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They’re brothers in arms, Navy SEALS
risking their lives for their country . . . and the women they love.
This is Luke Harding’s story.
Six months in a desert hellhole taught Navy
SEAL Luke Harding things he never wanted to learn about life and death. Only
tender memories of the beautiful brunette he met a few weeks before his
deployment helped get him through the torturous days and nights. Back in the
States after a perilous rescue, physically and emotionally damaged, Luke’s
about to plunge into a new kind of war. In a seemingly bucolic Idaho town,
Sally Duncan faces real—and unpredictable—danger.
All Sally ever wanted was a safe place to
raise her nine-year-old daughter. Her identity hidden behind a façade of
secrets and lies, can she trust Luke—a man she barely knows—with the truth?
Even as they give in to long-denied passion, a killer with a personal vendetta
is setting an ambush that will leave them praying for a miracle and fighting
for the future they may not live to see.
Read an Excerpt:
Luke stepped from the shower and
made quick work of drying off before wrapping the towel around his waist.
Sandy-colored clumps of wet hair stuck out every which way as his image stared
back at him from the mirror. He raked his fingers through the strands, in
serious need of a haircut, and called it good. Grabbing the shaving cream from
his kit, he applied it evenly to his whiskered face and dragged the razor down
his rough skin, systematically shaving from right to left. He paused for a
heartbeat when he heard a knock.
“Be right out.” Luke turned the
water on as hot as he could get it and let it run. Jen probably had to use the
bathroom. He’d throw on some clothes and finish up in here later. A smile
formed beneath what was left of the shaving cream. There wasn’t much he
wouldn’t do for that little girl.
An instant later the door opened
behind him, and the razor went still in his hand.
He stared at Sally’s reflection in
the steamed-over mirror. Her in that damn shirt of his, leaning against the
bathroom door, both hands behind her back. A good deal of shapely thigh led his
gaze to well-toned calves. He followed them down to pretty pink toenails on
bare feet. Did she know what coming in here like that would do to him? He took
the last two swipes of shaving cream off with the razor, rinsed his face in the
hot, running water and patted it dry. Barely able to swallow and momentarily
unable to form an articulate sentence, he turned slowly.
Her blue eyes went wide as her gaze
dropped below his waist, immediately answering his unspoken question.
Evidently, she could see the hard-on he sported beneath the form-fitting towel
that hugged his hips.
He took a step toward her. “Sally?”
That was all he managed to force from his mouth. It sounded more like a command
than the question with which he’d intended to rule out the possibility
something was wrong.
A secretive smile played on her lips
as she brought one hand up and raised it in front of her with a dismissive
shake of her head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. This can wait
till you’re finished.” Her gaze dipped once again to the towel draped around
his hips, and she swiveled with a hand on the doorknob.
Oh no. Hell no. He wasn’t letting
her escape that easily. He was damn sure she’d stepped out of her comfort zone
for a reason and her baby blues were daring him to find out why. He closed the
gap and caught the door as she opened it a sliver. Peering through the opening,
he saw Jen, still intent on her game. A glance toward the motel room door
confirmed that the dead bolt was thrown and locked. They could have a few
minutes of privacy.
About the Author:
Dixie Lee Brown lives and writes in Central
Oregon, inspired by gorgeous scenery and at least three hundred sunny days a
year. Having moved from South Dakota as a child to Washington, Montana and then
to Oregon, she feels at home in the west. She resides with two dogs and a cat,
who are currently all the responsibility she can handle. Dixie works fulltime
as a bookkeeper. When she's not writing or working, she loves to read, enjoys
movies, and if it were possible, she’d spend all of her time at the beach. She
is also the author of the Trust No One romantic suspense series, published by
Avon Impulse.
Please visit her website: http://www.dixiebrown.com
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Hi Rachel. Thanks so much for letting me crash your blog today! I really appreciate the exposure for my new release.
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