Montana Bounty Hunter Crossover
NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author
In Cabo San Lucas, Navy SEAL Carson “Beach-boy” Walsh is ready to live the good life. After surviving fifteen deployments in ten years, he bailed on the SEALs, figuring this cat had run out of lives. The only danger he faces now is choking on an oyster or drowning in beer–and then he meets her.
Gina Tripp is the Calamity Jane of bounty hunters, enjoying an unexpected vacation. She’s the stand-in for an absent groom on her girlfriend’s honeymoon in Cabo when she meets a cute guy with a nothing but sex on the beach in mind. As her luck would have it, her best friend winds up kidnapped, and Gina’s embroiled in a dangerous rescue that deepens her attraction to Carson.
Just when she thinks she can settle in and enjoy a few days of sin, an opportunity to prove herself to her boss lands in her lap. Now, she has her sights set on scoring a huge bounty–an ex-pat skip, hiding out in Mexico. What follows is a wild ride that leaves her feeling pretty relieved she hijacked a Navy SEAL to help her with the job.
**S*x on the Beach** is part of the Montana Bounty Hunter series. It is also in the SEALs in Paradise connected series. Each book can be read as standalone. They do not have cliff-hanger endings and do not have to be read in any particular order.
This book closely intertwines with Hot SEAL, Salty Dog, and gives us the story from Carter and Gina’s point of view and goes beyond that into their hot and heavy relationship.
This is a favorite getting to know you scene.
Already, she was hyper-aware of his every move, his every change of expression. All he had to do was give her a steamy look, and her body was primed for sex.
The tension between them was palpable. Even walking toward the restaurant, the fine hairs on her arms lifted, pulled toward him as though he was a magnet. When he cupped her elbow to direct her toward a table, her nipples prickled instantly.
They placed their food orders then ordered drinks. She asked for a Sex on the Beach, and his mouth twitched.
“You’re having my drink.”
He smiled. “You know, a lot of SEALs have names, handles, that they earn or their team members give them. I was on a team where we were named after our favorite drinks.”
She arched an eyebrow. “So, Sex on the Beach is yours?”
He shrugged. “Not my favorite. I prefer beer, but that was already taken. My buddies knew I loved my beach time, so they named me after the drink, shortening it to ‘Beach-boy’, because Sex on the Beach is a mouthful.”
“Guess that’s better than Trip,” she muttered.
He raised both dark blond eyebrows. “Why? That’s your name.”
“My name’s spelled with two Ps. They call me T-r-i-p.”
He blinked. “Why?”
She grimaced. “When I first started bounty hunting—”
“You’re a bounty hunter?” His teeth flashed white in his tanned face as he grinned.
“In training.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ve had a few…accidents.”
“Trip…? Nooo.” He pressed his lips together as though trying to stop another grin.
She wrinkled her nose. “Laugh all you want. My fellow hunters certainly have.”
Their food arrived, and Gina was glad for the interruption. They tucked into fish tacos with slices of salted avocado. As they ate, Carson regaled her with tales from some of his missions in the sandbox—the funny things that had happened as opposed to the grim.
Given her experiences in the Middle East, she knew he was glossing over some shit, but she let him because she enjoyed his humor. “So, you’re lucky, huh?” She shook her head. “Must have run out because you met me, the unluckiest bounty hunter ever. Did you lose your St. Christopher medal? I noticed you’re not wearing it.”
His eyes lost their sparkle. “I gave it to a friend. On my last mission, we were entering a house when an IED went off. I caught a large splinter of door in the back. His injury was worse. Thought for sure he was dead. Before they medevacked him, I gave him the medallion. Told him he could have my luck.”
She reached out and placed her hand over his. “Did he make it?”
“Yeah. Fractured skull. A TBI—traumatic brain injury. He was medically retired.” He gave her a small, tight smile. “Now, he gets to spend all his time with his wife and kids.”
“I’m sorry he was hurt.”
He shrugged. “Happens. A lot, actually.”
“So that was your last mission…?”
“Yeah, I got out. Handed in my papers the minute I got back to Coronado.
Devlin, Delilah. Hot SEAL, S*x on the Beach (SEALs in Paradise) (Kindle Locations 282-308). Kindle Edition.
These two are definitely made for each other and when Gina’s boss calls with an assignment, she enlists Carter’s help.
This book sizzles and has a few very tense moments, some laughs and is a page turner as these two try to define their relationship. I think I need to read the other Montana Bounty Hunters now.
5 Contented Purrs for Delilah!
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Up until recently, award-winning author Delilah Devlin lived in South Texas at the intersection of two dry creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys in Wranglers. These days, she’s missing the wide-open skies and starry nights, but loving her dark forest in central Arkansas with its eccentric characters and isolation–the better to feed her hungry muse! To Delilah, the greatest sin is driving between the lines because it’s comfortable and safe. Her personal journey has taken her through one war, many countries, cultures, jobs and relationships to bring her to the place she travels now–writing sexy novels that hold more than a kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of self-discovery and transformation.
Delilah Devlin is a prolific and award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. Whether creating dark, erotically-charged paranormal worlds or richly descriptive historical stories that ring with authenticity, Delilah Devlin “pens in uncharted territory that will leave the readers breathless and hungering for more…” (Paranormal Reviews) Ms. Devlin has published over 140 erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths.