Charlotte Hawkes - Encounter with a Commanding Officer

Rules of engagement!

Army trauma doctor Major Felicity Delaunay likes the rules and regulations that give structure to her life. But the arrival of maverick hotshot Colonel Ash Stirling is about to turn her world upside down!

Ash hasn’t overcome his troubled past to get where he is without taking risks, but he never crosses the line. Not with a colleague...no matter how gorgeous! Yet Felicity gets under his skin like no other, and he soon finds himself breaking all his—and her—rules.

His body burned up with desire.

They just had to get through this before Ash gave in to his baser instincts and for the first time in his career on an active tour of duty mixed his army life with his personal one.

Every time he thought he was back in control Fliss slipped beneath the surface and unravelled all his ironclad control as a kitten would toy with a ball of yarn. Suddenly he didn’t want to fight it any more. He wanted to know how it would feel to give in—just this once—and steal one perfect kiss from those plump, quivering lips.

One kiss.

No . He’d survived ambushes, engaged in fifty-hour firefights and fought with the enemy in hand-to-hand combat. He’d pick any one of those over letting this woman get close enough to sneak behind his armour.

Just one kiss.

It was a constant battle between his baser instincts and his brain. Only an animal couldn’t control its baser instincts , he warned himself contemptuously. Besides, this woman could hurt him more than any enemy could.

But just one kiss.

Dear Reader,

This is my first story set in and around the fictional Military Camp Razorwire, in the middle of nowhere, thousands of miles from home—and I’m enjoying writing several more.

I am a great supporter of our armed forces, and am often humbled by the heroic stories of soldiers—both from history and the present day, male and female—who have made that split-second decision to put someone else’s life ahead of their own and then dismiss it as ‘something anyone would have done’ .

Both my hero—a dedicated Infantry soldier—and my heroine—an army trauma doctor on the helicopter emergency response—are dedicated to their careers, and both are trying to make up for unhappy childhoods, if for different reasons. Working together proves a distraction neither of them appreciates, and yet ultimately neither of them can hold out.

I have had great fun writing about the push and pull of heroes and heroines who are committed to their careers only to meet—and strive in vain to resist—the one person who can get under their skin. The one person who can make them forget everything they had hitherto held as important.

I do so hope you enjoy reading Fliss and Ash’s story as much as I did writing it.

Charlotte x

Encounter with a Commanding Officer

Charlotte Hawkes

www.millsandboon.co.uk

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Born and raised on the Wirral Peninsula, England, CHARLOTTE HAWKESis mum to two intrepid boys who love her to play building block games with them and who object loudly to the amount of time she spends on the computer. When she isn’t writing—or building with blocks—she is company director for a small Anglo/French construction company. Charlotte loves to hear from readers, and you can contact her at her website: charlottehawkes.com.

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To Flo, Thank you for all your understanding and patience this past difficult year. x

Praise for Charlotte Hawkes

‘…well-written, well thought-out and one of greatness…definitely one to pick up for an amazing story.’

—Harlequin Junkie on

The Surgeon’s Baby Surprise

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

Praise

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Extract

Copyright

CHAPTER ONE

‘SO, I TAKE it you’ve never had the pleasure of meeting Colonel Man Candy either?’

Fliss paused in her half-hearted attempt to cut up her breakfast with the flimsy plastic knife and fork, and stared at her friend incredulously. Then, given the din of the several hundred men in the Army mess tent, assumed she must have misheard. Clearly the latest forty-eight-hour shift had messed with her imagination.

‘Say again? For a minute there I thought you said Colonel Man Candy.’

‘Yeah, I did.’ Her friend grinned wickedly. ‘But it gets better. Apparently up until a few months ago he was Major Man Candy.’

Fliss snorted. ‘Major Man Candy? Seriously, Elle?’

‘Seriously.’

‘People actually call him that?’

‘They actually do.’ Her friend shrugged. ‘To the extent that I have no idea what his real name is. But I can tell you that a good portion of the camp is buzzing about his arrival, male and female as it happens, though for different reasons. Apparently, he’s also something of a maverick who has risked his life for his men on multiple occasions.’

Unconvinced, Fliss wrinkled her nose.

‘I haven’t heard any buzz. Not even a single z.’

‘No, well, you wouldn’t—you don’t indulge in gossip and anyone who knows you knows better than to engage with you unless it’s strictly Army related, preferably medical.’

‘I do...gossip.’ Fliss nodded uncertainly, biting back the fact she’d been about to comment that it would be inappropriate for any colonel, Man Candy or otherwise, to have any kind of relationship with most of the camp.

Her friend’s snort said it all.

‘Fliss, you cannot gossip for the life of you. And certainly not about fellow military colleagues.’

‘I don’t agree. For a start this, what we’re doing right now, is gossip.’

‘No, this is me gossiping and you listening, about to say something like, Well, interpersonal relationships between ranks aren’t appropriate because they compromise the integrity of a unit.’

Caught red-handed, Fliss could only flush as her friend laughed fondly. She lifted her head.

‘Well...it is true.’

‘Fliss, you know that I love you. In fact, if you were a stick of rock you’d have Army Rules and Regulations stamped through and through.’

Fliss blew out a deep breath, a familiar ripple of uncertainty and frustration lapping somewhere inside her before settling back down again. She’d always been known as serious Fliss, nerdy Fliss, prim and proper Fliss; she couldn’t help it, it was ingrained in her. The result, no doubt, of having being raised from the age of eight by an uncle who was a military man through and through, believing in the extremely high reputation of the British Army with its strong sense of discipline, values and ethics.