Hot SEAL, Dirty Martini – SEALs in Paradise Book 3 by Cat Johnson

Hot SEAL, Dirty Martini
SEALs in Paradise Book 3
NY Times and USA Today Best Selling Author
Cat Johnson



He wants seclusion. She craves the spotlight. The deal they make could give them both what they need…if they don’t kill each other first. Home renovation has never been so hot!

Navy SEAL Clay “Dirtman” Hagan’s retirement plans are simple. Buy the dilapidated beachfront cottage he found listed for a song, fix it up, and live out his days in solitude. Everything is set until an anonymous bidder drives up the price of his future paradise.

TV talk show host Tasha Jones is flying high, until one word–CANCELED–sends her crashing. Now she’s looking to resurrect her career with a new home renovation show if they can get around the buyer standing in the way of the perfect property.

When the competition turns out to be none other then the obnoxious a-hole from her embarrassing drunken one-night stand, the battle for the property really heats up as the insults–and the sparks–fly. The producer notices the chemistry between them and decides the viewers will too and the concept for “Hot House” is born.

If Clay agrees to have the self-centered star and her cameras in his house for the duration of the show, he walks away as the owner in the end. If Tasha can put up with living in the bungalow with the Neanderthal control-freak during the construction, she gets a hit show and her career back. Win-win.

It shouldn’t be too hard since the director loves when they argue on camera, which is good since they agree on nothing. Well, almost nothing. They do both agree that they pretty much hate each other and neither one wants a repeat of their one night together . . . So why does it keep happening?

Hot SEAL, Dirty Martini is a STANDALONE full-length novel. It is a romantic comedy with an enemies-to-lovers theme. It contains an HEA and NO cliffhanger.


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Clay ‘Dirtman’ Hagan’s retirement goal is to buy the little beachfront cottage for a song, and spend the rest of his time fixing it up, fishing and lounging on the deck.

Tasha Jones’ show is cancelled and she sort of blew up live on camera after she found out. Now she has a chance to redeem herself with a new home improvement reality show. The producers want another host and have already bid on the property, Clay’s property.

This is a favorite scene when Clay discovers the plans, there is some language but it works in this situation.

There it was in living color in the photo on the cell phone—his house.

“That’s my house.” In his shock, he said it aloud, whether he’d meant to or not.

One of the women glanced up at him, looking surprised. “You’re the seller?”

“No, I’m the other buyer you keep outbidding.” He scowled, trying not to tell them exactly what he thought of their swooping in and trying to steal his purchase.

Tasha turned to face him. “Then it’s not your house, is it?  If they bid higher, and the seller accepted their offer over yours, then it’s their house.”

Clay stood to his full height and took a step forward, closing in on Tasha, knowing full well how intimidating he could be when looming over someone smaller.

He’d backed men far larger than her into corners with his glare alone.

“Well, Miss Know-It-All, the seller hasn’t accepted their offer. So it’s nobody’s house yet.”

“I have no doubt they can outbid any amount you can come up with.” Her gaze dropped down his body, as it had the night before when she’d been sizing him up.

Today, dressed in a sweaty T-shirt featuring a martini glass and the words I like it dirty, with PT shorts and running shoes, he probably looked even worse than yesterday in her eyes.

His brows slammed down over his eyes in an angry frown. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” She smirked and lifted one bare shoulder, ignoring he’d leaned in even closer to glare at her.

Normally, he’d enjoy that she wore a barely-there sundress with plenty of cleavage showing. Today, his blood pressure skyrocketed skyrocketed instead. “You know nothing about me,” he spat.

“And you know nothing about me, in spite of . . . whatever happened.” Her expression turned insecure, questioning, almost fearful.

His mouth dropped open in realization. “Oh my God. You can’t remember last night, can you?”
Johnson, Cat. Hot SEAL, Dirty Martini (SEALs in Paradise) (pp. 41-42). Cat Johnson. Kindle Edition.

In spite or rather because of the friction between these two, the producers pair them up. Clay will get his house, Tasha will get her show, but can these two survive the renovation.

I laughed a lot, the sneaking around to get time alone was hysterical. However the reason for some of the subterfuge was not as Clay and his buddies meet up to honor a fallen team member.

Laugh out loud funny, sexy, with some tears, all in a true to form reality show but in a book.

5 Contented Purrs for Cat!

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Cat Johnson is a top 10 New York Times bestseller and the author of the USA Today bestselling Hot SEALs series. She writes contemporary romance that usually features hot alpha heroes (who often wear combat or cowboy boots) and the sassy heroines brave enough to love them. Known for her unique marketing she has sponsored pro bull riders, owns a collection of camouflage and western wear for book signings, and has used bologna to promote romance novels.

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