SEALs in Paradise
Holiday Edition Book 2

By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Parker Kincade

Luck has always been on his side. With her, his luck might just run out.

After the death of a fellow Navy SEAL, Liam “Lucky” Jamison’s foundation crumbles. He’s done. Facing civilian life after fifteen years in the Navy, he has no idea what he wants to do next, or where he wants to do it. A surprise visit from his childhood friend is a welcome distraction from the confusion about his future, but his intense attraction to her causes another type of confusion all together.

Haven Somers wants adventure before she settles into running the family pub in Killarney, Ireland. She couldn’t think of a greater adventure than to surprise her friend in California, whom she hasn’t seen in twenty years. Haven is charmed by Liam’s generous spirit, easy-going personality, and mischievous grin. The more time she spends with him, the more Haven starts to think being with Liam is the only adventure she’ll ever need.

The minute Liam touches Haven, he knows he’s in trouble. He sees forever in Haven’s eyes, but he’s been keeping secrets from her. Now, there’s no way for him to come clean without the risk of losing her.

But if he won’t trust her with the truth, why would she trust him with her heart?

Liam is leaving the SEALs, the death of his teammate was a last straw for him. He wants what he can’t have as a SEAL. A home, family, kids maybe even a dog. He hasn’t told his best friend Haven about it yet, he’s afraid he’ll disappoint her by quitting.

Haven needs to get away from her family pub in Ireland and a persistent suiter. She wasn’t going to go further than Dublin but an impulse had her boarding a plane to the US.

A phone call from his friend Haven has Liam concerned, that is until she shows up in McP’s. It takes a moment for him to recognize her and in that time his thoughts were far from friendship.

I loved the immediate rapport and her introduction to his team.

This is a favorite scene.

Haven took a step back, unsure what to do with this side of him. This very sexy, protective side of him. “I…well…” Yeah. She had nothing. Her nipples on the other hand. They needed to settle the feck down. She and Liam were friends. Nothing more.

“This isn’t the place or the time.” Liam grabbed her hand and laced their fingers. He seemed to enjoy holding on to her. “We are definitely going to have a discussion about safety and proper planning when traveling to a foreign country when we get home because, of course, you’re staying with me. I’d be upset if you didn’t.”

“Are you certain? I don’t want to be in your way.”

“Trust me, pix. I don’t mind.” He tugged on her hand. “Come meet the guys. I’m sure they’re probably pissing themselves right about now.”

“Like excited little puppies?” she joked, relieved she didn’t have to worry about where she would sleep tonight.

Liam threw his head back and laughed, all traces of his earlier intensity wiped away. He led her to the table where she’d first spotted him. Four equally large, hard-bodied men circled around to meet them as they approached.

“Christ almighty,” she muttered. “What do they put in the water here to grow ’em so…big?”

The obvious awe in her voice sent Liam’s brows soaring. He leaned close and said, “I’ll pay top dollar to ensure they never hear you say that.”

Haven nodded absently and focused on keeping her jaw closed as she looked from one desperately good-looking man to the next. She knew these were Liam’s SEAL teammates, even though she couldn’t put names to all of them.

Lord, she hadn’t had time to recover from the excitement of her journey and reunion with Liam, and now, she was about to meet his closest friends. Far from being at her best, Haven prayed she made a good first impression. She’d be crushed if Liam’s friends didn’t like her.

“Of course, the luckiest son of a bitch around would know the most beautiful woman in the place,” one of the men said. “Why am I even surprised?”

Never having suffered a shy phase, Haven let go of Liam’s hand and walked right up to the man, tilting her head way back to maintain eye contact. “You’re not so bad yourself.” She was a hugger as a general rule, but instinct told her to go easy with this one. She offered her hand instead. “I’m Haven, Liam’s friend from Ireland.”

“That accent is a dead giveaway, honey.” His gaze slid over her. “I’m Cole.” He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. “Always happy to meet a friend of Liam’s. Say, when you get tired of hanging out with his boring ass, maybe you and I can get toget—”

“All right, Joker,” Liam said, giving Cole, aka Joker, a slight shove. “Heel, or it’s the doghouse for you. She came to the States to see me, not to have my friends hit on her.” Liam sent her a questioning glance. “Right?”

Close enough. Fighting back a smile, she gave him a sharp salute. “Right.”

Liam rolled his eyes. “Moving on. That’s Chris and next to him is Ben. And right there is—”

“Brian,” Haven finished. He’d crashed more than one of her video calls with Liam, so she felt like she already knew him.

This time Haven didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her arms around Brian’s waist and gave him a quick squeeze. “It’s so nice to finally meet you in person. How did things work out with you and Alicia?”

“You told her about that?” Brian tossed the question at Liam.

“Of course, he did,” Haven answered. He’d send her a text with a link to the video. “It’s not every day Liam sings an old Irish ditty in a crowded pub.”

Cole laughed. “You’d be surprised.”

“He’s kind of made a thing of it,” Brian said. “Now, whenever Lucky jumps behind the bar to help old Ray out, the two of them end up leading sing-a-longs.”

Surprised, Haven turned toward Liam. “You didn’t tell me you worked here.”

“That’s because I don’t.” He shrugged. “I’m good behind the bar, so I help out sometimes if Ray gets overwhelmed. I mainly do it because it’s fun and the tips are good.”

“As if you kept those,” Ben scoffed, then turned to her to explain. “Liam won’t take the money he earns, no matter how hard they try to pay him. He has Ray split his tip money evenly among the wait staff.”

Liam shrugged again, as though his generosity was no big deal. He dropped her bag next to an empty chair and toed it under the table. He pulled out the chair and motioned for her to sit. “I’m gonna head over and get my girl a drink,” he announced once she was settled. “You guys keep your hands to yourselves, and no fucking talking about me while I’m gone.”

“Arrogant much?” Joker smirked as he slid into the chair on her left. “We have better things to talk about than your ugly ass.”

Liam used two fingers to point to his own eyes, then swiveled his fingers toward the guys. “Bro-code.” Haven laughed as Liam walked away. “Bro-code? What’s that mean?” She stretched her legs out under the table, grateful for the room to move after being stuck in an airplane for the better part of the last seventeen hours.

Brian, Chris, and Ben took chairs around the table, leaving the chair to her right open for Liam.

“It means he’ll kick our asses if we tell you any embarrassing stories about him. And by the way,” Brian leaned in, grinning from ear to ear, “I got the girl.”

Haven offered him a high-five. “Heartbreaker, no more, aye?” Happy endings gave Haven hope that maybe one day she’d find hers.
Kincade, Parker; Authors, Paradise. Hot SEAL, Charmed. Kindle Locations (363-403). Parker Kincade. Kindle Edition.

I laughed out loud when she refers to them as excited puppies and then Liam refers to them being in the doghouse.

There’s quite a few ups and downs for Liam and Haven as their lifelong friendship evolves into something more.

Lots of laughter, some tears and sizzling heat!

5 Contented Purrs for Parker!

Parker Kincade

USA Today Bestselling Author, Parker Kincade, writes edge-of-your-seat-sexy romantic suspense, hot and steamy sports romance, and contemporary western romance. Her first novel, One Night Stand, won the 2013 Reader’s Crown Award for Best First Book, the category of Best Erotic Romance in the Celtic Hearts Romance Writers Golden Claddagh contest, and was named finalist in the Romance Writers of America/Passionate Ink Stroke of Midnight contest.

Parker lives in the Southern United States. She loves to read, play golf, spend time with her family and friends, snuggle with her beloved boxer, ice cream from the ice cream truck, and watching old musicals.

By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Parker Kincade

As a Navy SEAL, Evan Lancaster was prepared to handle any task, any disaster.

He was not prepared for this.

He was not prepared for HER.

Evan’s best friend John is getting married, but there have been many glitches and rescheduling due to his fiancé Chloe’s job. Now they’ve lost the venue and have to start over again. The first step is enlisting Evan’s help. Now it’s not only Evan who will be working on this, Chloe’s friend and florist Presley will also be helping John pull off this surprise wedding. What John doesn’t know is that Presley and Evan have a past. It was many years ago but it doesn’t make the initial meeting any less awkward.

This is just one of my favorite scenes.

She did not need this today. Not the day after Brad—her boyfriend of five months—had dumped her. At her favorite restaurant, no less. The jerk.

Her emotions were all over the place, which was the only explanation for why she reacted to Evan’s perusal. What woman wouldn’t enjoy the appreciation of a gorgeous man?

One who was in love with her boyfriend…?

She would examine that thought another time. For now, Presley brushed invisible lint from the bright red fabric of her dress with an internal huff. She’d chosen the dress because it was her favorite.

Because it made her feel confident and pretty. Not so it could be mentally removed by a guy who had a history of deserting her.

Presley took a steadying breath and willed her pulse to slow. She wasn’t sixteen. Evan wasn’t eighteen. They were adults now. He’d moved on, and so had she. She was in no mood to relive the past.

Evan’s gaze finally met hers. Presley knew the moment he recognized her. It was comical, really, how fast his interest morphed into a less desirable expression. Shock mixed with a dash of surprise, then his full lips thinned into a scowl, as if he’d just decided the years between them hadn’t been nearly long enough.

His reaction set her defenses on edge. He had a lot of nerve acting as if he had any right to be upset. She hadn’t done anything to him. If there was any anger to be had, it belonged to her.

“Hey, Presley,” John called, waving her over.

Presley took a deep breath, fighting to calm the nerves eating away at her stomach.

The past is dead and gone. I’m here for John and Chloe.

Pasting a smile on her face, Presley closed the distance between them.

“John,” she greeted warmly. Presley reached for him as she approached the table. John took her hands in his, giving them a light squeeze.

“You’re a lifesaver. Thank you for coming.” John released her hands and motioned toward his companion. “This is my friend and best man, Evan—”

“Lancaster,” she finished. “Yes, I know.” She kept her expression passive. “Hello, Evan.”

John’s best man. What were the odds?

“You know each other?” John appeared dumbfounded. “Not really.” The desire to return a blow made the words tumble from her mouth. “We were…acquaintances, once. A long time ago, right Evan?”

Evan’s frown was fierce, but he remained silent.

Apparently, she’d hit her mark. She should be happy, but cheapening what he’d meant to her didn’t feel great, regardless of how they’d ended.

“Dude.” John shoved at Evan’s shoulder.

Evan’s sigh was loud enough for the entire coffee shop to hear as he lumbered to his feet to join them.

If it weren’t for her budding friendship with Chloe, Presley would’ve turned around and left. It was clear Evan wished she would go. Well, Evan Lancaster could get over himself. Presley was the best person to help plan this wedding. She knew what Chloe wanted. They’d discussed the details at length while picking out the flowers at Presley’s nursery. John needed her help, and Presley wouldn’t let Evan ruin Chloe and John’s big day.

“Don’t mind him, Presley,” John said. “He was raised in a barn.”

How could she forget? She’d had her first kiss in that barn.

“You can take the cowboy off the ranch…” Presley let her words trail off. She had no idea if Evan worked the ranch, or if his family was still in the horse business.

“Oh, Evan isn’t a cow— Ow!”

Evan slapped a beefy hand on John’s shoulder, cutting off whatever John had been about to say as Evan pulled him away from her.

“What the hell, man?”

Evan ignored his friend.

“Presley.” Evan didn’t attempt to hug her. “Been a long time.”

She shivered as the unexpected rumble of his voice cascaded down her spine, resonating through her middle. Presley shifted on her heels. A knowing arrogance flashed in those intense jade eyes as he followed her movement. The muscles in his arms flexed, as if he were fighting the urge to move.

“Yes, it has.” She swallowed hard. “You, um, you look well.” An understatement, to be sure.
Kincade, Parker. Hot SEAL, Best Man (SEALs in Paradise) (pp. 16-18). Parker Kincade. Kindle Edition.

Now the one thing to take note of is in the introduction, Evan prevents John from revealing he’s not a cowboy, but a SEAL. You know that’s gonna come back and bite him, right?

I got quite the kick out of this book as John gets a new deadline and can’t help with any of the planning.

Interesting family interaction as Evan gets permission from his father to use the barn for the wedding. Presley’s sister Emilia is a hoot, she’s holding more of a grudge against Evan then Presley is.

Between Evan’s family dynamics and Emilia’s barbs, there is plenty of simmer to sizzle romance and the secret Evan is withholding could very well destroy everything they’ve built during the wedding planning.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this multi-author series!

5 Contented Purrs for Parker!

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By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Parker Kincade

What happens in Vegas …
will change his life forever.

Navy SEAL Aidan “Rocket” Stone wants to do three things during his leave: get his hands dirty with something other than gun powder; eat something that doesn’t come out of a pouch; and avoid any situation that involves him getting shot at.

Two out of three ain’t bad.

When I saw Vegas I immediately went to the thought, Casinos, Gambling, Shows, and no sleep. For Aiden it’s home, not the glitter and glamor. He has a tradition he follows, every time he makes it home. He goes into his next door neighbor’s home, drops off a box of Boss’s favorite cigars, grabs a beer and goes home to sleep. It’s a way for Boss Parks to know he’s home and safe. This time though something is very different.

This is a favorite scene.

Zoe Parks kicked and fought against the blanket twisted around her legs. She screamed again—louder this time—when she realized she’d done little more than hogtie herself for the dangerous-looking stranger in her living room.

“Hey!” Her would-be attacker’s hands rose, showing her the palm-side of his fingerless gloves. He darted a glance over his shoulder. “Are you trying to give the old man a heart attack? Simmer down, will you? I’m not here to hurt you, for fuck’s sake.” Those large, long-fingered hands disappeared into the pockets of his black leather jacket. “Jesus. You could wake the damn dead with those vocal chords.”

Zoe froze. The man’s words cut through her panic and drove her straight into anger. The old man? If this was some kind of joke, Zoe wasn’t laughing.

She ignored the pain slicing through her chest. The wound was still too fresh, to raw to be poked at. “W-who are you?”

“I’m Aidan Stone. My parents live next door. Are you the live-in? The one who left that mess in the kitchen?”

“If you’re asking if I live here, the answer is yes.” The mess was none of his business. “Your turn, Aidan Stone.” She finally freed her legs and shoved the blanket to the floor, feeling more in control, but no less pissed off. “What the hell are you doing in my house?”

“Your house?”

His incredulous tone did nothing to dampen her temper. “Yes. My house.”

Aidan took a step toward her. If he was who he said he was, she knew his parents. But she didn’t know him. Instinct made her scramble back as a low growly noise filled the room.

“I said I’m not going to hurt you.”

She brought her knees up, prepared to launch herself over the back of the couch so she could run, if necessary.

“I’ve heard that before.” The last man who’d uttered those words to her broke his promise. And her nose. She wouldn’t be caught unaware again. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched, as if he was clenching his teeth. “Where’s Boss?”

“What gives you the right to barge into my house and demand answers about any damn thing? I don’t know anyone named Boss. How did you get in here anyway?”

She spied her cell phone on the coffee table. Zoe weighed her odds. From the look of him, Aidan had more than half a foot and fifty pounds of solid muscle on her. She probably wouldn’t have time to dial 9-1-1 even if she managed to get to her phone before he got to her.

He must’ve guessed at her thoughts, because he reached for the phone. He surprised her by tossing it in her direction. Zoe caught the phone and cradled it against her chest.

“I have a key. Call the police if it’ll make you feel better. All I want is an answer, and then I’ll go.” His dark eyes narrowed. “Dwight Parks,” he said slowly, as if he wasn’t sure she understood English. “The man who owns the couch you’re sitting on, as well as everything else in the house you say belongs to you. Where is he?”

Zoe was stunned silent. He had a key. To her grandfather’s house.

Are you trying to give the old man a heart attack?</em?

Her stomach turned sour.

He doesn’t know.

Zoe looked at Aidan, really looked at him for the first time. His white T-shirt stood out in stark contrast to the black leather jacket, black jeans, and black motorcycle boots he wore. His hair was black, too. Cut short, accentuating a widow’s peak. He had a heavy brow ridge, a nose that looked like it had been broken a time or two, and rich, whiskey colored eyes framed with thick lashes women would kill for.

He looked sturdy, like a guy who could withstand a hit or two, physical or emotional. She hoped that was true, because the one she was about to launch was a doozy.

“He’s not here,” she managed, knowing those were the wrong words, but unable to choke out the ones he needed to hear.

Aidan’s brow went up as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Where is he?”

He was trying to be nonchalant, but the tension was obvious in his stance. He was bracing himself for whatever was coming.

For some reason, that single act of arrogant strength grounded her. Helped her form the right words. The words she had come to hate.

“He died.”

Zoe’s heart ached as the color drained from Aidan’s face. His chest expanded under his T-shirt, causing the material to mold against what appeared to be a solid wall of muscles. There was no reading his blank expression, but she felt the pain radiating from him as if it were her own. And maybe it was. She’d had so little time with her grandad, and now he was gone.

“When?”

“Six weeks ago.” She didn’t know why, but she added, “I’m sorry.” He gave her a sharp nod, his gaze focused on something behind her. “Since you have a key, I’m guessing you and my grandfather were close?”

That earned her a hard stare. “Your grandfather?”

“Yes. I’m not the housekeeper. I’m Zoe Parks.”

His gaze left her face and traveled over her body in a slow perusal. “You’re Boss’s little Zoe?”

She nodded, tears filling her eyes.
Hot SEAL, Vegas Nights (Kindle Locations 170-212). Parker Kincade. Kindle Edition.

Scaring the granddaughter of the man he thought of as another grandfather was not a very good beginning, but he does make it up to her. Although he is really angry with his parents for not telling him his friend and mentor had passed.

Zoe and Aiden do have a great time together, and there’s some drama and action involving her ex. Oh did I mention these two almost melted my kindle? They are perfect together!

I loved this story and I can’t wait to read more from the fabulous authors in this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Parker!

Parker Kincade

USA Today Bestselling Author, Parker Kincade, writes edge-of-your-seat-sexy romantic suspense, hot and steamy sports romance, and contemporary western romance. Her first novel, One Night Stand, won the 2013 Reader’s Crown Award for Best First Book, the category of Best Erotic Romance in the Celtic Hearts Romance Writers Golden Claddagh contest, and was named finalist in the Romance Writers of America/Passionate Ink Stroke of Midnight contest.

Parker lives in the Southern United States. She loves to read, play golf, spend time with her family and friends, snuggle with her beloved boxer, ice cream from the ice cream truck, and watching old musicals.

By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Parker Kincaide

A Navy SEAL walks into a bar…

Brooke Ramsey loves everything about the Midnight Bay Beach Resort on Grand Turk Island, her newest account and benefactor of her two-week, all expenses paid “workcation.” The sun and sand were her idea of heaven. Until an altercation with a drunken guest brings her face-to-face with her past.

The last person Navy SEAL Asher “Knots” Dillon expects to see being harassed in the beachside bar is his ex-hookup. Eight years ago their one-night-turned-one-month stand rocked his world. Would she be up for a repeat?

Tropical paradise, bourbon, off-the-charts-sexual-chemistry … what could possibly go wrong?

Asher is on leave escorting his mother and sister to beautiful tropical Grand Turks Island. There was no way he’d let the two most important people in his life leave the US without protection. His idea of a vacation is the mountains, no ocean, no sand. He’s seen enough of that lately.

Brooke is at the gorgeous Midnight Bay Beach resort, coincidentally where Asher and his family are staying. She’s there to create an ad campaign that her boss can’t steal away from her and hopefully land the other resorts in the chain as clients. She didn’t expect to run into the man who stole her heart eight years ago, or the circumstances under which that meeting would occur.

“Look…” The woman’s voice was a mixture of exasperation and annoyance.

“Brett.”

“Look, Brett. I appreciate the offer, but I really must decline.” The last words were annoyingly polite, but pushed through clenched teeth. “I don’t have time for this. I have work to do and my, um … my boyfriend will be here any minute.”

“Boyfriend?”

Frat boy really was daft. And he never saw Asher coming.

With a strike worthy of a cobra, Asher’s hand engulfed Brett’s forearm. He squeezed in just the right spot and…

“Ow! What the hell man!” Brett’s fingers shot open, releasing the woman with a reflexive jerk.

“I do believe the lady said no. If you’re unfamiliar with the word, I’d be happy to give you a crash course.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

Seemed frat boy hadn’t bought her boyfriend story either. Asher released the kid with a little shove. “I’m the guy who’s going to beat your sorry ass to a pulp if you don’t step off.”

Asher caught movement from the asshole table and raised a palm toward Brett’s buddies. “Stay where you are,” he commanded, the transition from beach bum to SEAL as easy as breathing. “You don’t want any of this.”

Surprisingly enough, they heeded his warning. Seemed Brett’s friends weren’t as dumb as their buddy.

With the immediate threat averted, Asher finally turned his attention to the woman standing next to him. Eyes the color of frosted sapphires met his. His lungs heaved as recognition hit like a two-by-four to the gut.

Holy shit.

He would know those eyes anywhere. They’d been haunting his dreams, his fantasies, for years. It was her. Brooke Ramsey. His partner in a one-night stand that lasted for a glorious, sex-filled month. God, what had it been? Eight years?

Brooke’s recollection was a split second behind his. Gratitude melted in a fiery blaze. If those icy blues could’ve shot laser beams, Asher would be dead where he stood.
Kincade, Parker. Hot SEAL, Bourbon Neat (SEALs in Paradise) (Kindle Locations 110-127). Parker Kincade. Kindle Edition.

While saving her from a drunk frat boy may have gained him some points, it certainly wasn’t enough to wipe away eight years of not a word. His excuse of ‘he’s a SEAL and can’t give her what she deserves’ isn’t cutting it either.

There are some ‘Holy Crap’ moments in this book I did not see coming and the relationship also takes some very interesting turns.

Laugh out loud moments, combined with loud exclamations of Damn, accentuated about every other page.

Fun, sexy, with awesome surprises. Don’t miss this addition to the SEALs in Paradise Series. I will definitely be reading more of Parker’s books.

5 Contented Purrs for Parker!

Parker Kincade

USA Today Bestselling Author, Parker Kincade, writes edge-of-your-seat-sexy romantic suspense, hot and steamy sports romance, and contemporary western romance. Her first novel, One Night Stand, won the 2013 Reader’s Crown Award for Best First Book, the category of Best Erotic Romance in the Celtic Hearts Romance Writers Golden Claddagh contest, and was named finalist in the Romance Writers of America/Passionate Ink Stroke of Midnight contest.

Parker lives in the Southern United States. She loves to read, play golf, spend time with her family and friends, snuggle with her beloved boxer, ice cream from the ice cream truck, and watching old musicals.