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He survived Houthi rebels,
but he might not survive his sister’s best friend . . .
Navy SEAL Zachary Browne made it back from Yemen to find a squatter living in his house–his sister’s best friend who is now an apparently homeless and very possibly insane, sexy AF interior designer.
Gabby claims Amanda hired her to redecorate his place as a surprise. His sister should know the two things Zach hates more than surprises is change and people touching his stuff. But Gabrielle Lee Interiors & More has done all that–and more.
And now Gabby is missing–in Tijuana of all places–and he has to go find her during his leave.
But things can get wild south of the border–and not just from the chemistry they’ve been trying to ignore for more than a decade.
What happens in Tijuana . . . might just kill you.
This book opens with Zack deployed and his sister Amanda interfering once again. This time she recruits her best friend Gabby to redecorate her grandmother’s home which was now Zack’s. Of course Zack knows nothing about any of this, other than Amanda had been telling him to do it for a long time.
Gabby’s fledgling interior decorating business is floundering, so much so that she focused entirely on her jobs instead of the fact that she had to vacate her apartment because of the building’s new owner.
Taking advantage of the fact that Zack was deployed she temporarily moves her stuff there while she does the redecorating. Not expecting him home for weeks yet.
This is a favorite scene.
As Zach’s mental list of his most valuable worldly possessions slowly expanded, he pressed himself up against the wall of the house, sliding along the foundation as silently as he could while trying to avoid the scrubby shrubs growing there.
Make that the prickly scrubby shrubs.
What the hell? Were those thorns on that damn bush? It had never flowered, as far as he knew, so why the fuck was this prickly thing planted here?
As the shrub grabbed onto Zach’s cargo shorts and legs, tearing at both the fabric of his clothes and his skin, he cursed himself for not having taken more of an interest in the landscaping.
He certainly would now, once this takedown was over.
In fact, he was on leave. He’d already checked in at base and the next couple of weeks were his own. Gardening hadn’t been on the agenda but he could squeeze in taking a machete to this damn killer plant.
A woman’s voice halted both his thoughts and his movement. From his place outside the open bathroom window he heard clearly the sound of the water running in the shower and a woman singing.
He knew the window had been closed and locked when he’d left for Djibouti months ago. It should still be locked unless Amanda had been by and opened the windows for some reason—
Was it his sister who’d parked in his driveway and was singing in his bathroom? And what the hell was that she was singing, anyway?
Was that a Disney song? It sure had that unmistakable sound to it.
Zach had a sudden recollection from his childhood of Amanda seated in front of the television with a DVD in the player, singing along at the top of her lungs to some animated film.
Yup, it had to be Amanda inside.
Her singing sounded a lot better today than it had back then, when she’d bellowed along, dressed in a pastel frilly dress pretending she was the princess on screen.
With a sigh, he relaxed, falling out of SEAL mode and into annoyed brother mode instead.
Why was she here and showering at his house, and with a strange vehicle filled with a butt load of stuff?
Shit. Had something bad happened between her and her husband? He liked Jasper. He’d hate to have to kill his brother-in-law for hurting his sister.
Loosening his grip on the club, he reached into his pocket and drew out his house key. Opening the front door, he stepped inside.
Intruder-scare aside, it felt good to be home in the land of free flowing Big Macs and reliable WiFi. Not to mention private bathrooms—which he was going to have again as soon as he determined why the fuck his sister was in his and got her out of it.
Zach leaned the golf club in the corner of the front hallway and looked around. Why did it smell like paint? That question was soon answered when he noticed the walls.
Why the fuck was the hallway a different color? And where was the carpet? He frowned down at the shiny wooden floors before his gaze moved on to the living room.
Where was the furniture? And where the fuck was his TV?
He might actually have felt better thinking he had been robbed. At least that was something he could get angry about. But this—this was worse because he had a strong suspicion about what was really going on here.
Amanda must have suggested a dozen times that he redecorate. He’d always said no. Then he’d deployed, leaving his nosy, annoying, untrustworthy sister alone for months with his spare house key.
Jaw clenched, he stomped across the gleaming wood of the empty living room and down the hallway. He resisted the urge to kick in the bathroom door and instead flung it wide with a force that sent it crashing against the wall.
“What the fuck did you do to my house?”
The blood curdling scream that came from behind the new shower curtain gave him a moderate sense of satisfaction.
Good. He was glad he’d startled her, because she sure as hell had surprised him.
“I swear, Amanda. I told you I liked my house just the way it was—”
“Zach. It’s not Amanda.”
Johnson, Cat. Hot SEAL, Tijuana Nights (SEALs in Paradise) (pp. 49-51). Cat Johnson. Kindle Edition.
This book is so much fun, well except for an excursion to Tijuana to get the tiles for her business client.
A touch of action, plenty of laughs, misunderstandings, sibling love, and plenty of romance and heat.
I love this multi-author series, I really need to catch up on the new books. Don’t forget to check out Cat’s page there’s a bonus prequel to this book to fetch.
5 Contented Purrs for Cat!
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Cat Johnson is a top 10 New York Times bestseller and the author of the USA Today bestselling Hot SEALs series. She writes contemporary romance that usually features hot alpha heroes (who often wear combat or cowboy boots) and the sassy heroines brave enough to love them. Known for her unique marketing she has sponsored pro bull riders, owns a collection of camouflage and western wear for book signings, and has used bologna to promote romance novels.