About On the Sand
by Sean Michael
333 pages / 101700 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-219-5, 1-60370-219-9
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Rock, Rig and Dick are living it up at the beach in this installment of the Jarheads series. Dick and Rock's gym business is going well, Dick has gone back to school, and Rig's PA practice is working just the way he wants it to.
The only problem is that Rig just doesn't have the energy he used to, and he's not feeling great. He's worried that something might be dreadfully wrong, and he's afraid to have to tell his men about it.
Rock and Dick try everything they can think of to cheer Rig up, but even a vacation can't fix what's wrong. Months of pain and silence finally lead to Rig going to a doctor, but can he recover from being so sick for so long? And can he manage to get healthy again with two ex-marines watching his every move?
Read about Rig, Rock and Dick's adventures in Sean Michael's popular Jarheads series, including Three Day Passes, Tempering, and Out of the Closet.
Review
How do you like your Jarheads? If you like them classic, like you find them in Three Day Passes and Tempering, then you're going to love On the Sand.
The book starts with the boys in their beach home in California, and life is pretty good. Then Rig starts to feel awfully rough, Rock and Dick start to fret, and things go downhill from there. The boys have to pull together to see Rig through, and Rig starts to wonder if he'll ever be the same.
The thing that always makes me sparkly-eyed about the Jarheads boys is that they love each other so well. They may not say it out loud, but they show it. A lot. Physically. It's not just the hot sex, though. It's the peeking into the every day life of these everyday guys that makes me tickled. I love how they're not flowery or supernatural or even extraordinary. They're just guys you could meet at the grocery store except maybe hotter. They work for me, on a lot of levels, and this book has everything that made me fall in love with the guys in the first place. Rock growls, Dick makes everyone laugh a lot, and Rig is the quintessential redneck. Don't miss On the Sand!
Julia Talbot, best-selling author
Sample
Sun.
Surf.
His rock.
The only thing that would make it better would be another cold beer, but Rig wasn't in the mood to move. Nope. He was in full basking-lizard mode. Well, trying to be. If the wind didn't blow he could forget it was just an incredibly warm day.
He let one foot dangle down into the water, the touch cool and comfortable, almost chilly.
Yep. He was a lucky motherfucking redneck.
A shadow blocked the sun, and something wet and warm slid along his exposed collarbone. "Mmm... sweaty cowboy. My favorite kind."
"Mmm. Blue." His own growly stud, right there. Life was good.
"I've got a thing or two for you." Rock's tongue slid up along his neck, circled the skin just below his ear.
"I. Uh. What?" He got a little side-tracked. Well, more than a little.
"They're kind of the same shape. Both hard. One's hot, the other's cold." Rock nipped his earlobe.
"Hard." Rig liked hard. He tilted his head, encouraging his big, studly ex-marine to keep going.
Those warm lips slid down his neck again and along his shoulder, tongue licking, wetting his skin. "Both hard. Here's the cold one." The bottom end of a beer bottle landed on an exposed strip of his belly, making him jump.
"Fuck!" He hooted, grabbing for the longneck. Oh, fuck yes. Beer.
Beer. Beer. Beer.