Kanen – SEALs of Honor Book 20 by Dale Mayer


Kanen
SEALs of Honor Book 20
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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His best friend’s wife is in trouble…

A panicked phone call sends Kanan flying across the ocean to find that she’s been held captive in her apartment, tortured for something her dead husband supposedly hid.

Only she knows nothing about it and her husband is, well, dead…

Dead men don’t talk – or do they? As they unravel the mystery Kanan has to delve into his friend’s life to see what he’d done that put his wife in jeopardy. And find her captor, before he decides to kill her.

Laysa doesn’t know what this man wants, but after seeing Kanan again after so long she knows what she wants. But is it a betrayal of her husband? Then why was her husband hiding things?

And why did her captor want them? Even worse, if he got them in his possession, what was he planning to do with them?

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I have been frantically buying this series, trying to catch up before this book came out. Unfortunately I am only half way through and this book is here.

Laysa has a really big problem she didn’t know she had. Her late husband had something somebody desperately wants.

Kanen was best friends with both Laysa and Blake since grade school. While Blake hadn’t been a SEAL he had been a Naval Officer, so that his wife was in trouble meant Kanen was going to do his best to get her out of it.

With Mason’s help, Kanen along with his teammates Taylor and Nelson, are able to leave their current training mission to go to Laysa’s aid.

Their first meeting doesn’t go quite as planned though, as the guys check out her apartment.

This is a favorite scene.

Standing before her apartment door, she used her key and entered. She found no sign of any security— a guard or a camera— or even crime-scene tape. Nothing here let her know if the police were done or if they would return. The place still looked as she’d last seen it, with the drawers dumped all over the place.

With her heart pounding, she took the first step back into her apartment, worried that maybe her captor could have come back around for her. It was a terrifying thought, but there was no reason for it.

Just her fear talking in her mind. At least that’s what she told herself.

She headed toward her bedroom and turned on the light. She quickly grabbed an overnight bag and a couple changes of clothes. She didn’t know how long she would be upstairs. Part of her wanted to stay among her own familiar surroundings and another part never wanted to return. All she needed was enough to get through the next day or two. She added a light sweater, and, as she zipped up her carry bag, she thought she heard something in the living room. She froze, rushed to the wall and turned off the light.

There she waited, her breath caught in her throat, just to hear the sound again. She tried to calm down and to convince herself that it was probably something outside. But, in her heart, she knew somebody was in her apartment. And then she couldn’t stop cursing herself for being such a fool.

Maybe her captor had been watching. Hell, maybe he had never left the building, and the police had somehow missed him.

Maybe he’d been waiting for somebody to return to the apartment, and, once he’d seen the light, he’d come in. Just the thought sent chills down her spine. She didn’t know what to do. Her arms shook, and her stomach churned. She didn’t dare get caught by that madman again. She didn’t know if she should go in the bathroom, locking the door behind her, and wait, or could she exit the apartment without being seen?

The trouble was, she’d already given herself away by turning on the light.

Her only option was to make a run for it. Counting down in her mind— three, two, one— she bolted for the front door, swinging the bag behind her. She made no attempt to be quiet. Then she heard a mumbled shout behind her.

But that brought added speed to her heels. She hit the front door, her fingers scrabbling to grab the knob and to turn it in time to get out. As she was about to cross the threshold, arms grabbed her. She could hear someone calling to her, but she was too panicked to register anything, to understand who it was. Once she was grabbed, her mouth opened, and a hand clasped over her lips. She was dragged back inside.

Strong arms held her firmly. But he didn’t move her toward the living room. He just held her tight. Somewhere through the dim panic in her mind, she thought she recognized his smell. She froze and then twisted her head and mumbled, “Kanen?”

He nodded, grinned and eased his grip.

She fully turned within his hold, threw her arms around his neck and clung to him. “Oh, my God! I thought it was him back again,” She reared back and slugged him in the chest. “Why would you terrify me like that?” Tears welled up. “Do you have any idea how scared I was?”

There was only silence afterward.

Then she flung herself into his arms, her arms tightly around his neck a second time, and whispered, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He just held her close. Then she heard his deep voice, whispering against her ear, “It’s all right. I shocked you. I’m sorry.”

She sagged against him and knew it would be okay. She pulled back, the tears burning in the corners of her eyes. “I overreacted,” she whispered.

He smiled. “It’s my fault for scaring you.”

She grinned up at him. “And I’m delighted to see you and not that asshole.”

He stepped back slightly, studying her a little more intently. “I can see the asshole’s handiwork turning purple already on your chin. … What the hell are you doing here?”

Two men stepped out from the living room. She froze. They weren’t alone.

“They’re with me,” Kanen said quietly.

She sagged against him in relief. “Thank God for that.”

He introduced her to Taylor and Nelson.

She smiled, reached out a hand and shook both men’s hands, saying, “Thank you for coming to help.”

“Speaking of which,” Kanen said, closing the front door and leading her into the living room. “Tell us why you’re down here.”
Dale Mayer. Kanen (Kindle Locations 477-513). Valley Publishing.

Plenty of questions and not a lot of answers. The answers they do find don’t make a lot of sense either.

Layla’s not one to be left out so they end up doing a lot of behind the scenes investigating and the results are intriguing.

It also seems Blake was more than he appeared to be, and Layla is struck with blow after blow of revelations.

Kanen was beside her for comfort all the way, as they slowly work themselves into a relationship. One that surprises the two of them.

I love the way these guys fight the concept of ‘keepers’ only to fall for one themselves.

There’s lots of fun mixed with the suspense in this one and I loved the simmer to sizzle.

5 Contented Purrs for Dale!

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Dale Mayer

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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