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.

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

Welcome to Silver SEALs!
The New Wave From The Suspense Sisters!

Retired silver fox US Navy SEAL Commanders who sign on with the Department of Homeland Security to lead missions to protect the homeland.

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


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 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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Release Day! Review and Excerpt for Jagged Ink – Montgomery Ink: Colorado Springs Book 3 by Carrie Ann Ryan

Jagged Ink
Montgomery Ink: Colorado Springs Book 3
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Carrie Ann Ryan


The Montgomery Ink: Colorado Springs series continues with a couple fighting to keep what they thought they had and gain what they didn’t know they needed.

Roxie Montgomery met her soul mate when she least expected it. When he asked her to marry him, she thought her happily ever after was only just beginning. Then, she found that walking into the sunset was much harder than her favorite books made it out to be. After a crushing loss, she feels as though she doesn’t know her husband anymore, or rather…she doesn’t know herself.

Carter Marshall has loved Roxie since the first time he saw her. But as the days pass between them, so does the distance. He doesn’t know how to show her that he’s all in, and honestly doesn’t know if she’s in at all. When an accident changes everything, they’ll have to decide if what they have can be salvaged, or if starting over is the answer. Or even possible.

Without fighting, without a true new beginning, sometimes, the remnants of what was lost can leave anyone jagged, shells of what they were before. It will take more than the idea of forever for Roxie and Carter to find themselves again, but as the Montgomerys know, nothing worth fighting for is easy.

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This book had me holding my breath at the beginning as Carter saves Thea when the oven in her bakery blows up. It was instinct, Thea is Roxie’s sister and he would do anything to save Roxie pain. As he recovers from the burns, the lack of communication between him and Roxie becomes more apparent to the family.

This is more than just a lack of communication, this is a total withdrawal from each other. It’s so bad before the accident Roxie had filed for divorce. Carter sees the papers when he walks in the door from the hospital. Not exactly a warm homecoming.

This is a story of stepping back and starting over, it is heartbreaking and emotional. Family tries to stay away from the conflict while sending Liam to give a touch of support to Roxie.

Carter leaves because that’s what Roxie wants, not what he desires. He stays with their friend Landon and also has the support of her brother, Ryan.

I really wanted to smack these two, they are obviously in love with each other but have no communication skills whatsoever. The journey had me crying and hoping they could find their way.

I loved their new beginning with the wonderful dates and slow start to talking about what really is at the heart of everything.

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They still had a couple of hours before bed, but neither of them commented on that. They were just going to go their separate ways, a prelude to what would happen as soon as Carter was completely healed.

Roxie gave him a tight nod and then went upstairs. He did his best not to look at her. Because when he looked at her, he ached.

Because he missed his wife. He missed her smile, he missed everything about her.

He missed the way she would laugh at something inane and then bury her face in her hands because she knew that it was silly to laugh at it.
He missed her touch, her taste. Yeah, he missed sex, but it wasn’t like they’d had sex recently. They used to have their hands on each other all the time.

And then she’d stopped talking.

She’d stopped smiling.

And he couldn’t figure out how to make her do either of them again. He’d tried, but it hadn’t worked.

And then, eventually, he’d stopped trying altogether.

And she hadn’t done anything about it.

So, this was his fault. Because he had tried, and he’d failed. It would always be his fault.


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Carrie Ann Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance. Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Redwood Pack, Talon Pack, and Gallagher Brothers series, which have sold over 2.0 million books worldwide. She started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over fifty novels and novellas with more in the works. When she’s not writing about bearded tattooed men or alpha wolves that need to find their mates, she’s reading as much as she can and exploring the world of baking and gourmet cooking.

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Releases Tomorrow! Jackson – SEALs of Honor Book 19 by Dale Mayer

SEALs of Honor Book 19
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


A bullet takes out his rig,
but a mechanic captures his heart…

When Jackson is forced to pull his rig to the side of the road as the radiator overheats, he’s not impressed, but when a bouncy mechanic in camo drives back to help him, he’s even less enthralled – with himself. She’s smart, capable, single and knows a whole lot more about mechanical things than he does.

But when he hears that it’s a bullet that’s brought his rig to a stop, he knows exactly what to do – save the woman at his side and find the men who did this.

Deli was sent to assist Jackson and his sidelined rig. Only to find they are caught up in a double cross that has bullets flying and bodies dropping… some of them very close to her.

If only it was that simple… as the bodies start to fall, and their passion starts to heat up… who will be the final casualties in take the last shot in the final act?

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Okay so I’m going to be out of order here, because I was fortunate to get an ARC of this book. I had just started this series and I have reviewed the first two already. I’ve fallen in love with these guys, and the whole Keeper thing is hysterical, well for the guys not involved at the time anyway.

Like most of this team, Jackson isn’t actively looking for a girlfriend, the guys who have found their ‘Keeper’ have set the bar high. The ones who aren’t attached want women with all those same traits. Smart, loyal, and brave are just a few.

When Jackson Pearson’s convoy truck dies as he is trying to rejoin the group he meets someone and finds himself and her in a precarious situation.

When Dahlia ‘Deli’ Montgomery, one of the top mechanics backtracks to aid Jackson, she finds there is a bullet hole in the radiator. Before the tow truck can arrive a pickup drives by pelting the truck but fortunately not them with bullets.

“You know the MPs will be all over this one. They’ll probably tow it back for a forensic visit and then conclude it was just something to note in the files and to not worry about. As long as there are no casualties and not too much vehicular damage, then it won’t get very much publicity or investigation hours.”

“But somebody shot at the vehicle,” Jackson said in exasperation. “Were they shooting at me? Were they shooting to stop the vehicle down the road so they could hijack us? I don’t know.”

“Don’t worry about that right now.” Then Mason hung up.

When Jackson put away his phone, he turned to look at Deli. “Mason doesn’t seem to think anybody’ll give a crap.”

At the name Mason, her face lit up. “Are you friends?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I’m relatively new to the unit, but all of us in that group are friends.”

“You’re a SEAL then?” She smiled. “But a green one.”

His hands went to his hips, and he glared at her. “Hardly green,” he snapped.

She chuckled. “We all have to start somewhere. What you don’t know is, I started at about age six with a wrench in my dad’s garage. I’ve been wrenching ever since.”

He just rolled his eyes.

At the sound of a vehicle they both stepped out of the way. A black pickup truck drove past at an exorbitant speed. When Jackson realized something had been stuck out the window, he grabbed Deli and pulled her to the ground.

Gunfire shattered the windshield of his rig, as the pickup drove right past them.

Jackson tried to identify the plates, but the truck was going too fast.

“Did they just try to kill us?” Deli gasped.

He nodded. “Looks like it. Or to scare the crap out of us at least.”

“Why the hell aren’t you armed?” Deli asked Jackson.

He pointed to his rig. “I had plenty of firepower when on assignment or on these exercises. It’s in back of this rig and the others.”

“You don’t even carry a knife?” she asked, incredulous.

“You are talking to a trained SEAL,” he informed her.

A second and third vehicle came down the road just then. This time there were two military rigs, one the tow truck.

Deli raced to the second vehicle and explained about the pickup that had just fired on them. It took off, giving chase as the tow truck pulled a U-turn and worked to hitch up the front of Jackson’s military rig. He had it ready to move in about five minutes, while Jackson kept watch on the road, alternating with checking his watch.

She turned to Jackson and asked, “Are you okay to ride in the cab of the tow truck? Or you can catch a ride when a driver comes for my rig.”

He still stared at the road where the others had gone. “Did you hear back from them?”

“No, not likely to either,” she said. “I don’t know who they were. But they could have caught the asshole already.”

“Shouldn’t they be back by now?” He didn’t like this at all. He pulled out his phone and called Tanner. “Are you around?”

“Yeah. Mason called me. I’m heading in your direction, buddy. You got a lift yet?”

“If I want to be a threesome inside a tow truck, I’ve got a lift, yeah,” he said with light sarcasm.

“I got your back. I’ll be there in ten.”

Feeling much better, Jackson turned to Deli and said, “Tanner is about to pick me up.”

She nodded, walked up to the tow truck and said, “Good for you.” She opened the door and started to climb in.

He walked over to her. “Hey, if you want to ride back with us, that’s cool too.”

She smiled but shook her head. “I don’t wanna let your vehicle out of my sight. We’ve got this.”

And, with that, the tow truck pulled away.
Dale Mayer. Jackson (Kindle Locations 107-139). Valley Publishing.

This is a situation nobody likes, everyone is military and stationed at the same place, which means it’s someone attached to the base. Nobody likes a traitor, and this convoy was returning from testing some very confidential weapons.

I really liked that Deli is in the military and is more than a match for Jackson. The dynamic between these two is fun and intense. His Alpha protection instincts definite run into resistance with her.

Lots of tense situations, action packed suspense and plenty of heat combine with some fun and heat as Jackson finds his ‘Keeper’.

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Dale Mayer is a USA Today bestselling author best known for her Psychic Visions and Family Blood Ties series. Her contemporary romances are raw and full of passion and emotion (Second Chances, SKIN), her thrillers will keep you guessing (By Death series), and her romantic comedies will keep you giggling (It’s a Dog’s Life and Charmin Marvin Romantic Comedy series).

She honors the stories that come to her – and some of them are crazy and break all the rules and cross multiple genres!

To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage system. She has recently published her Career Essentials Series. All her books are available in print and ebook format.

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Dane – SEALs of Honor Book 3 by Dale Mayer

SEALs of Honor Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


Since achieving his lifelong goal of becoming a Navy SEAL, Dane’s life has been packed with action. He hasn’t had the time or inclination to realize he wants and needs more. After seeing several of his closest friends fall in love with that someone special, he longs for something similar in his own life.

While on a mission hunting a chemical weapons terrorist, Dane runs into a woman who not only captivates him but fulfills his deepest desires. Unfortunately, the circumstances of her presence on the scene are more than a little suspicious. Damnably, Dane can’t determine whose side she’s actually on.

Marielle came to Germany for a short busman’s holiday. She’d never expected to be running away from the very person she’d gone there to see–nor running into the arms of a man she’s tempted to give herself to even knowing she can’t keep him the way she wants to.

As the situation ping-pongs from bad to worse to utter desperation, lives–and hearts–are on the razor-edge between life and death.

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Marielle thought she was going to visit a colleague who had at one time been her professor. She was looking forward to the discussions and wandering through the village where he lives.

Dane and his team were after a chemical weapons terrorist, as they were closing in Marielle exited the house that had been empty previously. In an unexpected occurrence he was spotted, but had no time to do anything about it.

Confronted by the man she was to visit, Marielle realizes that his motives were nefarious. Managing to escape, she runs where she believes she would find help. The house the strange man was heading toward.

Ascertaining that she isn’t a threat, the guys find Marielle to be quite the asset, knowing the professor’s password was a great help.

A favorite scene is when the cat Masters make an appearance.

He studied Marielle. Trust him to trip over a woman who he might not even be able to trust. Mason rescued a brainiac programmer and Hawk found a beautiful search and rescue specialist.

Marielle stared at him, her demeanor changing from comfortable to openly hostile. “What?” she cried. “I didn’t do anything.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t say anything.”

“No,” she said, her tone dropping. “But the look on your face changed. As if I wasn’t quite who you wanted to be here.”

“Ignore him,” Shadow said. “He wouldn’t know what he wanted even after he tripped over her.”

There was a furious pounding on the keys then a sudden, “Come to me, lovely. Come to me.”

Dane stood up and walked over, keeping an eye on Marielle to make sure she didn’t bolt. “What did you find?”

“An FTP server that he had on automatic log in.”

“Hmmm.” Not knowing what an FTP server was, Dane kept quiet. They all needed to have a modicum of computer knowledge and he did, but for Shadow, the computers just opened up and talked to him. No one else on the team had that touch. Shadow was known for getting in and out of places without being seen or heard. His nickname suited him.

He knew how and when to move to stay out of sight. The team knew how to move quietly, but Shadow was silent.

Just as Dane turned away he heard an odd noise in the hallway. He was at the door in seconds. And waited out of sight.

The biggest, fattest, orangest tomcat he had seen walked into the room. And stopped at the entrance, a king surveying his property.

“Masters,” Marielle jumped up and raced to the cat’s side. The orange cat was picked up and waltzed around as she hugged him close. The cat didn’t appear to be upset in any way. As Dane watched, the big tomcat rubbed his head against hers.

“Oh, I’m so glad to see you,” she cried.

“You know his cat?” He couldn’t quite keep the suspicion out of his voice.

She didn’t seem to mind this time. “Michaels had him at the university some days. We all loved him, but I used to look after him when the professor was out of town.” She scratched the guy’s head. The cat closed his eyes in ecstasy. “I really missed him.”

“He’s big enough to fend off most intruders, but I’m surprised Michaels took him to his office.”

“Sometimes he was there for long days, working. We all loved Masters and often asked Michaels to bring him in if he could.”

“And the university rules?”

She laughed. “Can’t say any of us cared.”

He nodded and walked close. Masters grabbed his hand in his paw and head butted his fingers. “Friendly guy.”

“As long as you are too. He’s a very good judge of character.” She squeezed him tight, and the cat’s engine kicked in so loud Shadow spun around to see what the ruckus was all about.

“Now that is a big ass cat,” he called out in surprise.

Marielle laughed. “Yeah, he is.”

The cat jumped out of her arms and strutted over to Dane. He rubbed against his legs and did his best to wind himself in circles.

“He probably needs to be fed,” she said, frowning down at him. “Surely Professor Michaels wouldn’t leave him behind.”

“I don’t think he’d planned on leaving.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked him wryly. “It’s not like you can wait here until he comes back.”

“We have ways of finding out when he returns.”

She nodded. “And I really don’t want to know. Can I go home now? I want to see my mother.”

Shadow spun around from the computer. “No, you can’t.”

She gasped and turned to stare at him. “Why not?” she cried. “I can’t stay here anymore.”

“You were next door, right?”

She nodded. “I was supposed to be there for the week, but that’s not happening now, so I want to go home.”

“Not happening. At least not yet.”

“Why?” she asked, a forlorn sound to her voice.

“We need you. You’re the only connection we have to the perp,” Dane snapped. “You aren’t leaving.”

And besides, I can’t trust that you’re not involved yet. But he kept that thought to himself. He didn’t see her as a femme fatale. She was too…he didn’t know, maybe honest was the word he was searching for. Then again, he had nothing to go by other than instinct. But he’d learned to trust his instincts.

Shadow called him over. “Take a look at this.” Dane, after a warning glance in Marielle’s direction, walked over to see what Shadow had found.

“It’s a series of files. Called Michaels’ Miracle.”

“That’s what he called his project,” Marielle said, jumping up to join them. “Those will be part of his research.”

Shadow clicked several buttons and files copied over.

“Where are you sending them?”

“For safekeeping so we can take a look at it later.”

Shadow nodded his gaze on the monitor, his mind on the implications.

“How would a company like his keep this type of research?”

“Under lock and key,” she snapped, watching the files copy. “Corporate espionage is a huge industry. Think about warfare and the implications for the Far East.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Exactly.” She wandered the room. “I wonder if he has access to his lab in this house.”

“You mean a lab in this house or access digitally to a lab via this house?”

She stopped and stared. “He could have a lab here.”

“Could he?” Dane couldn’t imagine all the chemicals. “Surely that’s too dangerous.”

“No more dangerous than any other science,” she said. “Still, he’d need the filters and safety equipment.” She shook her head. “I don’t think I saw anything like that.”

Dane wondered, “How hard would it be to hide a lab?”

She frowned. “In theory, not hard at all.”
Mayer, Dale. SEALs of Honor: Books 1-3 (pp. 448-452). Valley Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Unfortunately her knowledge of the professor and knowing he wanted her research has put Marielle in more danger than she realizes. Dane and the team need to keep her safe, and Dane has more than a little interest in her.

A tense, emotional, suspenseful, sometimes funny and definitely hot page turner.

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Dale Mayer is a USA Today bestselling author best known for her Psychic Visions and Family Blood Ties series. Her contemporary romances are raw and full of passion and emotion (Second Chances, SKIN), her thrillers will keep you guessing (By Death series), and her romantic comedies will keep you giggling (It’s a Dog’s Life and Charmin Marvin Romantic Comedy series).

She honors the stories that come to her – and some of them are crazy and break all the rules and cross multiple genres!

To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage system. She has recently published her Career Essentials Series. All her books are available in print and ebook format.

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Her Wolf – The Westervelt Wolves Book 1 by Rebecca Royce

Her Wolf
The Westervelt Wolves Book 1
Award Winning Author
Rebecca Royce


*This book has been previously published, the author received her rights back, and is now republishing the book*

Ashlee Morrison has a secret obsession—with a dark and mysterious male. The only problem is that he’s a wolf and she’s becoming convinced that she’s insane. But Ashlee’s wolf is no ordinary canine; he is Tristan Kane, third son in the royal family of the Westervelt Wolf pack.

Trapped in his wolf form by his evil father’s men, Tristan has desperately sought a way out of predicament and is shocked to find that the sad but beautiful redhead who has come to the wolf cage can not only hear him, but awakens in him the knowledge that she is his mate, the other half of his soul.

Ashlee, unaware that she is half wolf-shifter, agrees to accompany Tristan back to his pack in Maine to seek answers to her past and understand her future. But as Tristan and Ashlee grow closer, familial betrayals will threaten to destroy the fragile love they have started to build.

With the odds stacked against them, Ashlee and Tristan will either embrace their love to save the Westervelt Wolves or be lost forever to despair.

Tristan has been trapped in his wolf form and now he’s stuck in a zoo. If his father’s henchmen find him, he’s dead. He needs to get back to his family.Ashlee volunteers at the zoo as a form of therapy. She was devastated by the way her engagement ended and they seem to agree she has a form of PTSD. She always finds herself watching the wolves but from a distance.

This is a favorite scene when she ‘meets’ Tristan.

Ashlee shrugged and let the memories fade. She walked to the gate of the wolf pen and stared in. Usually, she didn’t get close to the animal cages; it felt invasive to do so and sometimes she would swear it felt like she was personally trapped in the cage. The animals spent all day with people pushed up against their enclosures pointing and staring. She preferred to give them some space. She blinked and squinted. The lone wolf had red fur in its coat. Why hadn’t she noticed that before? Because she hadn’t been able to focus on anything before and she was going out of her way to not spend too much time focused on the lone wolf.

Ashlee smiled, and the wolf raised its eyes to look at her. She blushed, which made her feel ridiculous. He was a wolf, for God’s sake, but his eyes looked so human, so compassionate. That compassion drew her in. She leaned closer to the cage. She snorted. For the last ten minutes, she’d done nothing but personify animals. Talk about desperate. Maybe it was time to go back to school.

“Can’t be fun for you to be so alone in there. Maybe you would have been happier with a different pack.” She’d just broken her cardinal rule and spoken to the animal. She closed her eyes at the slip-up.

Ha! Not this pack, that’s for sure. My family actually walks on two legs some of the time. I’d love to take you to meet them. I bet if I got you there, you might actually smile. I hate that half-grimace thing you seem so fond of.

Ashlee jumped back from the enclosure, so startled she fell on her behind. Had the wolf just talked to her in her mind or had her hallucinations gotten worse? She stood and looked around her. Her cheeks burned. No patrons or other volunteers were about to see to see her act like a lunatic, which was fortuitous or she’d soon be fired from her volunteer position.

She cleared her throat and looked around again. No one nearby, just the trees with their colored leaves, the wind, and the wolves. Her butt hurt from her earlier fall. She narrowed her eyes to stare at the wolf. “Did you say something?” She groaned. Why was she playing into this? You don’t talk to figments of your imagination.

Did you hear me, little one?

The wolf’s ears perked up, and he stood up on all fours to walk towards the side of the enclosure she pressed against. Is it possible you have been here with me all this time and you can actually hear me? Why have you not answered me before?

She should put a stop to this right now and walk away. But, she didn’t. Her feet felt glued to where they stood on the ground. She felt a light wind pick up and blow her hair off her shoulders. Not knowing what else to do, she swallowed the nervous bile that had formed in her throat. “I don’t know how I hear you, but yes, I can. Unless I’ve cracked up, which is most likely what’s going on here. That’s why I don’t answer you. I don’t want to be crazy anymore.”

Crazy? You haven’t cracked up. Perhaps I have. Her wolf sniffed the air and walked closer. He howled and Ashlee took a step backwards. That smell. Your scent. I know it. You never get close enough to let me smell you. The spell, it must have limited my other powers. My sense of smell is worse than some humans. Could it be?

Ashlee’s heart pounded in her chest. “Wow, we’re really having a conversation, aren’t we?”

You…you are…mine.

She looked around again to be sure that no one approached. “What does that mean?”

How could you be here so often, for so long, and I did not know? I will kill Rex and any others who inflicted this intolerable state upon me.

Kill? Ashlee’s pulse sped up. Her palms grew sweaty and she wiped them on her pants. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to go.”

No, no little one, you cannot leave me in this pen. You must get me out and return with me to my home where my pack can restore me. I need to tell my family about the one who has betrayed us.

“Get you out of the cage? Are you nuts? See, I knew it was just a matter of time before my delusions wanted me to do something that was against the law. No. I’m in charge of my own mind. I get to say what I will and won’t do.

This whole thing goes so far beyond the realm of normal I can’t even see the border anymore. I can’t get you out of the cage. I can’t let a wolf run around the park where there are children. They’ll lock me up and shoot you.”

I would never hurt a child. But you still believe I am a mere animal and for some reason you think you are not mentally well. Not until I return home can I show you otherwise. The wolf lay down on his belly. His head pressed to the ground. Damn.

Ashlee’s eyes filled with tears at the distress in his voice and the defeat in his body language. It had been a few weeks since she’d gone on a crying binge and she didn’t want to start now. “I have to go. I’m sorry.” Why was she apologizing to her phantasm? She wiped the one tear that escaped from her eye with her hand and turned to go.

Wait. Her wolf growled and stood up. Ashlee turned back to him, her eyes wide. Do not cry. I cannot stand it. Please, beautiful girl, won’t you tell me your name?

“My name? Oh.” She blushed. “My name is Ashlee Morrison.” She started to leave again but whirled around. “What is your name?” At least she could give her delirium a label.

My name is Tristan Kane. My family calls me Trip.

She raised her eyebrow. They’d had a kid in her high school who had been called Trip. She hadn’t realized it was such a popular nickname. “You have a beautiful name like Tristan and they call you Trip? Hey, wait a second, a guy I knew with that nickname, they called him that for a reason. He was the third son in his family. Is that true for you? Are you the third son?”

I am. I’m sorry I am moping around. Five months I have been in this cage. Please don’t worry about this tonight. We can sort it out tomorrow when you come.

She shook her head. “I’m not coming tomorrow. It’s my day off, and then the next day is Sunday so I won’t be back until Monday.”

That long? Tristan shook his head. Do not worry for me. I will not have you upset. Ashlee, whatever you do, don’t let anyone tell you this isn’t real. What is happening is very complicated, but explainable just the same. I am real and you can hear me because you belong to me.

Ashlee turned and ran as if someone chased her. She didn’t turn around to look at Tristan. When she reached her black Lexus RX hybrid SUV, she swung open the door and drove her monstrous car as if her life depended on it. What should have been a fifteen-minute drive home, she made in less than five minutes. It wasn’t ‘til she got home she remembered her shift wasn’t over for another hour. She was sure to get a stern lecture.
Royce, Rebecca. Her Wolf (The Westervelt Wolves Book 1) (pp. 6-11). Rebecca Royce. Kindle Edition.

I felt sorry for Ashlee, she has so much thrown at her in such a dramatic way. Life changing things that have her drawing on a strength she didn’t know she had.

I like the way this pack first change into wolves, the mixture of magic is compelling. Women have the healing and other things that keep the pack safe.

A curse that is thought to be gone causes lots of problems for Tristan and Ashlee.

We meet many key players in this book, including Ashlee’s parents and sister, Tristan’s brothers one of whom is ‘acting alpha’ and the guys are known as the ‘Royals’. Plus Cullen the pack enforcer who calls addresses them as Princes, all the time.

Strength, persistence, drama and love all combine to make this a page turning read. I will be continuing with this series.

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As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!

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Hawk – SEALs of Honor Book 2 By Dale Mayer

SEALs of Honor Book 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


Stumbling over a dead body is one hell of a way to start a vacation…

While growing up, Hawk was always the wild card, the one who couldn’t sit still or find a place to belong. Becoming a SEAL gave him a niche and a purpose in the world like no other. Nevertheless, the wild man remains under the surface, waiting for the match to his flame. Ending up back home for a few days’ R&R, Hawk notices a new, darker element has moved in next door–and, at least in part, it appears to involve a freckle-faced redhead from his past, the girl he never forgot.

Mia remembers her best friend’s brother from her childhood only too well. What girl in her right mind could forget Hawk? As a boy, he’d been 24-7 fireworks, lighting up her life. Every encounter with him took her breath away and made her heart beat too fast. But Hawk, the man, home for a holiday, is harder, dangerous–and impossibly sexier than he’d been when she was just a star-struck kid longing to catch his eye.

Even as Mia is swept off her feet by her teenage-crush-turned-grownup-acute feelings for him, the town is hit by unprecedented violence…and Mia’s smack-dab in the middle of the explosion.

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When Hawk goes on R&R he heads home. He wants to visit with his sister and catch up. Life has other plans though. The town is in chaos when he arrives, so he stops at the General Store and finds who he believes is the owner shot. The response from the Sheriff is less than promising and he reaches out to his sister to find the man’s daughter, Mia.

Mia is a search and rescue professional. When Hawk arrives in town she is deep in the caves with two experienced spelunkers. She is only vaguely aware of the drama now centered in town now that a cache of weapons and ammunition has been found in the caves. When she gets the messages about her father being dead she rushes to his store. It’s then she discovers it’s her uncle. Rushing home to check on her father she finds herself and her father in a most precarious situation.

This is a favorite scene when Hawk shows up.

Mia sat huddled against the wall. She wished she could see them clearly enough to memorize their faces, like she’d committed their names to memory. They knew where she was, and it wasn’t like she had a way to escape, but damn it, she wanted one. There was too much firepower here to fight off on her own. She glanced around. There were a few cracks in the shed where daylight snuck in, but they were between the metal strips. Her father had been lamenting the need to fix the storehouse for years, but it was backed against the cliff so even if she could get out, she couldn’t get anywhere.

A small scratching sound came from directly behind, then something poked her. She twisted to see a hand come through the back wall. A large male hand. She grabbed it and squeezed. He squeezed back then tried to pull back but she couldn’t let him. She didn’t want to be alone. But he couldn’t help her if she didn’t let him go.

Biting her lip, she let go.

“Faster, we’re wasting time, move it.” The men jumped to it, loading up crates and boxes faster. Her heart pounded as she heard noises behind her. Could the men hear? But they were making so much noise themselves as they loaded up she could only hope they couldn’t. And she had no idea how she could get out behind the damn shed if Hawk did get that hole open enough. She had no doubt that was who was here. It had to be Hawk. No one else would be foolish enough. Heart pounding, she silently urged him on. She kept twisting to see his progress behind her then to the men’s progress in front of her. When she got a hard jab to her back, she spun and saw a corner of the metal sheeting lifted barely high enough for her head to go through. She wasn’t going to get out there.

“Now,” came the hoarse whisper. Shaking her head but already trying to get through, she realized he was standing over top and lifting the edge of the sheeting up barely enough for her to wiggle under. Her shoulders were a tight squeeze, and with the rocks right there, she had no space to move. Who’d have thought her morning squirming through cave tunnels would hold her in good stead. She managed a little further then strong arms grabbed her under her arms and yanked her free. She scrambled to her feet and whispered, “My father.”

Damn. Hawk peeked under the sheet metal flap. He wasn’t going to be able to save Gordon. But he had to try. They had seconds before the men would be coming for Mia. But Gordon was his friend. If there was anything he could do… Hawk quickly shoved Mia to the side and crawled in. Gordon’s arm was only a couple of feet away, but he wasn’t a small man. Hawk grabbed the arm and tugged the big man toward him. It was slow going, but he was gaining traction. Finally, he could grab under the back arm pit and he struggled backwards. Not being able to stand up, he couldn’t get any leverage to pull.

Up ahead he could hear the men were laughing and joking. “Okay, that’s the last box. Now the girl and get out of here.”

“Wait, these damn boxes are going to shift. We can’t have that. Come on. We have to spread them out. We’ll need to repack when the bombs are loaded.”

Hawk froze. Bombs?

He gathered his strength and dragged Gordon the last bit to the hole that was too damn small.

Mia jumped forward and pulled the metal sheeting back.

“I told you to run,” he whispered.

“Not without you and my father.”

He shook his head and dragged Gordon through the damn hole. “We’re killing him, moving him like this.”

“He has a chance this way. He has no chance against a bullet.”

He couldn’t argue that. Finally like a dam suddenly coming unstuck, Gordon slid through. Hawk grabbed his lax body and threw him over his shoulder. Mia bolted ahead of him toward the front.

“Psst,” Hawk whispered and ran up the hill behind the shed. The men would be less likely to chase them if it was hard work. He checked to make sure Mia was following. She was now running behind him. He motioned for her to go ahead.

“We need to go up about five hundred yards then down to the road and come around. My Jeep is hidden in the trees.”

Relief blasted across her face and she moved off in the direction he pointed.
Mayer, Dale. SEALs of Honor: Books 1-3 (pp. 249-252). Valley Publishing. Kindle Edition.

This book dives into the action fast and furiously, with Hawk having to start things on his own. The team follows quickly and the implications of the weapon cache go much further than just this small town.

Mia is strong and feisty, giving Hawk a run for his money even as their attraction grows hotter.

I couldn’t stop reading and Dale is definitely rough on her heroines, good thing they are as strong as the SEALs that win their hearts.

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Dale Mayer is a USA Today bestselling author best known for her Psychic Visions and Family Blood Ties series. Her contemporary romances are raw and full of passion and emotion (Second Chances, SKIN), her thrillers will keep you guessing (By Death series), and her romantic comedies will keep you giggling (It’s a Dog’s Life and Charmin Marvin Romantic Comedy series).

She honors the stories that come to her – and some of them are crazy and break all the rules and cross multiple genres!

To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage system. She has recently published her Career Essentials Series. All her books are available in print and ebook format.

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