Out of Uniform Box Set: Books 1-3
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Out of Uniform Box Set
Books 1-3
Elle Kennedy
Contents
Hot & Bothered
Hot & Heavy
Feeling Hot
Hot & Bothered
Heat of the Moment
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Heat of Passion
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Heat of the Storm
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Epilogue
Hot & Heavy
Heat it Up
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Heat of the Night
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
The Heat is On
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Feeling Hot
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Other Titles by Elle Kennedy
About the Author
Hot & Bothered
Three sizzling-hot stories from New York Times and international bestselling author Elle Kennedy!
Give a SEAL an inch, and he’ll take your heart.
Heat of the Moment
For almost a year Shelby has lusted over swoon-worthy Garrett, but she can’t figure out why he’s not interested…until she overhears him saying she’s too vanilla for his taste. When a heat wave sends the sexy Navy SEAL into her bakery, she finally has the opportunity to show him exactly what he’s missing…
Heat of Passion
Holly has too much on her plate to think about a serious relationship. A hot fling with a SEAL, though, is the perfect way to take the edge off. The last thing she expects is to run into her gorgeous one-night stand weeks later, and to discover that Carson wants the one thing she doesn’t: more. In the face of his methodical seduction, her resistance is crumbling…
Heat of the Storm
Will has waited fifteen years for the storm that sends Mackenzie into his arms. He’s the one man not scared of her psychic gift, and their one night of passion is enough to convince this tenacious SEAL that they are much, much more than friends. Now he just has to convince her of that…
Warning: Contains dangerously hot Navy SEALS, and heroines not afraid to take them on one—or two—at a time.
Hot & Heavy
Three sizzling-hot stories from New York Times and international bestselling author Elle Kennedy!
When a SEAL goes after your heart, don’t put up a fight. They don’t like to lose.
Heat It Up
One minute broody SEAL Becker is responding hell no to a pesky reporter’s interview request. The next, he’s trapped in an elevator and calming Jane’s confined-space panic attack—with a kiss. Once he caves in to the fierce, unexpected need, there’s no turning back. Beck’s not looking for long-term, but a fling with a redhead with a brutally honest mouth and a body made for sin? Abso-effing-lutely…
Heat of the Night
When her long-time fiancé breaks off their engagement, Annabelle sets out to prove she’s not a prude. Only problem is, her list of sexual fantasies winds up in the wrong hands, and now she’s got a sinfully sexy SEAL offering to help check off every last wild and wicked item. Resisting Ryan is futile, but protecting her heart? It’s necessary…
The Heat is On
Matt thinks he’s a bad boy…until he finds himself face down on the floor during a bank robbery, arguing with a sexy blonde who wields her sharp tongue with surgical precision. Savannah eagerly follows the adrenaline rush she feels with Matt to the nearest bed, but when tangled sheets begin to feel like tangled heartstrings, commitment shy Savannah’s first instinct is to cut him loose. Problem is, Matt’s not going anywhere…
Warning: Contains feisty heroines, threesomes, and dangerously hot navy SEALs that give the phrase “going commando” a whole new meaning.
Feeling Hot
A sexy standalone novel from New York Times and international bestselling author Elle Kennedy!
In tight quarters, anything can happen…
Fresh off a six-month deployment, Navy SEAL Cash McCoy is determined to end his celibacy streak with a night of down and dirty sex. Instead, he gets an interrupted hook-up with a hot blonde who vanishes without a way for him to contact her. When he’s asked to keep an eye on—and hands off—his CO’s sister for a few weeks to guard her from a psycho-stalker ex, Cash accepts the assignment as a distraction…and gets the surprise of his life.
Jen Scott knows she needs protection, but she’s not looking forward to being babysat by some straight-laced yes-man her overprotective brother can boss around. Finding out her new roomie is none other than the sexy stranger who was seconds away from shaking her world apart changes everything. Orders be damned, Cash is the one man capable of helping her explore her sexuality, and she’s even willing to break her own rule—never date military men—to get the gorgeous SEAL into her bed.
Only, Cash makes it clear he wants much more than she bargained for. Not just her body, but the one thing Jen promised herself she’d never give to a man in uniform. Her heart.
Warning: Sexy SEAL? Check. Sassy heroine determined to seduce him? Check. Scorching hot sex bound to make you blush? Double check. A threesome and some man-on-man action? Triple check. You've been warned.
Hot & Bothered
Out of Uniform
Heat of the Moment
An Out of Uniform Novella
1
Why was it that heat waves always made her want to have sex? Shelby Harper wasn’t certain, but she suspected it had something to do with the spike of body temperature and the constant sheen of sweat that coated her body, clinging to her breasts, sticking to her legs. It made her want to rip her clothes off and wander around naked until the end of time. And thinking about being naked logically led to thoughts of sex, right?
Or hell, maybe it wasn’t the heat wave at all. Maybe she really shouldn’t have taken the tequila shot that cute Navy lieutenant had tempted her into. But she’d never been able to say no to a man in uniform...
Too bad the guy was married. He really was appealing, with his clean-shaven jaw and those playful green eyes.
Fighting a smile, Shelby reached for another ice cube from the plastic cup sitting on the smooth countertop. Though most of the ice had already melted, she
managed to find one cube still intact, and slowly ran it over her collarbone. The ice felt heavenly against her fevered skin. A cold shower might have felt even nicer, but she’d already taken one this morning and she was trying to conserve energy.
“Jesus, Shel, turn on the air conditioning. I’m dying of heat here,” a sexy male voice drawled.
The ice cube slid out of her fingers and down her shirt, landing directly in the left cup of her lacy pink bra. Her nipple instantly hardened, though it was hard to tell if it was a result of the ice or the sight of John Garrett standing in front of the bakery counter.
When had he come in here? Her shop was divided into a bakery and a café, the latter being where most of the customers had holed up all evening. She hadn’t even noticed John—no, he liked to be called Garrett, she reminded herself—she hadn’t noticed Garrett walk into the bakery. Not surprising, since he was a Navy SEAL and possessed the eerie ability to make himself invisible until he decided to materialize out of nowhere.
At the moment, however, he was the furthest thing from invisible. Wearing a pair of olive-green cargo pants that hugged his long, muscular legs and a white T-shirt that was pasted to his rock-hard abs thanks to the heat, he was really, really visible. He shot her a grin that was even sexier than that husky voice of his, adding, “I’m hot.”
Oh yes you are…
She quickly silenced the naughty voice inside her head. Yes, Garrett was hot—he was the walking, talking and breathing definition of tall, dark and handsome. And yes, his body was to die for, with all those perfectly sculpted muscles that didn’t come from a gym but from swimming with sharks and hanging off helicopters—or whatever it was he did as a SEAL. But no matter how good he looked, she knew fantasizing about this man would get her nowhere.
Garrett wasn’t interested in her. A year of flirting and that one pathetic attempt she’d made at asking him out to dinner confirmed this sad truth. Whether she liked it or not, he’d apparently tucked her away in friend territory. Which was probably a good thing, because did she really want to hook up with Garrett anyway? She’d played the part of military girlfriend before, and look how well that turned out. Not only had Matthew, her ex, been away for months at a time, but he’d been doing more than playing GI Joe when he was gone—he’d been fucking every female he happened to encounter.
“Earth to Shelby.”
She lifted her head and saw Garrett was still standing there, still staring at her. Jeez, this heat was making her space out.
“Sorry, what did you want?”
“Air conditioning,” he prompted.
“Forget it.”
“Come on,” he said with another grin, and then a wink. Man, how did he get away with winking? Most men looked like complete idiots when they tried to wink. “Give me five minutes in front of the air conditioner, full blast, just to cool off.”
“Increased use of air conditioning during heat waves causes power outages,” she reminded him. “Which is why half the city is experiencing a blackout. I’d rather be all sweaty than without power for five days.”
She was pretty grateful, actually, that her bakery was the only place in a ten-mile radius that had power, all thanks to the backup generator she’d decided to switch on. No way was she going to put a strain on the genny by cranking the A/C. She hated using it as it was, but she had an entire refrigerator full of cakes that needed to be delivered tomorrow morning and she’d be damned if all those cakes spoiled because John Garrett wanted a little bit of cold air. She’d already done him and his Navy buddies a favor by opening the café on a Sunday evening. The lit-up front window drew the men like flies to honey. To them, electricity meant television, and television meant the ability to see the big game between the Padres and the Dodgers.
He lifted a brow. “You’re all sweaty, huh?”
Figured he’d latch onto that one teeny part of her response.
“Yes, Garrett, I’m sweaty. It’s a billion degrees out there, in case you’ve forgotten.”
“Which only supports my idea about the air conditioning.”
“Forget it.” She set her jaw and crossed her arms over her chest to show she meant business. “Find another way to cool off.”
A loud cheer came from the adjoining room, followed by the sound of palms slapping against palms in high-fives. The Padres had obviously scored another run.
“The game’s almost done. You could take a quick dip in the ocean after you leave here,” she said, trying to be helpful.
But Garrett didn’t seem to be interested in cooling methods anymore. His chocolate-brown eyes glittered with a mixture of amusement and curiosity as he studied her chest. “Are you…uh, lactating?”
Huh?
She quickly glanced down, suppressing a groan when she saw the water stain that had seeped from her bra right through her thin yellow tank top.
“Ice,” she blurted out.
“Pardon me?”
“An ice cube fell down my shirt.”
He gave a husky little laugh that made her nipples harden again. Damn it. Everything about this man was way too appealing. His warrior body, his messy dark hair and teasing eyes, his laughter. She’d been attracted to Garrett from the second he’d sauntered into her bakery last year to buy a cake for his commander’s birthday. He’d requested the most obscene message to be written in icing, and from that moment on, she was a goner.
Maybe she was through with dating military men, but she knew that all John Garrett had to do was ask and she’d have her clothes off in a nanosecond.
But he didn’t ask. He never asked. In the year she’d known him Garrett hadn’t shown one iota of interest in getting naked with her.
“You should take off your shirt.”
Until now.
She managed a startled laugh. “Really? Why is that?”
His smile was boyishly innocent. “Because it’s all wet. Or, if you’d prefer, I could get a couple more of those ice cubes and rub them over your right breast. You know, so you match.”
She laughed again, this time to cover up the zing of arousal she’d just felt at the words “rub” and “your” and “breast” coming out of this man’s sexy mouth. He was obviously joking around. He had to be. Because although she’d imagined Garrett’s hands on her breasts countless times before, she knew the fantasy would forever stay in her imagination.
If John Garrett wanted her, he’d have made a move a long time ago.
So instead of responding to his flirty remark, she said, “You’ll miss the end of your game.”
Something that resembled disappointment flickered in his dark eyes. “Yeah.” He coughed. “You’re right. I should, ah, head back in there. Sorry I came in here and bugged you.”
What? He thought he was bugging her?
She opened her mouth to tell him he could hang out with her a bit longer, that she wasn’t trying to shoo him away, but he turned around before she could say a word. She got a glimpse of his taut backside disappearing through the doorway leading into the café and then he was gone.
Well.
Shelby leaned her elbows on the counter and rested her flushed face in her hands. What exactly just happened here?
She replayed the entire scene in her mind, starting with the way Garrett had walked in and demanded she turn on the air conditioner and ending with his offer to rub her breasts. And then, of course, his abrupt departure.
Had she done something wrong? Maybe she hadn’t flirted enough? She would have flirted more, but she hadn’t seen the point. She’d tried it before, and Garrett always brushed off her suggestive remarks, making it obvious he wasn’t interested but never making her feel as if she were inadequate or anything. He genuinely seemed to like her, but after a year of friendship it was clear he wasn’t into her the way she was into him.
“You don’t want to get involved with him anyway,” she muttered to herself.
The reminder helped, but only a little. Yeah, she wasn’t interested in dating an officer again, but…but dam
n it, she really wished John Garrett would have sex with her.
“Another shot for our lovely hostess?”
She looked up and found Paul, the married lieutenant, by the counter—yet again holding the tequila bottle and a shot glass in his hands.
He was obviously trying to get her drunk, and she wondered if she ought to tell him that no amount of tequila would convince her to sleep with a married man. Nah. He’d find out soon enough, especially if he did something stupid, like grope her. If he did that, then he’d also find out she was pretty damn good at kicking him in the balls.