Category: Action/Thriller Publisher: Teresa J. Reasor
ISBN-10: 0985006935
Type: Fiction
Pages: 430
Copyright: September 2012
ISBN-13: 9780985006938
Ensign Brett Weaver wakes from a month-long coma to discover he is being investigated for murder. When Brett offers Tess Kelly information about SEAL training in exchange for an introduction to her father, she jumps at the chance. But the secret she discovers about Brett is just as newsworthy. Will her feelings for him prevent her from releasing a story that could destroy his SEAL career?
What happens when a Navy SEAL wakes from a month-long coma to discover he’s being investigated for murder?
When Ensign Brett Weaver is accused of murder, he knows he’s innocent, but how can he prove it with Naval Investigators breathing down his neck? A chance meeting with reporter Tess Kelly offers him an opportunity to get the press on his side. But can he trust her to keep his other secrets off the record?
Tess works hard to live up to her father's expectations. When Brett offers her information about SEAL training in exchange for an introduction to her award-winning journalist father, she jumps at the chance. The situation Brett lobs into her father's lap is a major scoop. But the secret she discovers about Brett is just as newsworthy. Will her feelings for this wounded warrior win out, or will she release a story guaranteed to destroy Brett’s SEAL career?
When Tess’s father is kidnapped, Brett’s team is deployed to find him. At the same time, a leak in the investigation puts Tess and Brett’s lives in danger. Will Brett be able to break through the lasting effects of his injuries and prove he’s once again a battle-ready SEAL? Or will he and Tess lose everything at the whim of a vengeful killer?
Excerpt
Amid eager applause, Brett settled back at the table and felt a hand touch his sleeve. He turned his attention to the woman beside him. In her late twenties, her skin was smooth, her lips lush, and her pale blue eyes more than a little avid as they settled on his face. But the ring on her finger screamed married, even if her attitude didn’t. And he definitely wasn’t interested in getting mixed up with a married woman.
“Thank you so much, Ensign Weaver,” said Barbara Hanover, the President of the San Diego Women’s Political League. The smile she offered him held a hint of flirtation and her voice sounded just breathy enough to suggest more. “You were everything the ladies expected a SEAL to be, and more.”
A wry smile twisted Brett’s lips. “I’m glad I haven’t disappointed any of them.”
“I know this isn’t your normal job. Captain Jackson said Master Chief O’Connor has been hospitalized and you stepped in at the last minute.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“God, please don’t call me that. It makes me sound so old. I can’t be more than three or four years older than you.”
“It has nothing to do with age, ma’am. My mother believes in old school manners, and she’d skin me for addressing you, or any other married female, with less than complete respect.”
“How quaint,” Barbara’s tone remained sweet, but held a brittle undercurrent. “Please excuse me, I have to go and make my concluding remarks.” She ran a smoothing hand over her perfectly coifed honey-colored hair.
He rose in a polite gesture, and rested a hand on the top of her chair when she shoved it back.
She shot him a wry smile over her shoulder and paused to lay a hand on his arm as she brushed by him. “What would you be calling me if I weren’t married, Ensign?”
He studied her expression, trying to judge her mood. When her gaze remained fixed on his, he grinned. “Honey, babe, darlin’, or any combination thereof. Ma’am.”
Though regret flickered across her features, she laughed. She took her place behind the podium and flashed him another smile.
He nearly sighed aloud with relief as he regained his seat. This public information gig was like a thirty-yard run through mortar fire. God, he felt as though he’d just run the O course. The next time he saw Master Chief O’Hara, he was going to slap his back and offer to buy him a beer. He caught Jackson’s attention resting on him and frowned.
The Captain leaned across the space between them to speak for his ears only. “You’ve done such a fine job today, Weaver, I may file orders for you to take O’Connor’s place until he can return to duty.”
Fuck! Brett barely bit back the exclamation. “I think that would be a waste of training time, sir.”
One dark brow rose. Jackson eyed him with a flat assessing look. “You just told these ladies there’s more to being a SEAL than war games. Just think of it as a different type of training.”
Brett drew a deep breath. Had he just been ambushed? “Public relations isn’t my thing, sir.”
Jackson nodded toward the podium. “Could have fooled me.”
Brett clenched his teeth against the urge to argue. For a moment he thought his head might explode from the rush of angry heat.
Were they trying to give him shit details to get him to resign? Was something else going on? Something he wasn’t aware of.
He probed Jackson’s expression through narrowed eyes, but the man had already returned his attention to Barbara Hanover’s closing remarks.
This wasn’t the place or time to ask, but goddamn it, he was going to as soon as they returned to base.
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