The Poseidon team are hard-bodied, fiercely competitive navy SEALs. But when a sensitive mission goes disastrously wrong, three of the team’s finest will have to trust their hearts and instincts to uncover the truth…
“No man left behind” is inscribed in the DNA of every SEAL and Lieutenant Diego Torres is no exception. But with a team member killed—and the body missing—Diego’s honor is sorely tested. Now his career and reputation are on the line, and a traitor is hiding among them. Diego wants answers…and only one woman has them.
Single mom Harper Maclean has two priorities—raising her son Nathan and starting a new life. Her mysterious new neighbor may be impossibly charming, but Diego asks too many questions about her past—and about the father of her child. Questions she fears will reveal her burning attraction for Diego, and ultimately put them all in danger’s path.
When a Poseidon mission goes FUBAR and they lose a team member and can’t recover the body. The team is suddenly under suspicion and to keep his team lead out of the investigation focus Captain Nick Savino sets him on a mission to help clear not only the team but himself.
As the team leader Diego is the one who had the most to lose, everything he had worked so hard for could be taken away. His assignment is to get information on the family of the deceased team member. It is proving difficult since the woman in question works from home and is extremely protective of her son.
His opportunity came in the form of her son, Nathan, with a broken bicycle chain he didn’t want his Mom to know about. Diego was able to fix it and get some chatter about his Mom and the frequent deliveries she gets. Part of that scene is in the excerpt below and is one of my favorite scenes.
Harper has raised Nathan alone, his father wanted nothing to do with her pregnancy and had in fact ordered her to get an abortion. She took the money for it but took off and had her son, working hard to provide for him.
When Diego had moved in next door it hadn’t raised any questions since the owner frequently rented it out to business people in need of a residence for a few months or weeks. On the other hand, it didn’t take much for Harper to notice how attractive her new neighbor was or recognize her own libido awakening in his presence.
The last thing Diego expected was to fall for the woman he was investigating for clues. Clearing his name and his team’s reputation was his first priority anything personal had to take second place.
Lots of frustration at dead ends and more questions without answers as these two fall hard for each other. Suspense, drama and plenty of sizzling scenes, combined with the love for a little boy who deserves only the best, make this a must read.
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“You’re the best, mister.” The kid had to get his smile from his mother, Diego decided. Because not once could Diego remember Ramsey’s smile making him want to offer one in return.
“Diego,” he said after a second, figuring talking was better than standing here on the sidewalk, grinning like an idiot. “You can call me Diego.”
“Cool. I’m Nathan. I’m seven. I’m gonna be a stunt¬man when I grow up. Or a veterinarian. I’d rather be a Jedi warrior, but Mom says we’ll see about that one. She says that about a lot of stuff. We’ll see. What are you?”
Huh? Was that a question? The kid’s expression said it was, so Diego did a mental replay.
“I’m in security,” he said, using the cover Savino had decided on.
“Bet you’re good at it.” Grabbing the bike by the han¬dles, the kid gave it a good shake, then grinned when the chain stayed in place. “You’re good at fixing things, too. Maybe you could teach me to fix some things?”
Diego didn’t have much experience with kids—hell, he didn’t have any experience. Despite that, he had to figure this one was something special.
Before he could answer him, a delivery truck rumbled its way to a stop in front of the kid’s house. Some thing he’d noticed was a regular occurrence. At least once, sometimes twice a day.
“You sure get a lot of deliveries,” he observed, watching a guy in shorts carry a stack of boxes toward the door.
“Yeah. Mom gets tons of stuff. She decorates for people’s houses. She orders pillows and bowls and things like that. Sometimes she gets material and things to help her decide colors.”
Convenient. Or it would be if Ramsey were running drugs or stolen goods—that’d be a solid cover. But unless he’d shipped himself home in an ash can, it probably wasn’t pertinent. Lansky would claim otherwise, though, so Diego made a note to mention it in his next report.
He caught a flash of something out of the corner of his eye. All it took was a casual glance toward the house to send him rocking back on his heels.
Not even signing for a slew of packages and fending off the flirtations of the delivery guy were enough to keep Harper Maclean from sending her son a protective frown.
So far his glimpses of her had been at a longer distance than the twenty feet currently separating them. Her photos didn’t do her justice. He’d known she was a looker, but no way he’d have thought fully dressed in person could trump that bikini shot, even if that bikini shot had been kind of blurry.
He’d have been wrong.
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