❤️ FREE! ❤️ Do you know Shawn and Connor from my #GayRomanticSuspense series “Shadow Unit”? If not, now’s the time! Because it’s 🎄Christmas in July🎄 and their standalone holiday story “Snowbound Soldiers” is FREE through July 8th exclusively on my Payhip page!
Then start their heart-pounding missions from the beginning with Broken Soldier, Rogue Soldier, Hunted Soldier and Dying Soldier!
BLURB: With memories of the past coloring their present, Sergeants Connor Finley and Shawn Weller use an unexpected 24 hours together in an isolated cabin on Christmas to help one another make peace with their ghosts and look toward the future together.
Just in time for the holidays, I’m happy to announce the release of my new military short story – Camouflage Christmas! And it’s only $1.75!
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BLURB: In war-torn Afghanistan, all Captain Oliver Macintosh and Captain Brendan Clarke want for Christmas is each other. But will either of them have the courage to take the first step before it’s too late and they run out of second chances?
Thank you all for your support this year! Happy Holidays and Happy Reading!
HAPPY HOLIDAYS from myself and all of the members of Shadow Unit! To thank you all for your support this year, here’s a FREE standalone Christmas short story featuring Connor Finley and Shawn Weller. Enjoy!
BLURB: It’s hard to remember to celebrate Christmas when you’re chasing down terrorists.
How to Love Christmas Again
A Shadow Unit Holiday Story
By Jamie Lynn Miller
Sergeant Connor Finley fell back against his bed roll with a grateful sigh, staring up into the thousands of stars shining brightly overhead from where he lay on the edge of the sand in the Sudan desert. It was the end of a successful mission, and for once no one was chasing or shooting at them. The intel they’d collected had been turned over to the appropriate government authorities and they were at their ex-fil location, waiting for the Shadow Unit helicopter that would pick them up at dawn. It was a rare opportunity to relax and Connor was going to take full advantage of it.
Connor ran a hand through his short, sandy brown hair and looked across the small fire at his partner. From the looks of it, Sergeant Shawn Weller had the same idea, also laying on his back, arms behind his head, fingers threaded in his thick, dark hair, blue eyes closed. Both he and Connor had taken off their desert cammo shirts against the heat, hoping for some sort of cool breeze. They’d been chatting while they set up their small camp and ate their MRE’s, then fell into companionable silence. Which is why the single beep from Shawn’s watch sounded so loud in the quiet desert night.