SEAL Love’s Legacy -Silver SEALs Book 1 by Sharon Hamilton


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SEAL Love’s Legacy
Silver SEALs Book 1
By
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Sharon Hamilton

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A thrilling race against time haunted by loss and love from the past.

Former SEAL Commander Garrett Tierney must stop a crazed cult leader planning a Doomsday event, targeting the President’s family. He leads a new DHS multi-agency task force, (Bone Frog Command), created to take on threats to the homeland.

The future of this task force is on his shoulders, as he dusts off the cobwebs of his retirement. Commander Tierney is tasked to work with a civilian—a young woman who is the daughter of his best friend, a fallen Teammate who died in his arms.

As their chemistry grows to explosive proportions so does the evil cult leader’s devilish plans. Will Tierney have to sacrifice himself to save his new love and the honor and lives of the men and women on his new team?

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I have been waiting for this Multi-Author Series since Sleeper SEALs ended. Cat Johnson kicked this off with the prequel and this is the first book.

Now Garret isn’t quite sure he’s ready or even willing to take on this assignment. He’s happy living Northern California with his dog, garden and chickens. However, he does travel to DC to find out what it’s all about.

Meeting face to face with Silas Branson, a former SEAL Commander now in charge of a brand new division of Homeland Security, Bone Frog Command, he is told to decide yes or no before the nature of this assignment is divulged.

The President’s daughter has gone missing. Due to the nature her disappearance there is speculation that she has left of her own accord. This is the initial assignment for the Bone Frog Command and the entire fate of not only Georgette Collier, but also the division is at stake. Garrett will have full control over the personnel on his team but one is the choice of the State Department and the White House.

Mimi Wagner is Georgette Collier’s teacher. She has had many high profile students in the time she’s been teaching at Washington Academy. She was surprised when she was notified that Georgette would be out of class for while with no real notice. Usually she had a week or two to gather assignments for a student who was going to be out for any length of time. She has no idea she is about to become part of the team searching for the daughter of the POTUS.

This is a favorite scene when she tells Garrett who she is.

He crossed and uncrossed his legs, picked up the lined tablet Branson had given him. “Now you were about to be honest with me. Tell me about yourself. They’ll be providing me with a file, but I’d like to hear about you with your own words first.”

She ran her fingers through her mahogany hair, which was long but curly, held with a clip she removed and then replaced. He liked the look of it long during those brief seconds and decided not to hold back on the smile to show her so.

She was scowling when she removed her large, oval glasses and wiped them on the edge of her skirt between her thumb and third finger. She looked out the large dining room window into the woods, deep in thought. The silent view the trees resembled large overstretched ghostly shadows. Dusk was upon them. It felt like the witching hour.

She angled her head, holding her glasses in her right hand, and then peered across the coffee table at him, leaning forward. Her eyes looked familiar, but he knew he’d have remembered her if they’d ever dated. Mimi was a diamond in the rough, a beautiful, unspoiled specimen of feminine strength. When he was younger, she would be just his type. Her face was peachy and fresh, and he had the overwhelming desire to kiss her. If this was a date, he’d have done it by now. But this was no date.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” she whispered, then put back her glasses, blinking as she did so.

Garrett suddenly felt himself turn red. Something inside him had blown up. Had he slept with her before? He was sure he’d have remembered. His confidence oozed right out of the bottoms of his shoes.

“I’m sorry. I don’t believe we’ve met. Correct me, if I’m wrong. And, if so, I’m very, very sorry.”

“You have nothing to feel sorry about. I told you I knew a lot about Navy SEALs. As it turns out, you knew my dad.”

Panic started to constrict Garrett’s chest. Had he been hitting—okay, not hitting, but thinking about hitting—on the daughter of a buddy? Holy smoke. Talk about going from bad to worse!

“Who is your dad?”

“Connor Lambert.”

He shot up, screaming, “No! You’re the—the—daughter.”

“Margaret. Yes, Dad used to call me Maggie. I decided to leave that for him and changed my name to Mimi afterwards. But I’m Margaret Lambert.”

Garrett stared down at her like she was an injured dog he needed to treat. He’d violated her already with his stupid, disgusting behavior.

“Maggie—Margaret, sorry, Mimi. I’ll honor that. Look at you!” He didn’t know what else to say. It wasn’t appropriate to tell her she’d grown up a stunner, that with her braids and braces gone, she was a thoroughly mature, attractive young woman. And the spitting image of his best friend, Connor. That’s when he realized those eyes of hers that he thought he recognized were indeed the eyes of that fourteen-year-old girl who’d just lost her father. The young, fragile girl he’d held in his arms and wished he could give some comfort. He’d thought about her and her mother and wondered what had become of them. He’d heard rumors of her mom. But he’d always wanted to know how they fared. He’d been too removed to know about Mimi’s husband.

He came around the coffee table and held his arms wide, not wanting to step on anything that smacked of something inappropriate. He was asking for permission to give her a hug.

She stood and stepped carefully to him, leaning against his chest with her head staring down at her feet. That’s when his arms encircled her, hugging her tight against him, his hands holding her head tenderly. “God, I’m so sorry I didn’t know.”

The two of them swayed together for several seconds. He felt like he’d captured a big, beautiful but wounded exotic creature. It had been a long time since he’d shared any of his private grief with anyone else who felt the same way.

But now, what about the mission?

He separated them at arm’s length, gripping the top of her arms.

“You can’t be here. They should have—”

“Garrett,” she said as she stepped back two paces and found a safe space to stand. “I’m the only one I think she’ll listen to. I don’t care what that—that woman has to say, Georgette’s not close with her parents, especially her mother. Anything that comes from them, won’t be trusted. But if something’s happened to her, I can identify her. I can identify her out of a crowd, in a hospital, in disguise, or—God forbid—in a morgue. I can tell if it’s her on the phone, or if her text message is legit. I don’t think even her mother could do that.”

She was right, but the added burden of their shared grief and past, made this a very bad idea, Garrett realized.

“I just don’t know. We’ll have to tell them, Branson and the president, of course.”

“Of course. If they want me off the team, so be it. It’s your call. No hard feelings either way if the answer is I go back to teaching. This isn’t what I do. It’s what you do, Garrett. If it was my dad standing here before me I’d say the same thing. You gotta do what you gotta do for the Team, like always. If I’m in the way, I go home.”

Garrett wanted to reassure her—but he wasn’t positive he could trust his feelings yet. After all, the decision could be out of his control, despite what they’d told him.

Mimi began to pace the floor, turning turning here and there to add emphasis to her thoughts. He followed every movement she made like he was her student.

“Meanwhile, instead of talking about me, why don’t we talk about you, Garrett? If that’s too personal, we can talk about Georgette. I can tell you everything I know about her. I’m here to help. This isn’t a camping trip, like one of your boys reminded me. There’s a lot at stake.”

He liked how she thought. She had the same calm logic that he’d relied on with Conor at his side. He knew she was concerned for Georgette, and this was definitely not an arena she was comfortable in, but she was able to work through those emotions and get to the point.

God, how he loved women who could just get right to it.

Keep it straight and narrow.

“Go for it, Mimi. I’m listening.”

“I don’t know how your normally do things, Garrett. And maybe I don’t fit in, or get to stay, but I’m here to help however I can. I’d like to see her back safe and sound. There are a lot of things that could happen to her, and I’ve read enough books to imagine hundreds of ways this could end. Most of them are not very happy.”

She definitely was an asset. He decided to stop fighting himself, and start using what she had to offer. She was completely right.

“Can I ask you a question first?” he asked.

“Of course.” She gave him a timid smile.

“When did you know?”

“Excuse me?”

“Know who I was.” He watched her eyes widen and her mouth open with surprise.

“You haven’t changed a bit. I’d have recognized you thirty years from now. I had a lot of time to think about it. And I had all afternoon to figure out how I was going to approach you, because I wasn’t sure you weren’t playing with me. I just didn’t think this ‘high level’ group,” she said using her fingers as quotes, “wouldn’t have figured it out first, and that bothered me. So that should tell you how well they’ve vetted everything, including your helpers here. A lot can happen in a week. Something’s wrong.”

Again, she was smartly assessing their situation. And she’d successfully steered the conversation away from the interpersonal cloud that still remained between them. He hoped trusting her intuitions wouldn’t wind them into some unforeseen danger. But he wanted to in the worst way.

“So, what do you think happened?” he asked.

Mimi hesitated, putting her fingers against the glass on the window overlooking the woods.
Hamilton, Sharon. SEAL Love’s Legacy (Silver SEALs Book 1) (pp. 59-66). Frog Haven Press. Kindle Edition.

While I’m not really a fan of May – December relationships, this one captured me.

The situation is tense as the clock ticks for finding Georgette. The way these two finally get together had me hemming and hawing a bit, but I get the why.

I liked the team Garrett put together and Mimi was definitely key in the mission.

While there were editing errors that slipped by I still enjoyed the story and I can’t wait for the next book to come out. The Silver Seals have won my heart.

5 Contented Purrs and an Editing Hiss for Sharon!

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Sharon Hamilton

Sharon Hamilton is a NYT and USA Today bestselling author most known for her SEAL Brotherhood series.

Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany are not like any vamps you’ve read before, since they don’t have to go to ground, and can walk around in the full light of the sun.
Sharon’s Guardian Angels struggle with the human charges they are sent to save, often escaping their vanilla world of Heaven for the brief human one. You won’t find any of these beings in any Sunday school class.

All of Sharon’s books are available on eBooks (most formats), print and Audible.

A lifelong organic gardener, Sharon lives with her husband in the Wine Country of Northern California, where most of her stories take place. When she’s not writing, she’s getting verra verra dirty in the mud, or wandering Farmer’s Markets looking for new Heirloom varieties of vegetables and flowers.


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