Montana SEAL Daddy – Brotherhood Protectors Book 7 by Elle James

Montana SEAL Daddy
Brotherhood Protectors Book 7
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Elle James


Former Navy SEAL enters the fight of his life
to protect the mother of his child from killers
who wish to silence her testimony in a murder case

After the sudden disappearance of the amazing woman he fell for on vacation in Cozumel and nearly losing his own life on a politically volatile mission in Syria, Brandon Rayne “Boomer” leaves the SEAL brotherhood and signs on with the private security agency Brotherhood Protectors in Montana. Determined to forget the girl and maybe even try for a real life and start a family, he embraces his new life.

While on vacation in Cozumel, Daphne Miller fell in love with a handsome SEAL. On the verge of committing her heart and life to him, she becomes the unwitting witness to murder. Forced into witness protection, she doesn’t realize she’s pregnant, the product of the hot fling with the sexy SEAL. A year later, still pining for what could have been, with a baby girl to protect, Daphne’s safe house is compromised. In an attempt to evade the people trying to kill her to keep her from being a star witness in a big court case, she heads to Montana to find the only person she knows can help, the baby’s father.

Determined to put his desire for Daphne on the back burner, Boomer focuses his skills and cunning on keeping her alive long enough to testify. Together, they vow to protect baby Maya from being used as a pawn to control the outcome of a critical court case.

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Daphne was on her ‘honeymoon’ alone, her fiancé had died before the wedding but she had made the promise to go. She met Boomer when she was crying her heart out and they quickly became friends. Things were fun with someone to share experiences with and those fun days turned to steamy nights as well. It was her last night when she slipped from his bed not wanting to say good-byes that she witnessed a murder. Chuck saved her from being discovered by the killer taking her into protective custody to save her life.

Boomer now works for Brotherhood Protectors, his first assignment is to help in the protection of a woman and her child. The other person protecting her, Chuck, was also a SEAL but works for some undisclosed agency. The thing Boomer doesn’t know is that the child is his.

This is a favorite scene as they settle into the safe house, and Daphne corners him as he gets the generator started.

“Boomer,” Daphne touched his shoulder. “We need to talk.”

He shrugged off her hand and straightened. “We have nothing to talk about.” He stared into her gaze, briefly, and then bent to grab the cord’s pull handle.

He pulled so hard he broke the handle off the cord, and still the engine wouldn’t start.

Daphne crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrows. “I get the feeling you’re angry with me.”

“I’m not angry,” he denied, though his response sounded terse, even to his own ears.

Her eyes narrowed. “What I don’t understand is why you’re mad at me.”

He threw the handle on deck. “I know why you left Cozumel. I know you didn’t have a choice. I know what happened. You don’t have to give me the detailed explanation. I get it. Just don’t expect me to be happy about it.”

Her brows rose higher. “You know?”

“I know.” He bent to retrieve the handle, tied it back to the cord and yanked with a little less force. The engine turned over, chugged a couple of times and then roared to life.

Over the roar of the motor, Boomer heard Daphne’s words, “Then you don’t want anything to do with your baby girl?”

Boomer’s pulse raced, his stomach clenched and the snow swirling around his head made him strangely dizzy to the point he thought he was hearing things that couldn’t be possible. “What did you say?”

She shook her head, her brows furrowing. “It’s okay. I don’t expect anything from you. What we had in Cozumel was a fling. Neither one of us had any expectations. We didn’t discuss life after the island. We certainly didn’t discuss children. Maya and I can make it on our own once this murder thing is cleared up.” Daphne spun toward the door, her eyes glistening. “I’ve done my part. At least, now you know.”

Boomer grabbed her arm and yanked her back around. “Woman, what are you talking about?” He bent and switched the generator off. The engine rumbled to a stop, leaving nothing but the wind howling through the trees for noise.

“You heard me,” Daphne said. A tear rolled down her cheek. She reached up to swipe it away. “You had the right to know. Now that you do, I don’t expect anything from you. Maya is my responsibility. She and I will be fine.”

Boomer shook his head, his eyes narrowing. “Back it up about four paragraphs.”

Her brows dipped. “Why?”

“I want to be sure I’m hearing this right. You said your baby girl.”

She nodded. “I did. Again, you don’t have to do a thing. I’m perfectly capable of raising our daughter on my own. I don’t need your help.”

“Our daughter?” Boomer felt as if he’d been punched in the gut. “As in yours and mine.” He touched a finger to her chest and then to his. “Not yours and Chuck’s?”

She looked at him as if he’d grown a set of horns. “What are you talking about? Maya is your daughter, not Chuck’s.”

Boomer’s head spun. Maya was his child? The baby in the chalet was his flesh and blood?

Daphne’s brows dipped lower and then raised into her hairline. “You thought Chuck and I…that Maya is Chuck’s daughter?” She laughed, the sound strained and tight.

Boomer stood straight, unable to move, not a single word coming to his lips. The truth swirled around him like a tornado, sucking the air from his lungs.

“Do you think I would hop from your bed into Chuck’s so quickly?” Daphne pushed away from him. “You bastard.” She yanked her arm free of his grip and stepped back. “I thought we had something going on in Cozumel. That we had a special connection.” She snorted. “I guess it was only on my side. I was just another girl in a sailor’s port.” Another tear slipped from the corner of her eye. She swiped it away and squared her shoulders. “Well, to hell with you. You had the right to know you have a child, but now that you do, you can stay the hell away from both of us. That suits you, doesn’t it? Maya and I would hate to cramp your lifestyle.” She marched toward the door.

Before she could reach for the handle, Boomer jerked her around and slammed her against his chest. “You were not just another woman in a port. When I woke up the next morning and you weren’t there, I didn’t know what to think. I looked for you, but you were gone, everything about you seemed to be wiped clean. I didn’t know how to contact you, and the airport didn’t have any evidence of your departure. You were gone, as if you never existed.” That empty feeling of despair washed over Boomer like it had been yesterday when he’d woken up to find his bed empty, the woman he’d fallen for so completely missing.

“I had to disappear,” Daphne whispered. “Otherwise, I would have been gone for real.”

“I get that.” Boomer brushed the next tear away with the pad of his thumb. “But you had a baby.” He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and confusion. “Why didn’t you let me know sooner? I could have been there for you.”

She shook her head. “You were deployed. I had to stay in hiding. I couldn’t contact you. They were watching, waiting for me to make a move. Hell, I didn’t even have to make a move. They found us anyway.”

Boomer shoved a hand through his hair as the enormity of her words sank in. “Maya isn’t Chuck’s baby.”

Daphne snorted. “If you knew anything about me and if you’d have quit thinking the worst of me, you’d have known.” She wrapped her arms around her middle, tucking her hands into the fabric of her jacket. “I love Chuck…like a father or big brother. In fact, I don’t know what I would have done without him over the past year. But the father of Maya is the rat-bastard standing in front of me, thinking I could be fickle enough to hop from one bed to another.” She turned to walk back into the house. “I don’t need this aggravation. I have a life, and it began with Maya.”

When Boomer tried to stop her by placing a hand on her arm, she glared down at his fingers curled into her jacket. “I need you to protect me and my daughter. Other than that, leave me alone.”

Boomer’s chest tightened and words rose up from his throat. Before he could utter them and put his other foot squarely in his mouth, he swallowed hard. The angry, determined look on Daphne’s face stopped him cold.
James, Elle. Montana SEAL Daddy (Brotherhood Protectors Book 7) (pp. 64-68). Twisted Page Inc.. Kindle Edition.

Many hold your breath and hang on tight scenes as things heat up in more ways than one.

Suspenseful and tense, laughter and tears, you won’t be able to stop turning the pages.

I love all the Brotherhood Protectors and Chuck quickly became a favorite too.

I am now reading the next book in this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Elle!

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Elle James Elle James

Award-winning author Elle James grew up as an air force military brat. She received her work ethic from her rock-solid father, her creative streak from her artistic mother and inspiration from her writing partner and sister, Delilah Devlin.

As a former member of the army reserves and a current member of the air force reserves, she’s traveled across the United States and to Germany, managed a full-time job, and raised three wonderful children. She and her husband have even tried their hands at ranching exotic birds (ostriches, emus and rheas) in the Texas hill country. Ask her, and she’ll tell you what it’s like to go toe-to-toe with an angry three-hundred-and-fifty-pound bird and live to tell about it!

Her adventures in the army and air force reserves, and the wild antics of her life on a small ranch in Texas give her fodder for mystery, suspense and humor in her writing. Elle writes gothic, paranormal mystery for the Harlequin Intrigue line and paranormal romantic comedy for Dorchester Publishing. A former manager of computer programming and project management professionals, Elle is happy she now has the opportunity to pursue her writing full time.

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