Release Day Blitz/Excerpt with Giveaway ~ A Seal’s Strength by JM Stewart

Series: Military Match (Book 2)
Publisher: Forever Yours (October 3, 2017)
Genre: Romance
ISBN-10: 1538728850
ISBN-13: 978-1538728857
ASIN: B07169D6PL
Buy: Amazon, Kindle, IndieBound, The Book Depository


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This second chance was worth the wait . . .

As a SEAL, Gabriel Donovan did the toughest jobs imaginable without blinking an eye. But three years after his wife's death, the idea of dating still makes him sick to his stomach. His daughter desperately needs a mother, though, and there's nothing Gabe won't do for his little girl.

Stephanie Mason doesn't run from anything. Not even coming face to face with the "one that got away" on a blind date. Steph's body vividly remembers every single thing about Gabe and while some things have changed, the way he makes her feel sure as hell hasn't.

Gabe and Steph know that love comes with risks, but if they're brave enough, this second chance might just bring them the love of a lifetime.

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I’ve been reading romances since…honestly, I can’t remember when I first picked them up. Probably somewhere around high school. I used to read a lot of Harlequins, along with John Saul and Dean Koontz. Diana Gabaldon is my absolute favorite author. But my all-time favorite read is a good, heartwarming romance. I write what I prefer to read—heartwarming and sweet, but sensual. There's just something about reading a romance. It warms my heart and gives my soul a bit of hope. Reading them is an escape for me. Writing them has become a passion. Okay, more of an obsession.
I started writing novels somewhere around the year 2000. It started out as a dream I had early one morning that begged to be written down. It was a simple image, but something about it intrigued me. This boy in this wheelchair seemed to have a story to tell. The more I wrote, the more the story unfolded, and the more addicted I became to the process. I eventually found a message board on (which no longer exists) where several more experienced writers showed me the ropes. Four books and many rejections later, I published my first book back in 2010.

Personally…I was born in Queens, New York, some forty odd years ago. I’m about the only member of my immediate family who didn’t actually grow up there. My parents moved away when I was three, and we moved around a lot, so I grew up on the west coast, between California and Washington state. I currently live in the Seattle area of Washington. You know, I don’t mind the rain so much. I do miss the sun, but you can’t beat the mild weather.

My husband and I married in 1996. He isn’t a romance fan and he isn’t a writer. In fact, the only thing he reads is the Yahoo news page. lol He’s a computer geek and a car guy. Give the man a screwdriver and he can fix darn near anything. But he’s my biggest supporter and my best friend. We have two boys and two very spoiled dogs.
When I'm not writing, I'm usually reading. I’m the happiest with a book and a dog in my lap. You can also find me vegging out with a computer game (Diner Dash anyone?) or in front of the TV.​

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Excerpt ~

Maybe he was right. Maybe it was time she was honest with him.

Careful to keep her voice low, she turned her head and looked off down the street. Honesty might be the best policy, but she couldn’t force herself to look into that disarming hazel gaze while she said the words.

“I wasn’t prepared for this. I was prepared for a weekend. A little fun with someone I trusted once. That’s different, you know, than a hookup in a bar. But you’re…you. It’s childish, really, to still feel that way. To be jealous of a dead woman.” She heaved a sigh and finally forced herself to look at him. “But I am.”

Her insides shook as she waited. That was the most she’d ever told him. She didn’t know if she actually wanted his response and yet part of her craved it. A holdover from all those years ago. Back in college, she’d wanted him to know she’d fallen in love with him, because she’d held out this hope he’d tell her he loved her back. Pathetic that the need still hovered beneath the surface.

Those keen eyes worked her face. Then, finally, he smiled, warm and alluring. “So, dinner? Next Friday?”

There was that sexy smile she’d known would make an appearance, and she was caving, exactly the way she’d known she would.

She heaved a sigh and nodded. “Fine. You win. I’ll have dinner with you next Friday. But since I owe you for the car and clearly you’re not taking my money…”

“Nope.” He winked, eyes gleaming with playful impishness and a touch of smug self-satisfaction.

Giddy, happy little butterflies took flight in her stomach. “Then I’m cooking.”

One dark brow arched and the corners of his mouth twitched. “Can you do that?”

This time, her facade cracked. She punched him in the shoulder. “Yes, thank you very much. Contrary to popular belief, I have actually grown up.”

Those gorgeous eyes glinted at her. “So you have.”

“Friday. Six o’clock. Don’t be late.” She pivoted and marched toward her car, determined to get away from him before she embarrassed herself. As she reached into her purse, however, it hit her. Gabe had her keys. She halted, sighed, and, face hot as Hades itself, turned back.

Gabe stood grinning at her, his right arm extended. He jangled her keys, dangling from his thumb and forefinger. “Missing something?”

She rolled her eyes and strode back to him, but when she reached for the keys, he held tight to them.

“I look forward to seeing you, you know. I’ll say it again, in case you missed my point last time. Were you anybody else, that first date wouldn’t have gone this far.” He finally released her keys and winked at her. “And I won’t be late. I’m never late.”









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