I’m glad you two stopped by. I really enjoyed your story. If don’t mind, I have some questions for you. I’d like to get to know you better, and I’m sure my readers would, too. Let’s start with something simple. I noticed you both introduced yourselves with your nicknames. How did you get them?
CWO Hunter: “Well, see, I got the nickname “Magic” ’cause everyone said I could make miracles happen when healin’ folks in the field. I can’t say as that’s true, ma’am, but I thank God everyday for lending a hand when Ghost got shot.”
Lt. Waters: “My nickname comes from my taste in music. They called me old school, “Retro” because I liked listening to the classics. You know, Def Leppard, Dire Straits, Paul Simon, Iron Maiden, Icehouse.”
Magic snorts. Retro growls. “Shut up, Magic. Electric Blue is a great song.”
“I know, Retro. Fits you to a T.”
*cough* I kind of like Electric Blue, too, Retro. Just sayin’. And Magic, I’ve heard Chris talk about you being magic in other ways. *waggles brows* That said, I’m sure the whole team was glad you were there when Chris was injured. My other half was Army. You two are Navy SEALs. Why did you join the military and what made you decide to be SEALs? And did either of you ever consider “ringing out”?
Magic speaks up first. “Aw, hell, ma’am. Everyone considers ringin’ out. BUD/S training sucks no matter which way you look at it. A third of the guys get rolled medically, which means they have to come back and do it again once they healed. I got lucky. I made it through the first time.” Hunter glanced at Waters. “And I gotta credit Ghost with lightin’ the fire under my ass—oops, sorry, ma’am—under my butt to finish. It was kinda an ego thing. Women aren’t supposed to make it through BUD/S. If she could, sure as hell I could.” Hunter grins. “But I joined the Navy because I lived in dusty, dry El Paso, Texas, and the ocean just seemed like home the first time I saw it as a kid. As for the SEALs, well, SEALs make a helluva difference in many situations and bein’ medically inclined, I figured I’d do best if I was helpin’ them help others. Best way to do that is patch them up and watch their backs.”
Silver waves off the apology. “No worries, Magic. I’ve said worse.” She winks. “What about you, Retro?”
Waters’ face loses most of its expression. “I joined the Navy because my father was a frogman in Vietnam. Like father like son, I guess.” He shrugs uncomfortably. “It kept him off my back. But I took the next step to be a SEAL because I wanted to be the best at what we did. And make no mistake, ma’am, we are the best.” His smile is all satisfaction. “Did I consider ringing out? Yeah. But watching other guys give up and knowing the instructors tried to make the training the worst it would ever be made me push through. Some guys just gave up out of nowhere. Like they weren’t too cold or too tired or too hungry. They were just done for no apparent reason. I still don’t get that. Guess they just didn’t want it bad enough. There’s a SEAL adage “the only easy day was yesterday.” And the way I figured it, if I could get through BUD/S, which is a crash-course in awful, I could get through the ops coming up because I’d seen the worst out there, and that was ‘easy’.”
Dedication. That says a lot about a man. And in this case, two men. You two are best friends, right? Describe the other’s personality with five adjectives that would make your 5th grade English teacher proud.
Magic narrows his eyes and scans Retro. “Let’s see…Stubborn. Strong. Dogged. Determined. Inventive.
Interesting. Those are excellent attributes for an officer.
Retro snorts and shakes his head, bemused. “I’d say Hunter is lucky. Balanced. Quick. Handsome—right up there with Bam-Bam. And good at compartmentalizing.
Speaking of balanced, I see why you two are friends. You even each other out. So, if you have leave and could go anywhere for a vacation, where would you go and who would you go with?
Retro raises an eyebrow. “Vacation, ma’am? We’re SEALs. Vacations are for folks who get time off. Besides, we travel a lot. If I get much leave, I prefer a ‘staycation’ where I don’t have to plan anything. And there’s no question who I’d go with. My wife, Christiana, and Magic.”
“You gotta remember to think outside the box, Retro.” Magic thumps Waters’ arm to take the sting out of his words. “If we ever got enough leave, I’d take Chris to Machu Pichu. She’s always wanted to go there and the only time we’ve seen Peru, it was dark and full of unfriendly fire. It’d be nice to see the mountains and ruins in the daylight. Plus, we’d definitely try for the Mile-High club without leaving the ground.” He winks.
Retro laughs and bumps fists with Magic. “Hooyah!”
What’s your favorite food? And would you rather cook or go out to eat?
“My favorite food has got to be sea bass with butter and garlic. Sweet mercy, that’s the best ever. I learned how to make it from a little Senorita in Chile one time.” Magic winks. “Don’t tell Chris. And I’ll eat anywhere. At home or out, doesn’t matter to me.”
“I’d rather cook at home. Better chance of being with Chris. And feeding her.” Retro flashes a cheeky grin. “My favorite food is a toss-up between good old fashioned fish’n chips, and Chicago style pizza with everything on it including the kitchen sink. Either makes me think of home.”
Yeah, I bet meals are interesting around your place. *laugh* You guys are in a high-stress career. How do you relax?
“Make love to Chris.” Both men speak together and bump fists again. “Hooyah!”
“Actually, I like to carve wood puzzles. You know, like links out of one piece of wood?” Retro shrugs with one shoulder. “I didn’t know anything about it until I saw this program on the Discovery channel while on leave with Chris. It’s really amazing to get something really complex out of one piece of wood. I didn’t have space before, but we made a woodshop in the garage and Chris collects driftwood for me when I’m on op.”
“I’m a big fan of swimmin’, so I’ll work out some of my frustration in the pool, then hang out with my wife and my best buddy. Playin’ in a pool is the best for me. Speakin’ of which, when are the builders comin’, Retro?” Magic elbows the broader SEAL.
“After the new year. Chris wants a Japanese garden with vine maples and lanterns and granite from the Sierras or something.” Retro shrugs again and turns back to Silver. “That’s what she does to relax. Gardening.”
When you first saw Chris, your heroine, what was your first thought? And what was your second?
Magic laughs. “‘Holy shit, how does she think she’ll make it through BUD/S?’ And then, ‘Holy shit, how will I keep up with her?’”
Retro shakes his head. “I wondered why a pretty woman like her would want to be a SEAL, but it became pretty obvious she wanted to be the best. My second thought was what a damn good leader she was to the men flagging in the class. She pushed them hard and made them work harder without belittling them. It was damn impressive.”
You two share Chris. What is the one piece of advice you’d give to anyone considering a committed ménage relationship?
“Communication and honesty. No one’s gonna read anyone else’s mind. If there’s bad feelin’s developin’, they gotta be addressed immediately and with candor. You have to trust your partners to be willin’ to tackle anything together.” Magic tips his head and shoots a glance at Waters. “It’s like a SEAL team, really. You gotta have faith in your partners and yourself. You’re all in this together, win or lose.”
“You also gotta be willing to engage. There is no waiting for someone to notice you’re unhappy or jealous or freaked out.” Retro’s voice is steady, his expression distant. “Everyone is different and has different concerns. You gotta trust they’ll be willing to tell you when something’s not working and also willing to fix it. You, too. If you want it bad enough, like being a SEAL, you’ll work it out. Trust and respect for everyone involved, they’re the keys to this kind of commitment.”
Thanks, Magic and Retro. It’s been fun getting to know you better. Now we’re ready to read about you in Siobhan Muir’s book!
“Thank you, ma’am.” Magic smiles.
“Thanks, ma’am.” Retro nods.
Ensign Christiana “Ghost” Brickman is the only female SEAL to survive BUD/S training, a real Navy Jane. But when an ambush ends her career as an active SEAL, she’s free to pursue other interests. Like her two best friends Lt. Jim “Retro” Waters and Chief Warrant Officer Todd “Magic” Hunter. She’s wanted them for over a year, but never dared to approach them while in the squad.
Retro has fought his dark desires since high school, certain the need to share a woman unnatural. Magic had never considered sharing before Ghost mentions it, but it solves his dilemma of choosing between his best friend and his woman. But Retro balks at Ghost’s offer to share and retreats from both when she marries Magic.
Everyone feels Retro’s loss, but he ignores the ache of their broken connection in favor of living ‘normal.’ When Ghost and the other wives of Beta Squad are kidnapped, Retro must reevaluate how much both Ghost and Magic mean to him. And he must decide how far he’s willing to go to save the woman he loves, before she becomes the Navy’s ghost.
Praise for THE NAVY’S GHOST:
“A kick-ass heroine and the two SEALs who love her battle bad guys and their own emotions in this action-packed romance.” ~ Cat Johnson, NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author
About Siobhan Muir:
BIO: Siobhan Muir lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he’s never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.
In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.
Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.
Siobhan’s recent release, The Navy’s Ghost, is the first book in the Bad Boys of Beta Squad series. She has published A Hell Hound’s Fire (a free read) and The Beltane Witch in the Cloudburst Colorado series. Siobhan has also published Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin and Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack through Siren Publishing, and Her Devoted Vampire through Evernight Publishing.
Readers, do you have any questions for Magic and/or Retro? And please check under the cut for the excerpt. It’s “hidden” because whoa buddy! We are talking major heat and definitely Not Safe For Work (NSFW)! [Edit: For some reason, the “cut” html doesn’t seem to be working–at least for me. Keep scrolling at your own risk. 😉 (Unless the darn thing is working on your computer–in which case see me *headdesking* Yes. It’s Monday. All day.]
“What about my cock?” Retro’s eyes flashed with his erotic challenge as he stood, unzipping his fly. Her pussy clenched as he slid his jeans off and his thick shaft stood stiffly in invitation from a nest of dark hair.
Damn, he’s big. She’d seen Jim naked before, but never hard. Chris licked her lips and bent down to nuzzle his scrotum, reveling in the musky scent mixed with a hint of leather. God he smells good. Her mouth watered and she licked the base of his shaft.
“Oh, I want a taste of your thick cock. I want to see how much of it I can get in my mouth.”
“Aw, fuck.” Jim’s erection flexed with her words and he held her head at his groin as he rubbed it against her lips. “You want to swallow my dick, sweetheart? I’m happy to let you try.”
Jim’s voice had gone straight to gravelly and the rumble against her lips made Chris’s knees go weak. Her bad leg faltered and she tilted sideways with squawk of surprise. Two sets of warm, callused hands caught her shoulders and hips, and held her off the floor.
“Careful there, darlin’.” Todd stroked her buttocks. “Let’s get onto the couch to do anything else, and save your legs for later.”
“Will I need my legs later?”
“You’re plannin’ on goin’ to work eventually, right?” Magic smirked and ground his cock against her ass again, sending more cream to her pussy. “Retro, why don’t you set yourself down on the couch and let Ghost get comfortable in your lap.”
Chris whined a little as Jim pulled away to sit on the couch. She tried to follow him, but Todd caught her hips. “Ah ah ah. You’re comin’ with me, darlin’.”
“But Retro’s cock—”
“Will be right there waitin’ for you.” Todd guided her over to the armrest. “Lean over the armrest and brace your elbows on the cushions.” He pressed down between Chris’s shoulder blades to bend her at the hips until her head landed in Jim’s lap. Chris licked her lips as his cock bumped her nose and Jim moaned.
“Aw, yeah, perfect.” Jim stroked his shaft in front of her lips.
“There you go, darlin’. Right where I want you.” Todd nuzzled the tip of his cock between her buttocks.
And right where I want to be. Between her two SEALs, one fore, one aft.
“You ready to suck my cock, Chris?” Jim’s eyes blazed with feral lust and her pussy spasmed in erotic delight.
“Oh, yeah. Give it to me good.” She lifted her head and engulfed the tip of his penis with her mouth.
Hot, salty-sweet cream hit her tongue and she moaned in time with Jim’s rumbling growl. His cock flexed beneath her tongue and she scrubbed it, swallowing the mouth-watering flavor zinging her taste buds. His taste was intoxicating and she craved more, sucking harder.
The sound of a foil package tearing momentarily distracted her, but before she could turn to look, Jim clamped a hand to the back of her head. “Uh-uh. Keep your sweet little mouth glued to my cock, sweetheart. Magic’s just suiting up.”
It took her sex-addled brain a few seconds to realize what Jim meant, but she lost all coherence when scorching slickness hit her pussy lips. She tightened her lips on Jim’s cock, making him groan, and squealed around his shaft. Jim held her on him as punishing pleasure assaulted her labia from behind. Todd’s lips and tongue reduced her to a mewling, wriggling mess with a mouthful of cock. Chris swallowed hard and tried to remember to breathe.
“Aw, fuck, Magic. You better get in there because she’s killing my control.”
Pride and pleasure bloomed in Chris’s chest as she grasped the base of Jim’s cock and massaged his balls with the tips of her fingers. Jim flexed his hips and groaned, one hand fisting in her hair. “Magic, hurry.”
Chris turned all her focus on pleasuring Jim until the hard, slick tip of Todd’s cock nudged her nether lips. “Are you ready for me, darlin’?”
Todd’s usually mellow voice sounded strained and his hands tightened on her hips. She pulled off Jim’s cock long enough to say, “Take me, Magic.”
She expected Todd to slam inside her pussy, but he took a few moments to stroke her hips and ass, kissing her back above the bandage on her back. “I love this tattoo you got, Chris. It’s beautiful and I’m gonna take real pleasure in fucking you when I can look at all those sexy swirls of ink.”
Chris hummed her approval of his words and Jim’s cock flexed in her mouth. She swallowed against his taut skin and he growled. “Come on, Magic. She’s killing me.”
Todd chortled and thrust home hard, driving Jim’s cock deep into Chris’s throat. Chris lost track of her job as Todd moved at a measured pace and pleasure ricocheted outward from her pussy. The scent of sex and spicy man filled the air around her, sending more cream to her core. They’re here. They’re really fucking me.