The first novella in the Frog Hog series is releasing on May 18th. If you’ve followed my work for any length of time you know I like to parse my angst with humor. Well, this time I injected a whole story with the jokes and SEALs you’ve come to expect from my writing. Alpha SEAL who knows exactly what he wants? Check. Sex? Double Check and then another check. A warm tingly Happily Ever After? Don’t I always? 🙂
You may have heard the term Frog Hog if you’ve read SEAL or Military novels in the romance genre. Maybe you’re not sure what the hell they are, but I’m here to tell you, they’re women who seek out SEALs like heat seeking missiles and THEY ARE A REAL THING. I couldn’t think of a better way to introduce you to a Frog Hog than by dosing it with a heaping helping of humor, because really, it’s hard to believe they exist.
Dip your toe into the mind of a serial SEAL dater with Valen on May 18th, OR if you’re a blogger, sign up for an ARC here.
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/Frôg • hôg/ 1. A woman who only dates SEALs
The first time I did it, I labeled it novelty. The second, I was ovulating and extremely horny, the third time was because I’d had two martinis and he had fourteen abs. Fourteen. You don’t say no to that.
My name is Valen, and I’m addicted to SEALs. Bag them, tag them, on to the next. One ships out, the next ships in. It has become a hobby, a recreational sport, if you will. Their skills inside the bedroom are comparable to their notoriety on the battlefield. I’m pretty sure it has something to do with their trigger finger. I could be wrong, so don’t quote me on that.
From the moment I met the infamous SEAL they call, Hutch, my game begins faltering. He wants more than one night, and while I wouldn’t mind a double dip, falling for this lethally good-looking frog would be bad for my health. Counting abs turns into counting dates, and dates turn into something else entirely. Forever.