Navy SEAL Romance: MC ROMANCE: Axel (Bad Boy Alpha Male Military Romance) (Military Suspense Protector Romance) by Casey Elliot Read Free Book Online

let’s get to work.”

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    After a fourteen-hour shift, Samantha was exhausted and she tumbled through her front door before collapsing on the sofa. She loved being a nurse, adored it even, but she had to admit that it really took the wind out of her. The long days and meager pay often left her deflated, but she wouldn’t do any other job, no matter what the money was.
    There was something so thrilling about saving lives, yet so gentle and simplistic as caring for someone. It didn’t matter who her patients were, she tried her best to love each one of them equally and always gave them her undivided attention.
    However, now that she’d returned home she was desperate for a break and a long snooze, but first she needed a glass of wine. With all her strength she dragged herself from the sofa and staggered into the kitchen with her sore feet padding on the thick carpet.
    “Ugh….”
    She leaned against the fridge door and yawned before reaching into the cupboard for a glass and a bottle of her favorite red. With some considerable effort, she ripped out the cork and let the aroma of the fruity wine drift around the kitchen. It instantly made her relax and she took in a deep breath, her nostrils twitching at the tangy scent.
    Samantha didn’t have many vices. She ate healthily, partied rather moderately and didn’t smoke. She occasionally savored the occasional nibble of chocolate and loved the feeling of frosty air against her cheeks during a three-mile run. Nevertheless, if she had to have a vice it would be a toss-up between a full-bodied red wine and a hard-bodied man.
    She couldn’t help it, she adored men and she especially had a penchant for the muscled bad boy who liked to always get their way. Walking through to the bedroom, she kicked off her shoes, pulled off her scrubs and relaxed into bed. Looking at the clock she saw it was almost midnight. She took a large gulp of her wine, set the glass down on the table and picked up her favorite book.
    Of course, she’d read it almost fifty times already, but it was one of her favorites and she always returned to it when she needed to relax and escape. It was a short but sweet tale of a princess who ran away from her castle in order to sample the ordinary life of the peasants in the nearby town. The princess, however, never imagined she would fall in love with a young, brawny farm hand, but she couldn’t resist him. Soon there was a baby on the way and the young royal could never return home.
    Samantha always felt giddy when she reached the part where the princess met her love for the first time. There was something so animalistic about attraction and she imagined herself right in the princess’ shoes with her heart skipping a beat when the two lovers kissed.
    As she read, she felt a tingling sensation in her gut like she always did. There was something so romantic about running away with someone and escaping to a completely different life. No matter how much Samantha loved her job, she always dreamed that someone strong and loving could whisk her away to paradise.
    Taking another sip of her wine she settled a little further under the covers wishing she had someone with her to share the warmth. She let out a long sigh then drained the glass before letting the book slide from her sleepy fingers.
    She was on the brink of falling asleep when something startled her. Her phone was ringing from somewhere in the apartment but she didn’t’ care to get up to find it, not until it rang for the third time.
    Ambling her way to the hall, she found her discarded bag and coat and rifled through her things until she found her phone still ringing with the jarring sound grating against her tired mind.
    It was her best friend Julie and she answered it with her usual upbeat voice, “How’s it goin’?”
    “Have I got some gossip for you?” Julie got straight to the point.
    “Gossip? I thought there was something wrong. I mean nobody would phone over and over again for