Black & White Flowers by Rachel Robinson


Meet Smith and Carina in Black & White Flowers,

the first standalone in The Real Seal Series

by Rachel Robinson.

“Nothing is fair in love and war.”


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Carina Painter lives a life she created in between the pages of her bestselling novel. At least, that’s what she outwardly portrays. A heart-rending childhood followed by an abusive engagement leaves her broken in all ways possible. A chance encounter provides the fork in the road she so desperately desires.

Navy SEAL Smith Eppington is fighting the war of his lifetime. One that isn’t fought with weapons and highly sought intelligence. It’s a battle to remember his past. The accident that scarred seventy five percent of his body, and stole the life of his best friend also seized parts and pieces of his memory. When an author asks to interview him for a fiction novel, he’s ready to pour his heart out no matter the cost.

The friendship that blossoms between Smith and Carina is something extraordinary. It’s a living, breathing love story about finding yourself, change that is out of your control, grasping what you can, and letting go of everything else.

In a twist of kismet, remembering could destroy everything, but fiction may be what saves the day. A friendship built on new truths and a relationship torn apart by old lies collide in a poignant novel by International Bestselling Author, Rachel Robinson.

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This is my first Rachel Robinson story and let me just tell you, she sucked me in immediately.

Carina had a horrible childhood filled with neglect and abuse, to survive the abuse, she took to writing. It was her freedom and escape for her horrible reality. Now that Carina is a woman, her writing has become her career. Of course, she is writing under a pen name but still, it remains an escape from her. As an adult, she hasn’t escaped the abuse. Her fiancé is no better than the people who raised her.

Smith is a handsome, Navy Seal who has served and continues to serve his country. After a deadly accident leaves his body scarred and his memories of his fiancé gone, he struggles to remember anything when it comes to her. He is on the road to recovery but he is also learning to live as the damaged man he has become.

Carina is working on her next novel and needs military insight. Smith answers her ad and from the moment they meet, there is a connection that they feel but being the good people they are, they would never cross the line and hurt those they love. Their friendship blossoms in all the right ways and eventually turns into so much more.

Smith is a hero through and through and his accident hasn’t slowed him down. Although some people look at him in fear, it made me adore him so much more. You couldn’t help but fall in love with the man on the inside as well as the outside, scars and all. He is determined to protect his country to the death. I enjoyed and feared the possibilities that could happen in today’s world. It was like a look into a future of and things could be headed. I loved that through the chaos of it all, their hearts led them to where they needed to be.

What drew me in was how emotional this story is. The struggles that both characters endured. Carina finding her strength and Smith embracing his heart’s desire. Don’t get me wrong, it was an angsty and bumpy and heartbreaking road but at the same time, a beautiful one.

They didn’t let their pasts define them and they embraced everything that was thrown their way and came out with some cuts and bruises but they came out together.

I have become a fan of Rachel Robinson and can’t wait to read more of her stories.



Shrugging, he pulls me into his warm, shirtless body and yanks the quilt back up to our necks, his hands now wandering over my body. “Sleep is the very last thing on my mind right now.” His gaze burns into mine and his hands find the hem of my nightshirt. His lips twitch. “You wear so little to bed. I can’t help myself,” he says. With a featherlight touch his fingertips stroke the side of my thigh up to the string of my panties. He hooks a finger in and drags his finger underneath it, teasing himself. Teasing me, too. “It took all of my self-control to go to sleep with this much of your bare skin in touching proximity.”

I blush. Big time. Everything below my waist cries out for attention in one wild rush of excitement. It’s been too long. But it’s more than that now because everything before this has been lukewarm. “What did you do at work last night?” I ask before all important thoughts flee my mind in favor of his touch—something that scrambles my brain cells. “Why did it take so long?”

His face changes. His hand stops on my hipbone and he grabs it, his fingers encompassing the whole side of my body. Breathing in and out makes his hand move with me. It’s warm. It’s demanding. “It’s nothing for you to worry about,” Smith replies.

I shake my head. “When people say stuff like that typically there is almost always something to worry about, but you don’t want to worry the person. Do you see how counterintuitive that is? Now I’m worried because you told me not to worry.”

He sighs and then pulls the covers over his head and disappears under the blankets. In a fast maneuver that tickles and makes me pull away in mock protest, he makes his way between my legs. With the edge of the quilt in my hand I lift it to see his smiling face between my knees. “You’re trying to distract me,” I say. Pressing my lips into a firm line, I try to hold a serious face. “Smith Eppington. You better tell me what I want to know.”

Smith takes the sides of my panties and pulls them down and off my body with one fierce tug. It’s playful, but so damn hot at the same. Some noise exits my mouth and it makes him smile, his good side wider than his bad. I shake my head. “Is it working?” he asks, then kisses the inside of my right thigh. “Are you distracted?” His warm breath on my skin clenches my core. He drags his lips up and down, inching his way higher.

I adjust my legs and try to calm my breaths. “I don’t see how I can’t be distracted with my underwear on the floor and your head between my legs. I don’t forget,” I say. Tapping the side of my head, I finish, “I’m like an elephant.”

He licks the inside of my left thigh and runs his hands under my nightshirt up and down the sides of my rib cage. I shiver. Tipping my head back, I close my eyes.

“An elephant isn’t what I want to think about right now,” Smith growls. “I’d ask you how you like this, but I honestly don’t care. I’m starving for you. You’re wet. I smell you.” With his lips pressing against my skin, and the disappearance of my panties, he’s turned into a lust crazed man. A man I’ve wanted to meet since I first laid eyes on him.

About the Author

Rachel grew up in a small, quiet town full of loud talkers. Her words were always only loud on paper. She has been writing stories and creating characters for as long as she can remember. After living on the west coast for many years she recently moved to Virginia Beach, VA.

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