Tactical Error (MF)

Black Ops Brotherhood 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 90,547
12 Ratings (5.0)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Romantic Suspense, foot fetish, HEA]

Master Chief James “JJ” Jones is at the end of a thirty-two-year Navy SEAL Career. At a chance meeting in San Diego, he meets recently widowed and retired teacher Irene Ortiz. JJ and Irene feel an undeniable attraction that pulls them together for one night. He draws passion from the lonely Irene, the likes of which she has never known.

When JJ becomes the target of a traitor, his life and his budding love for Irene are put in jeopardy. He leaves his beloved SEALs to track down the people responsible for planning his demise when he discovers a plot that could bring the United States military to its knees. JJ is recalled back to Special Warfare Group Five and sets out on a worldwide chase.

Irene decides to follow her heart, and at JJ’s side, she helps him to stop fervent terrorists from unleashing a deadly pathogen. Will JJ and Irene be able to keep the terrorists from unleashing a nightmare?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tactical Error (MF)
12 Ratings (5.0)

Tactical Error (MF)

Black Ops Brotherhood 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 90,547
12 Ratings (5.0)
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Tactical Error may be my favorite yet! In this book we get the story of JJ and Irene. This story involves a much more mature couple but it that only serves to make it more interesting and tantalizing. Her writing style continues to mature. The story contains a lot of political and military intrigue but still focuses wonderfully on the relationship between these two people.

You may remember Irene from the last book and if you are like me, you already liked her but you will love her in this book. She develops in ways that I never would have predicted.

And JJ always came across as a tough character but you will get a chance to see his tender, protective side in this book.

Make sure to pick up all of Bella's books but know you will love this one even if you haven't read the others.
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JJ observed the woman he had walked in with again. He watched her in the large mirror behind the bar. She took slow, deliberate drinks of her red wine. She smoothed her slacks, and as she crossed her legs, he noticed her toes when they peeked out. She was wearing small-heeled sandals, and his mouth almost started to water. Her toes were perfect. She kept herself well groomed and paid attention to every little detail of her appearance. She was around his age or even a little older. She was an attractive woman, even though he preferred them younger.

Like most women of JJ’s generation, she took her time to get dressed and made up every day. When she finally left the house she was dressed to the nines and made up to perfection. That was something he did appreciate about the women his age. Younger women tended to be sloppy and not take the time to look so polished. He watched as the woman looked around nervously.

She doesn’t belong here…JJ decided to break the ice. He turned and made eye contact with the woman and smiled. She returned the smile apprehensively and looked away. He glanced at her left hand and saw a wedding ring. His curiosity got the best of him.

“Waiting for your husband?” JJ asked the woman.

“I’d be waiting a long time. He passed away a few months ago,” she said with a wistful smile.

“I’m sorry,” JJ said, taking a drink. “Are you in San Diego for business or pleasure?”

 “Pleasure. I’m here with my niece. She’s upstairs. You?”

“I live here. I was hoping to meet up with a buddy of mine who’s here on business. He’s staying here at the hotel,” JJ said.

“I see.”

“James Jones,” he said, extending his hand to the woman.

“Irene Ortiz,” she said, taking his hand and shaking it lightly.

“Do you work, Irene?”

“No, I just retired from teaching. You?”

“I’m active duty Navy, thirty-three years now.”

“Really? My niece’s fiancé is in the Navy, reserves, I think.”

Navy Reserves? Around Coronado there weren’t too many reservists unless they had been activated. He blinked. It was too coincidental that he could be sitting here with Badass’s mother-in-law to be! Gavin was a reservist, he was staying at the hotel, and his fiancée was raised by relatives…Nah…He took another drink and saw that Irene’s wine glass had dwindled down to a sip. He called the bartender and asked for a refill for Irene and himself and ordered some appetizers from the kitchen. He figured he might as well settle in. This was turning into an interesting evening. He wanted to find out if she was one of the women here with Gavin.

“No, I just wanted one before I turned in for the night,” Irene said as the bartender filled her glass.

“So tell me, what grade did you teach?” JJ asked, redirecting the conversation.

“I taught sixth grade science and then I was a principal at the high school…” Irene began to describe her years as a teacher and a high school principal as JJ listened and asked more questions. When she was done with her career, he noticed that her wine glass had dwindled once again. He called the bartender to refill the glass, and this time she didn’t protest. She looked at him as she took another sip of her now-full third glass of wine. “Enough about me, what do you do in the Navy?” Irene asked.

“I sail a desk,” JJ said with a smile as he thought about his current position with Dixie.

Irene giggled. JJ chuckled and slid a little closer. He could tell by her little giggle that she was feeling her wine, and by the way she was letting him into her space she was also letting down her guard. She had a cute little giggle, he observed. It was bubbly and reminded him of little champagne bubbles. He slid even closer. With a couple more glasses of wine, JJ figured he could have this one bent over a chair screaming for him to drive it home.

“Where’s home, Irene?” JJ asked lowly.

“Texas. Victoria, Texas,” Irene said.

Holy crap on a cracker! It was Badass’s future mother-in-law! JJ was having severe mental conflict with this new piece of information. He had been seriously considering cutting his losses with Gavin and taking up with Irene for the night. She was attractive, and with a little more wine she would be good to go! He sat back and considered his options.

If Gavin “Badass” Walsh ever found out that JJ had picked up and screwed his mother-in-law, he was a dead man. He wasn’t known as Badass because he was a pussy! Gavin would not even let him utter a syllable in explanation. Badass would just shoot him and anyone else who tried to stop said massacre. He considered Gavin a moment. Badass never missed, even by a little. Fuck! It was JJ who taught him how to shoot. So he decided against plan A and went to plan B. He looked at Irene and smiled. Either he was getting drunk or Irene Ortiz was getting more attractive by the second. He needed to make an exit before he did something really stupid.

“Irene, if you get bored with the company you’re with, call me. I’d be glad to show you around San Diego,” JJ said, writing his cell phone number on a napkin.

Irene smiled and took the napkin. “Thank you, Mr. Jones. I may just do that.”

“Would you like me to walk you to your room?”

“No, thank you. I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“You’re a very attractive woman, Irene. Your husband was a lucky man,” JJ said. Irene didn’t reply as she looked down at the napkin. “I’m serious. Call me if you want to ditch the kids and hang out with someone your own age. Good night, Irene. It was a pleasure to meet you.” He paid the tab for both of them.




Irene had never imagined her feet and ankles were so sensitive. Every time James kissed or ran his tongue over the area she almost passed out from the sensation. The feeling sent a jolt straight to her pussy every time he touched her skin. He pressed a kiss right above her knee on her inner thigh. He was even more overwhelming naked. For a man in his mid-fifties he was in damn good shape. When she moved her hands over his back, she couldn’t believe how tight his muscles were wound. In truth, James didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. All she could feel was hard muscle.

Her mind flashed a guilty picture of David. They had drifted apart over the years. David spent the last several years of his life obsessed with his job and ignoring her as a result. She had grown lonely, and thankfully she had a full life that kept her occupied. Sex became routine, and although Irene had been a good wife, she always wondered what another man would be like. All thoughts of David vaporized when James gave her the bone-melting kiss she had begged for earlier. So far James had made it worth the wait. It had been a very long time since she had been this aroused.

“Sugar?” James whispered.

“Yes?” Irene asked opening her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” James nuzzled her neck as if he could read her thoughts.

James’s hands ran over her belly and up to her breasts. He found space right below her ear and kissed as he started stroking her nipples through the thin mesh material.

“Nothing…Just kiss me,” Irene said, closing her eyes again and giving in to the bliss of his touch.

“Where?” James kissed that space again.

Irene giggled at the sensation of the kiss. “Where do you think?”

It never occurred to Irene what she considered a kiss and what James thought it was were miles apart. Before she knew what was happening her panties were around one leg and he was kissing…

James! What are you doing?” Irene demanded as her eyes flew open at the sensation of him kissing her pussy.

No one had ever done that to Irene. David didn’t like oral sex. He always considered it dirty and beneath them to even explore that part of their relationship. Apparently Mr. Jones held no such beliefs and everything was open for him to explore.

“Kissing you, sugar, lay back and relax. I’m almost positive you’ll like this,” James said before he went down and started licking and kissing her pussy.

Irene’s eyes rolled back in her head as she melted into the sheets. She moved her hips, grinding her pussy into his eager mouth. His hands pushed under her thighs folding her legs at the knees. His alternate licking and sucking of her clit was driving her mad. He inserted his finger into her pussy and firmly stroked in and out as he orally pleased her.

Irene gasped when he hit her G-spot and started rubbing back and forth. The sensation was like touching low voltage electricity and it was making her moan like a dying woman. If staying with him meant this kind of attention every now and then, she would move in tomorrow! Irene squeezed her eyes shut at the first indications of her orgasm. Her belly contracted slightly as James latched on to her clit and started sucking harder, encouraging her climax. She felt the wave hit and he had to use his free hand to hold her convulsing body. Her throbbing pussy contracted around his finger and tightly squeezed his thick finger. Irene couldn’t remember a more intense climax than the one she was experiencing now. Her nerve endings seemed to fire at once as her body came to its final apex.

“James…” Irene sighed deeply and shivered as he made his way up her post-climactic sensitive body.

“My turn, sugar.” James kissed her deeply.

Irene had forgotten all about his happy ending. She was exhausted and didn’t know how the hell she would keep up with him. He kissed and teased her all over again. James’s hands and mouth went to work on her overly sensitive skin. Irene shivered as he ran his hands over her ribs and up her breasts, gently teasing and squeezing as he nipped at her neck. She closed her eyes and let his manipulation of her senses begin again.

James planted himself in between her legs and gently rocked his hard cock against her pussy’s entrance. She gripped his arms as he rose and looked into her eyes. A wicked look crossed his features as he rocked, teasing the entrance to her sensitive cunt. Her head was spinning. She waited and almost begged him to fuck her like she had never experienced.

“Do you want me?” James growled.

“Yes,” Irene said, running her hands down to his hips. She tugged and urged him forward.



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