Sexy Series: The Night Stalkers by M.L. Buchman

Came across this series on Abbey Ann's Bookland. Check out her fun blog. I have never read anything by M.L. Buchman, but this series looks good. *Drooling* over the yummy covers...Check out the heroe's happy trail on book two. I am get hot and bothered by the way he his holding her hip....Ok done lusting on the cover of book 2. Just added  The Night Is Mine on my buy TBR list. I want to read I Own The Down first...Love the excerpt..I will be good and start with book one.

Have you read this series or already have in your TBR pile?

The Night Is Mine (The Night Stalkers #1)

Blurb:
First in a thrilling military romantic suspense series based on the real-life elite helicopter pilots who transport Navy SEALs and Delta Force teams in and out of combat and covert missions. (SOAR are the heroes of Black Hawk Down.)

Buchman's heroine flys the most dangerous military ops and tries to find the one man who can be a hero in her own life. Ace-pilot Captain Emily Beale goes undercover as bodyguard to the First Lady, with her rugged commander, Major Mark Henderson, who is determined to cover her back. Can she learn to keep her desire at bay before her covert mission implodes.






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I Own the Dawn (The Night Stalkers #2)
Release Aug. 1st

Blurb:
Kee Smith battled through a difficult childhood to work her way up the ranks of the U.S. Army. When she finally makes it into the elite Night Stalkers, she feels thrilled, honored, and vindicated...until she finds out she's been assigned to the "girlie-chopper" piloted by the only other woman in the regiment.
Kee is determined to show Lt. Archie Stevenson, one of the male co-pilots, that she is just as tough as the guys. Throughout their special mission, Archie doesn't know whether to make love to her or plant her face-first into the dirt. But he'll do whatever it takes to break through that shield Kee wears around her heart.


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Excerpt for I Own The Dawn

Kee Smith dropped to parade rest, clenched her hands behind her back. Muscled arms and shoulders back focused men on a chest that wowed ’em all. Some civilian women thought they were hot, but there was nothing like a buffed-out soldier babe. And the civilians knew it, too. Wasn’t a single civilian chick ever gave her a smile when she entered a bar.

“Sergeant Kee Smith. Best damn gunner you ever met. I want on your ship, sir.”

The pilot peeled off his helmet, revealing blue-green eyes and an unruly wave of soft brown hair that she’d bet never stayed under control, no matter how long a woman played with it. He opened the front of his flight suit to reveal a sweaty tee on a slender frame.

“First Lieutenant Archibald Jeffrey Stevenson III at your service. And it’s not my ship. You’ll be wanting to converse with the Major.” His voice so slow and smooth and refined, like a radio announcer on those classical stations.

Then he grinned at her, a saucy, funny grin. Started in his eyes and wandered down to his lips, ending up kind of lopsided. Not Mr. Too-Perfect Handsome, but real damn cute. She couldn’t help but notice that his long and lean had some nice muscle underneath, you’d expect no less from a SOAR flyer.

The Lieutenant, however, didn’t even have the decency to rake his eyes down her body. Either gay or self-control of steel-like strength. Came down to it, she’d be betting on the latter. What happened when that much self-control let go? Now that could be worth the price of the ticket to find out.

He moved off to her right, passing so close they almost brushed shoulders. He leaned in and whispered, “Good luck. You are going to need it. More than that nice chest, Sergeant.”

“But it’s a damn nice chest, isn’t it, sir?” So he had noticed.

“Yes, ma’am, it is.” And even though she didn’t turn to look at him, she knew they were smiling together for that moment.