dedication (#u333b9514-64dc-5a7c-98bb-a35d23226c19)
Quotation (#u499d7ee9-d243-5ee8-be41-10162c4e20e0)
Chapter 1 (#u65a55471-d0a5-50dc-be96-be87a42c2455)
Chapter 2 (#u73e89247-155b-5fe8-b486-11ec927e9796)
Chapter 3 (#uc6e29d87-ffa6-5627-b00f-4a1a957dec15)
Chapter 4 (#udcd687d8-6c47-5b97-8f72-064ab5f98f0b)
Chapter 5 (#u6692e03f-0d39-5a7f-bd66-3d2ee00f2a81)
Chapter 6 (#u45fb84db-3fa6-592a-b0b5-df1fa208caf6)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 21 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 22 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 23 (#litres_trial_promo)
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Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
The things he wants, they are dirty—depraved even—but then so are my fantasies. The difference is he knows how to ask for what he wants, and I lost my voice long ago.
—Isabelle’s Command: Possession, Volume 1
by MJ Lane
“Don’t leave,” he says. This time, his words are not an ultimatum. “Tell me what you want. Anything. I am yours to command.”
—Isabelle’s Command: Submission, Volume 2
by MJ Lane
I found my voice. But now, my heart is exposed. And I don’t know if I’m ready to love him.
—Isabelle’s Command: Control, Volume 3
by MJ Lane (A Work In Progress)
1 (#ulink_001c65b8-4591-5a50-bbf2-884cb764ac4b)
“EVERY WOMAN IN here is staring at you.”
U.S. Army Ranger Logan Reed looked up from his burger at the petite, white-haired woman across the table. Fact was he would rather be anywhere—Iraq, Afghanistan, a remote African village—but here, sitting across the table from his aunt Lou at The Quilted Quail, an old barn that had been converted into the only respectable restaurant in Mount Pleasant, Vermont.
“Because they want to raffle me off at the Summer Festival.” He returned his attention to his food. After a week spent hiking and camping, he’d thought a decent meal would be worth venturing into town for an early dinner. Now, he wasn’t so sure.
“You can’t hide from the people who have known you since you were in diapers. Look, there’s Cindy.” Aunt Lou waved her hand at the blond-haired, blue-eyed first-grade teacher. “She was asking when you’d be back from your trip. She is in charge of this year’s raffle and she thinks ‘lunch with a hero’ will be a big-ticket item.”
“I’m not a goddamn hero.”
“Language, Logan,” his aunt scolded.
He watched as Cindy weaved through the wooden tables. He’d been approached by nearly everyone who had anything to do with the town’s Summer Festival since his commanding officer had ordered him to take some time to rest, relax and get his head on straight. After Logan’s mistake had left his teammate with a bullet in the shoulder, he couldn’t blame his CO. And now that a journalist wanted to write a book about the mission Logan had screwed up? The army had even more reason to keep him on R & R.
Active duty Special Forces soldiers did not give interviews. Press, good or bad, hindered his team’s ability to do their jobs. His team, like many of the other elite units, was designed to slip into an area unnoticed, execute their task and leave undetected. Sometimes, their missions required them to blend in with the local population without alerting the enemy. They wore their hair longer than the average military buzz cut. Some of the guys grew beards. And at times, they worked alongside the good guys in the area. If the media put their names and faces out there, along with their rank and job description, the enemy would see it and there was a chance it would handicap their future missions.
Not to mention the fact that nine times out of ten, the press focused on their mistakes, not their wins. His team had completed hundreds of successful missions, but the only one anyone wanted to write about was the one that had gone south. His CO was determined to make sure that didn’t happen.
Logan was ready and willing to do his part and lie low in rural Vermont. His job as a Ranger—it was everything to him. This time, when Logan returned to his team, he would be ready for duty—no distractions. That meant he needed to put his grief to rest.
He’d never forget. Not by a long shot. But he didn’t need to feel like he was drowning in loss every damn day. Jane had been gone for over a year now. At some point, he had to put the past behind him.
But thanks to his friends and family, he felt more bound to his memories than ever. They had good intentions. Still, everyone treated him as if he was supposed to spend the rest of his life immersed in sorrow. Unless he was on the battlefield. Out there they assumed he could do no wrong, as if putting on the uniform transformed him into some sort of idol. That’s why he’d gone hiking in the first place, to get away from the town determined to label him a freaking hero.
“I agreed to come to town for a burger,” he said. “Nothing else.”
“If we always got what we wanted out of life,” Aunt Lou said, “I’d be living in one of those fancy homes like the ladies on The Real Housewives.”
And he’d be back with his team doing the job he loved instead of sidelined indefinitely. Or better yet, Jane would still be alive and he wouldn’t have spent the past year feeling like everyone in his life was tiptoeing around him. He didn’t need an endless pity party.
The smell of Cindy’s floral perfume reached the table first. Logan glanced at the door, debating whether to abandon his burger.
“Mind your manners,” Aunt Lou ordered as Cindy followed her perfume cloud to their table.
Logan stood, allowing Cindy to wrap her arms around him.
“Logan, it’s so good to see you out.” Cindy drew back and looked at him, her brow furrowed. “How are you?”
God, how he hated those three little words. “Just fine, ma’am.”
He reclaimed his seat and his burger. Without waiting for an invitation, Cindy pulled a chair from an empty table and sat down next to him.
“Have you given any more thought to the raffle? The people of Mount Pleasant would be lining up to buy tickets if they knew the grand prize was lunch with our very own U.S. Army ranger. Everyone is dying to learn more about your latest mission.” Cindy dropped her voice to a near whisper, leaning in until the scent of her perfume left him practically gagging. “Especially after seeing that picture in the paper.”
She wasn’t the first person in town to reference the picture that had spread like wildfire through the nation’s media. The image showed Logan and his teammates riding horses provided by an Afghan warlord, their faces thankfully obscured by handkerchiefs. “That’s classified.”
“Surely you can share some of the details,” Cindy pressed. “Perhaps over lunch with the raffle winner? All the proceeds go to the school’s literacy program.”
Logan reached for his beer and took a long drink, wishing like hell he could get up and leave. He had a hunch the raffle winner would be a woman—the men in town wouldn’t be caught dead on a lunch date with him—and she wouldn’t be interested in the nitty-gritty details of his latest mission.
Since he’d been home, a number of single women had tried to cozy up to him, always proclaiming how sorry they were for his loss while trying to drop subtle hints they were interested if he was ready to start dating again. It was plain weird.
Logan glanced at the door. Too bad he couldn’t call for an extraction team and fast-rope out of there. But walking away wouldn’t stop Cindy from trying any tactic to get a commitment out of him. He gave his aunt a pleading look.
“Cindy, you know he can’t talk about the details of his missions.” His aunt stood and took Cindy’s arm. “I think I saw Suzanne Hummel on the patio, and I need to speak with her about the band she hired to play at Summer Festival.”
“Of course.” Cindy turned to him, dropping her voice low. “Promise me you’ll think about the raffle. We need an answer soon. The festival is only days away.”
Aunt Lou pulled Cindy away, but they were still within earshot when Lou called over her shoulder, “If you leave first, do me a favor and move the small desk in the library down to the guesthouse.”
Logan nodded. He had every intention of ducking out as soon as he finished his burger. He’d driven his truck here knowing he might need to escape before his aunt. “Sure. After I feed the cows.”
“Before,” his aunt insisted. “I have a tenant arriving today and she’s a writer. Asked if we could provide a space for her to work.”
