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REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: Have Yourself a Marine Christmas by Heather Long

Always a Marine

Have Yourself a Marine Christmas

with a holiday…

Edward Brun—Rebel to his friends—has always loved Christmas. Whether raising
money for Toys for Tots, delivering presents dressed up like Santa Claus or
driving his platoon crazy with Christmas ‘surprises.’ He never lacked for
Christmas spirit—until he lost his legs to an IED.

Good Cheer…

Torres has watched over Rebel for months, holding his hand when he wanted to
give up, and bullying him when he got lazy. But with Christmas right around the
corner and decorations filling every room in their wing of Mike’s Place, the
barren oasis Rebel surrounds himself in breaks her heart. He won’t call his
family, he’s not sending out cards, he won’t pull any pranks—she decides to get
this Marine back into the holiday action.

elf on a mission…

the help of some kids, a few good Marines, and Santa Claus and Noël is
determined to give Rebel a very Marine Christmas…

Marine Under the Mistletoe

Always a Marine

Release Date: November 26,
2013 – All Links Pending Release

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About the Author:

bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science
fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are
filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime.
From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather
might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories—her characters
drive the books. When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes
her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like
your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines
so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll
enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

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the following excerpt for
Have Yourself a Marine Christmas:

Jingle Bell Rock blasted through the speakers
and more than one voice jammed out to the familiar tune, echoing the song up
and down the hall. The music still invaded his room, even after one of the
nurses had closed the door for him. Rebel thumbed the volume louder on the
television, hoping to mute the insidious little ditty before it wormed farther
into his brain.

A cramp fisted in his thigh and Rebel dropped the
remote, digging his fingers into the recalcitrant muscle. He gritted his teeth
and a hiss of air escaped—his only concession to the pain radiating up from his
calf to pinch his quadriceps. It’s all in
your head, Marine. Suck it up.
He had no calf muscle to cramp.

Because he had no damn calves.

Staring steadily at the news report offered him a
grim distraction. Trouble in the Baltics and civil war raging in an African
nation earned top news bites. Somewhere, someone always hurt worse than he did.
Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he tried to distract himself, but
the thunk of the faux foot on wood didn’t have the same effect.

The door opened, adding fresh punch to his misery as
Frosty the Snowman followed behind the luscious, caramel-skinned torturer who
looked after him.

“Close the damn door.” He regretted the snarl the
moment it passed his lips. The aggravating pain in his quad wouldn’t let go and
had begun to radiate up his back. Flattening his prosthetic foot had zero
effect and the socket friction on his skin compounded by the damn song
replicating like a virus across the walls of his mind.

“Good afternoon to you, too.” Noel Torres pushed the
door closed with a thump.  “Cramps?” She
didn’t wait for his answer before crossing the room and adding her nimble
fingers to the job. Seizing his thigh in both hands, she dug her thumbs right
into the center of the knot, brutalizing him with a fresh wave of agony. “You
know the drill, Rebel.” Snappy and crisp, her eyes clashed with his. “Breathe.”

He could no more ignore the order than he could the
heady scent of her perfume—not that he was expert in such matters. Noel’s was
an exotic, distinctly feminine scent he associated only with her, and for the
last year it had been his salvation. Deep breaths calmed his racing heart as
her thumbs continued to apply pressure to the violent spasm seizing his muscle
until bit-by-bit, it eased.

“Breathe,” she ordered him. “In for four. Hold. Out
for four.”

Struggling to follow the command, he kept his
attention on her. Dressed in deep yellow polo shirt that truly brought out her skin
tone, and her long black hair pulled back in a severe ponytail, she looked all
of twelve years old.

Yeah, if twelve looked hot
and edible….

He scowled at the new direction his mind wandered and Noel squeezed his thigh.
A burning lance of sensation stabbed him and then the muscle let go entirely
and he wanted to weep.

“You’re holding your breath again.” She frowned, but
shifted her grip on his thigh and begun to massage it.

Reminded, he exhaled a hard sigh. “Hurts like a

“Of course it does, you’re tense and getting worked
up. You know your mood has as much of an effect on your recovery as your
exercise regimen.” Disapproval hung off the last two words and Rebel huffed.
“And don’t you take that impatient note with me. Did you really think they
wouldn’t tell me you skipped physio three days this week?”

“I was tired.” He tried to look around her, but she
only adjusted her firm touch to knead the taut muscles of his other thigh.

“Bullshit. Your physio is not an option. Get a grip
on your panties, Marine. You don’t get to play the I’m-too-tired card. We put a pin in that one months ago.”

Three months before, he’d been in the midst of a
black depression and slept day in and day out. He refused to go to therapy,
refused to engage with his psych evaluation, and damn near ended up on forced
medication. Noel hadn’t allowed him the luxury of mind-numbing drugs. Instead,
she’d all but dragged him out of bed, helped him into a wheelchair and took him
for a walk in the park—pushing him around like a baby in a pram.
Humiliating—but effective. He returned to therapy the next day—and she’d smiled
at him. 

The soothing stroke of her fingers unlocked the
tension in his gut. “How was your trip?” he asked. Maybe distraction would

Adri’s Review:

Man oh man is this a great one… Heather Long has done it
again, but this time even better. How you may wonder… easy she has written a
Marine that is not only amazing but strong as well. Ryan “Rebel” Brun is
definitely a character that gives my favorite Marine Paul a run for his money. Thanks
to Noel he didn’t lose his drive to live. 
It kills Noel to see how closed off from the Christmas
Holiday Rebel is. As his case nurse she’s gotten to learn about him in the year
he’s been her patient. She’s also heard stories of how much he used to love the
holiday and how before he was injured he’d do anything he could to make those
around him happy, which is why it hurts her so much to see him so angry.
The small things that help him come out of his funk and
return to being the man that he was before are so amazing. I think Chrissy and
her wish from Santa is what really pushes him in the direction to change back
to the man he used to be. 
This story had me crying tears of pain for all that Reb has
been through. Tears of joy for how it ends and tears for how sweet this story
Hope you run off and get your copy today… Also remember that
part of the proceeds help the Marine’s Toys for Tots foundation.
Happy Reading… Adri
Sarah’s Review:
Thanks to Heather Long and Decadent Publishing for the ARC.   I am addicted this series and can’t wait for more!  As I write this review, I was on the phone with Adri saying “I don’t know how to review this!” because I really don’t. 

Rebel is one of those characters that I love. Stubborn, Alpha males…………..sigh!  Noel, man, I love her!  These two characters are a force of nature apart, but together, man these two can be a force to be teamed up with.

I loved the way Noel handle Reb and doesn’t let him bullshit his way out of anything but she also knows when to let him handle things the way he needs to handle it.  Poor Reb never stood a chance against Noel, especially once he knew he wanted to be more than a patient to her.   I also love how Reb was able to get Noel to realize what she wanted as well!

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