NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author
It’s Christmas time at Crescent Hall, but don’t expect expect peace, harmony and goodwill among men. When Mason Hall and his wife, Regan, invite their friends to stay for the holidays, sparks fly in an epic battle of the sexes, military style!
Navy SEAL Dan Hemmins goes head to head with soldier Sarah Metlin to prove once and for all that woman can’t possibly qualify for an elite branch of the military, but when Sarah proves she’s not just one of the most qualified warriors he’s ever met, she’s also one of the smartest and sexiest, too, he’ll do whatever it takes to get close to her, even if he has to challenge her to another contest…or three…or five!
The Navy SEAL’s Christmas Bride is a Heroes of Chance Creek novella, and has also been featured in the SEALs of Winter box set.
This was definitely a fun book. The competitions between Dan and Sarah were hysterical in that they both seemed to have a need to prove something to the other.
Sarah has many issues with always having to prove herself. Being the only daughter in a military family she has broken the rules and joined up too. Much to their dismay and disapproval. She is stymied in her military career since she isn’t allowed to even try for special forces. (Although this rule has changed now.) She’s deciding whether to stay in or leave while on the Christmas leave.
As a Navy SEAL, Dan has always bantered with members of the other branches of the service, but he can’t quite get what’s going on with Sarah. He’s enjoying the competitions but he’s also feeling more. He wants more with Sarah.
This is a favorite scene when Sarah wins the shooting competition.
“I can’t believe how good a shot you are!” Regan said to Sarah as she and the rest of the women lined up on the porch to watch Dan’s naked laps around the Hall.
“I can’t believe you’re going to ogle another man when you’ve got this to look forward to tonight!” Mason called from the doorway where the rest of the men had gathered.
“I won’t look—much,” Regan said. “It’s your fault for inviting the streaker to stay with us.”
“It’s Sarah’s fault for winning that damned bet,” Austin said. “Ella, get inside!”
“I’m just here in solidarity with Sarah,” Ella said with a wink.
“You better not ogle him!”
“If Dan’s the only one naked, then he’s my only choice for ogling!”
“The hell you say.” Austin burst out of the house and unbuttoned his shirt as he clattered down the front steps.
“What are you doing?” Ella leaned over the railing.
“Running with Dan so you’ll keep your eyes where they’re meant to be—on me!”
Ella laughed. “If you run naked around the Hall, I will definitely ogle you, honey!”
“Well, hell,” Mason said. “I guess that means I better join them.” He raced down the steps, too, followed by Zane, John and Rafe.
“Run, baby, run!” Storm hollered at Zane.
Regan put two fingers in her mouth and let out a wolf whistle that brought everyone everyone to a halt. “Bet you didn’t even know I could do that,” she said to Mason.
“I didn’t. That’ll come handy when it’s time to move the cattle.”
Sarah laughed along with the others, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of Dan as he stripped off his shirt and got to work on his jeans. She’d known he’d be built under his winter gear, but the muscles carving his bare chest were breathtaking, as were the bulges that formed his biceps. No amount of training would give her biceps like that—not even with steroids, which she would never touch. She was an athlete—she could hold her head up high in any company—but she couldn’t compete with him that way.
And she didn’t want to at the moment. She just wanted to watch him. Avidly.
The other men were buff, too, of course, but she wasn’t going to stare at her friend’s husbands.
“Naked racing around the Hall. That’s a new holiday tradition,” Ella mused.
“A very short-lived, if fun, tradition.” Regan smoothed a hand over her pregnant belly. “I will not have my kids growing up with this kind of thing going on.” But her lips were twitching at the prospect in front of her and Sarah didn’t blame her. The men were down to their skivvies and damn, if this wasn’t a sight to see.
“Okay, boys! When I yell go, drop your drawers and run,” Mason called. “On your mark, get set, go!”
Sarah joined in the other women’s laughter as the men peeled off their shorts and took off. Regan leaned way over the railing as they quick turned the corner around the Hall. “Now that is a sight.”
“Yes, it is,” Sarah agreed. “Too bad they’re so damn fast.”
“I think Dan’s running a hell of a lot faster now than he did earlier on those snowshoes,” Ella said.
“If we were smart, we’d run through the Hall and catch them on the other side, too.” Regan gestured for the front door.
“Good idea!” Storm strode toward it, then yelped as a mad dash ensued, with some good-natured pushing and shoving along the way. The pack of women reached the back porch just in time to catch the men racing past again. Regan let out another wolf-whistle, eliciting more laughter. Sarah caught Dan’s eye as he went past and he saluted her.
“Back to the front,” Regan yelled and the women charged through the Hall again. This time they moved faster and got a full frontal view of the running men.
“All right! That’s what we like to see! Come to Mama!” Ella yelled.
Austin did a front handspring and the women cheered. The men disappeared around the side of the Hall again.
“To the back!”
Sarah charged to the back porch with the rest of them, laughing so hard she could barely keep up. As they raced back and forth and the men progressed to cartwheels, back flips and other tricks to elicit cheers, all her pain and worry about the future slid away. She didn’t know when she’d had such fun.
Seton, Cora. The Navy SEAL’s Christmas Bride (Heroes of Chance Creek Series Book 4). (Kindle Locations 608-640). One Acre Press. Kindle Edition.
Lots of fun, ribbing and revelations as these two come to terms with themselves and their attraction to each other.
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USA Today and NYT Times bestselling author Cora Seton loves cowboys, country life, gardening, bike-riding, and lazing around with a good book. Mother of four, wife to a computer programmer/eco-farmer, she ditched her California lifestyle nine years ago and moved to a remote logging town in northwestern British Columbia.
Like the characters in her novels, Cora enjoys old-fashioned pursuits and modern technology, spending mornings transforming a one-acre lot into a paradise of orchards, berry bushes and market gardens, and afternoons writing the latest Chance Creek romance novel on her iPad mini.