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Dealing with a sexy ex-girlfriend, a jewel heist, and a kidnapping can make an ex-SEAL bodyguard a tad cranky.
Trevor Mason accepts what should be a simple job…protect the jewels his ex-girlfriend will wear to a breast cancer fundraiser. As founder and owner of Eye Spy International, he should send one of his guys, but he needs to get his ex out of his system and this is the perfect opportunity to remind himself that she is a spoiled, rich debutante who dumped him with a Dear John letter during his SEAL training.
Respected breast cancer doctor Dr. Risa McCool hates being in the limelight for her personal life. Her life’s work is breast cancer treatment and research, which she’d rather be known for than for her carefree, partying debutante years. She agrees to be the chairperson for the annual breast cancer fundraiser even though it means doing publicity appearances and interviews, all while wearing the famous pink Breast Cancer Diamond for each public event. The multi-million dollar value of the pink stone requires an armed bodyguard at all times.
Past attractions flame, proving to be a distraction to the serious reality of the situation.
Risa has hired EyeSpy International to provide additional security for the Breast Cancer Gala. At the event she will be showcasing a necklace containing the Breast Cancer Diamond, a fourteen carat gem worth a small fortune. For her bodyguard she would have Trevor Mason, the owner and founder of the company and the man she gave up fifteen years ago.
Trevor wouldn’t assign anyone but himself to guard Dr. Risa McCool. They had been friends then lovers years ago before he joined the Navy and became a SEAL.
Arriving home late, with Trevor already in her condo there is more than a little snark from both of them.
This is a favorite scene.
“Made yourself at home, I see,” she drawled.
He turned around, leaned on the mahogany bar, and crossed his ankles. “Got a look at the layout.” He smiled. “Your panty drawer was very well organized.”
She rolled her eyes.
“I’ve checked out the building before I came. I met with the building’s head of security when I got here.” He shrugged. “I don’t know why I’m here.”
She gave a derisive snort. “I thought you were a bodyguard. Have I been misinformed?”
“Nope. That’s what I do, but why am I here?” He pointed around the room with the highball glass. “In your condo? Why not put me in a hotel like all the others who are working this event? This is Fort Knox disguised as a condo building.”
She narrowed her eyes, then gave him a stiff smile. “Tomorrow, I’m getting my grandmother’s jewels from the vault and they’ll be here until I can return them on Monday after the gala. Between now and the event, I have six event-related appearances. At first the plan was that I would be wearing the Breast Cancer Diamond necklace at each one. However, the designer doesn’t want to reveal the necklace until the night of the gala. You know, build up the suspense, so I’ll be teasing the reporters by wearing some of my grandmother’s jewelry, which in itself is worth a couple of million or so. Since I don’t usually keep a few million in diamonds in my home, and frankly it makes me a little nervous to do so with the whole world knowing about them, I thought it would be wiser to have someone here instead of having my bodyguard sleeping a few miles away.”
“Okay.” He nodded. “Makes sense.” He pulled out his cell phone and tapped on the screen.
“I’ll want you to escort me to the vault and back tomorrow.”
He looked up at her. “Do you know what time?”
She arched an eyebrow. “Why? You have a date you have to work around?”
“My team from EyeSpy has a meeting with the Dallas police and the hotel security to review the overall security plan for the event.”
“Fine.” She pulled her cellphone from her pocket. “Can you put your phone number in here so I can reach you if I need to?”
He entered his phone number without comment. His phone buzzed. “There. I have your cell number in my phone, along with your home and office numbers.”
The idea that he had programmed her into his phone made her gooey inside, even as she told herself it only meant he was doing his job, not getting ready to ask her on a date.
“What time is the security meeting? I’d like to put it on my calendar.”
“Eight a.m. Why? You don’t need to be there.”
“Since I’m this year’s gala chairwoman, I should be on top of all things related to the event.” He sighed. “Don’t you have to work or something tomorrow?”
“Nope. I’m off until Wednesday. I’m only working one day this week.” She smiled and took a long drink of wine, something she didn’t get to do very often.
“You have a lot of long weekends then?” he said, his tone a tad snarky.
Long weekends? She could barely remember the last time she’d had two days in a row off, much less four. But this event was her baby. The money raised would go a long way in funding more research for breast cancer diagnosis and treatment.
“Oh yes,” she replied, putting as much sarcasm in her voice as she could manage. “I only, what did you call it? Cut folks? Right, so I only cut folks three days a week.” She rolled her eyes. “I guess you had many long, relaxing weekends while you were a SEAL.”
“How did you know I was a SEAL?”
She shrugged. “Grapevine.”
He grunted. “Mom-vine is probably more accurate. And no, I didn’t get long weekends.”
“Fill my glass, and let’s go to the sun room. I need to get off my feet.”
Cynthia D’Alba. Hot SEAL,Black Coffee (Kindle Locations 141-172). Riante, Inc.. Kindle Edition.
I really liked Wendy, Risa’s twin sister. Where as Risa is more reserved, Wendy is an almost overwhelming personality.
I was like Risa in that I didn’t think she and Trevor would overcome the hurdle of their history. The sparks were flying all over the place, I’m surprised folks didn’t get burned when they got close to each other.
Nothing is ever easy and there are plenty of twists, turns, suspense and drama in this book along with that sizzling heat. I couldn’t put this book down.
5 Contented Purrs for Cynthia!
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Hi Y’All! I’m Cynthia D’Alba from Arkansas.Here’s a little about me…New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Cynthia D’Alba started writing on a challenge from her husband in 2006 and discovered having imaginary sex with lots of hunky men was fun.She was born and raised in a small Arkansas town. After being gone for a number of years, she’s thrilled to be making her home back in Arkansas living in a vine-covered cottage on the banks of an eight-thousand acre lake. When she’s not reading or writing or plotting, she’s doorman for her two dogs, cook, housekeeper and chief bottle washer for her husband and slave to a noisy, messy parrot. She loves to chat online with friends and fans.