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Ride The Mustang

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Ride The Mustang

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May 16, 2014


Fletcher "Mustang" Call is a dedicated SEAL and a committed Dom. The one thing he isn't is relationship material. A tragedy in his past killed his desire for more than a good time on leave and a little D/s play. Until April Coe walked into his life, a woman unlike any he’s known. Problem is, she’s as vanilla as they come. April was warned about Mustang, a man as wild and free as his call sign, so she doesn’t expect him to stick around for long. That’s okay, she'll enjoy the great sex while she can. At least, she thought it was great. When she senses her sexy bronco is holding back, she has to decide whether to ride the mustang a little harder or set him free.
May 16, 2014

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Desiree Holt is the USA Today bestselling author of the Game On! and Vigilance series, as well as many other books and series in the romantic suspense, paranormal and erotic romance genres. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times, The Huffington Post and numerous other national and international publications. Readers can find her on Facebook and Twitter, and visit her at as well as

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Ride the Mustang


Desiree Holt

Book One

SEALs Going Hot

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Ride the Mustang

COPYRIGHT © 2014 by Desiree Holt

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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Cover Art by Diana Carlile

The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

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Publishing History

First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2014

Digital ISBN 978-1-62830-416-9

Published in the United States of America


To my wonderful editor, Diana Carlile,

who knows how to take an ordinary story and help me turn it into a winner. You rock, Diana.

To Rhonda Penders, who gave me a chance

when no one else would.

To Margie Hager, beta reader extraordinaire. Writing is such a solitary activity. You make

me take myself out of the story and see it

from a reader’s point of view.

To my children, Amy, Suzanne and Steven,

who refuse to read what I write but

promote me to the world.

To my best friend Cerise Deland, who keeps

me sane when insanity wants to take over and

who herself writes incredible stories.

To wonderful friends Samantha Cayto and

Brenna Zinn, who with Cerise are the other cornerstones of SEALs Going Hot.

And finally to all my wonderful readers.

What would I do without you?


Desiree Holt

Desiree Holt is like the Nora Roberts of erotic romance.

~USA TODAY Happy Ever After blog

Holt delivers with delicious love scenes, a believable story and characters you care about. A perfect combination of wit, sexuality, experimentation and romance, it’s over way too soon!

~RT Book Reviews

Holt knows how to pace a story. There is a slow build to the first steamy sex scene. Well-written erotica filled with modern-day cowboys.

~John Rodzilla, Emerson Univ., Boston. The Library Journal

Though hot and erotic, the love scenes are filled with passion—both emotionally and physically. These scenes are also entwined within the action of the story in a perfect way.

~Romancing the Book

Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.

~Romance Junkies

Chapter One

Fletcher Mustang Call adjusted the straps on his parachute and leaned back against the wall of the helicopter cabin. Inside the Sikorsky UH-60 chopper, the other members of his team were doing the same thing. Although the cabin could hold eleven there were only four of them, all that were needed for this mission. The rest of the space was taken up with litters, folded at the moment and waiting to hold any rescued hostages who might be injured.

The team had studied the layout of the Caribbean island where the hostage was being held until every detail was burned into their brains, marking off the location of the hostage and the escape route through the jungle. They’d only have one chance to do this. The first team would parachute onto the compound, breach the building where the high profile executive was being held for ransom and get him the hell out of there. One of the SEALs in the first group would hustle him through the jungle where Mustang and his team would be waiting while the others held off the rebels until their helo lowered to pick them up.

At least that was the plan. Of course, anything and everything could get thoroughly fucked up on one of these pleasure jaunts. They were dealing with so many unreliable variables. All they could do was plan and plan and plan and then execute. And be prepared for all eventualities.

Of course, that was why they were SEALs, right?

Fifteen minutes, their pilot, Drake Shipman, shouted back to them.

Mustang closed his eyes and did his best to settle his mind. The last thing he should be thinking of now was a woman, but unbidden, the latest anomaly in his life danced behind his eyelids. April Coe was so unlike any of the women he spent time with. He worked hard and played hard, with women who knew he was definitely not in it for more than the here and now. And women who enjoyed his particular brand of sex. No emotional commitment. Never again.

Then a voice softer than any he’d heard in a long time turned him upside down.

As always, when he thought of her, the night at the pub in Virginia Beach blasted into his brain. He was just hanging out with a couple of his teammates, knocking back a drink or two celebrating the success of yet another mission. Then Charlie Iceman Harris’s girl had come in with a friend and his life was turned upside down.


Hey, guys, Diane Redington said. She took a moment to exchange a hot kiss with Iceman before urging the woman next to her forward. You all know my best friend April Coe. Right?

Hi, everyone.

The voice was what did it. Like a warm breeze, it yanked on his hormones and pheromones and testosterones and every other—ones. Mustang jerked his head up to see who it belonged to and was instantly lost. He stared at the vision in front of him, the petite figure, the rich cascade of auburn hair, and the hazel eyes flecked with gold.

I don’t think we’ve met. Mustang finally got his tongue unstuck from the roof of his mouth and automatically rose to his feet. Fletcher Call. Diane, where have you been hiding her?

Diane laughed. I guess you’ve just never been here when she’s come out with me. Be nice to her, okay?

Nice? Nice? What he wanted was to rip her clothes off right then and there. But he reined in his baser instincts. This woman was different than all the others he met. Even those of Diane’s friends he already knew. Just looking at her practically turned him into a blithering idiot.

Sit down. Iceman, gentleman that he was, stood up and pulled out chairs for the two women, with Diane beside him and April next to Mustang.

April works with me at the law firm, Diane said, looking at Fletch. She’s a whiz of a paralegal who gets stuck with everyone’s work. I finally convinced her it’s okay to come out on a weeknight. You don’t have to wait for Friday. But be careful. She hasn’t been inoculated against SEALs yet.

Her actions gave the lie to her joke about SEALs, however, as she leaned into Iceman and they exchanged a kiss that nearly set the table on fire.

Nice to meet you, April told him in a voice that danced over his skin like angel whispers.

He finally got his jaw off the floor. Same here.

He hitched his chair just a little closer to her, and a subtle fragrance, a mixture of floral and spice, drifted into his space. He was well past the horny teenager stage, but tonight, he sure felt like one. He draped his arm across the back of her chair, barely touching her shoulders, and just that minimal contact zapped his nerve endings. When her full, pouty lips turned up in a smile, his cock sprang to life and tried to hammer through the zipper on his fly.

What the hell?

This was not like him at all. But she had the same innocent but sexy charm as Viv, and the combination was a punch to the gut. He was famous for his iron control at all times, as a SEAL and a man. Yet sitting there, he had an insane desire to strip her naked and do all manner of things to her. He couldn’t help wondering how someone so soft-looking would react to his particular sexual preferences.


Don’t do it, he told himself, even as he inhaled her delicious floral scent. Before you get in over your head. Don’t do this again.

But she drew him like a magnet to steel, and before he knew it the words tumbled out of his mouth. How about dinner tomorrow night? he asked. Are you busy?

She tilted her head and pretended to think. "Busy? Let me see. Wash my hair? Or

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