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Romance
Publisher: Teresa J. Reasor
ISBN-10: 0985006943
Pages: 366
Copyright: October 2013
ISBN-13: 9780985006945
Price: $3.99 (eBook)
Navy SEAL Harold “Flash” Carney is neck deep in a double cross, cut off from his team, and on the run with only his training to keep him alive.
Samantha Cross is desperate to leave her past as a battered wife behind, but her ex husband has turned stalker and threatening to take her daughter.
Despite their mutual wariness, Samantha and Flash can’t fight their attraction to each other. Will troubled pasts destroy their love?
When lone wolf, Navy SEAL Harold “Flash” Carney agrees to act as an undercover operative for the FBI in an international smuggling sting, he revisits a past he hoped to leave behind forever. During the sting his handler is killed. Neck deep in a double cross and cut off from his team, Flash goes on the run with only his training to keep him alive.
Samantha Cross is desperate to leave her past as a battered wife behind, but her ex-husband is attempting to gain custody of their daughter, Joy, to keep them in his life. When her ex turns stalker, Sam is determined to do whatever it takes to protect her daughter and break his hold over them for good.
Despite their mutual wariness, Samantha and Flash are drawn to each other. But trust comes hard. When the walls both have erected start to crumble, trouble surfaces from all fronts, and Flash has no choice but to break away from the ingrained habits of a lifetime to save the one thing he’s always wanted and thought he’d never have—a family.
Excerpt
Flash swallowed against the breathless feeling of arousal that raced straight to his groin. Her gray-green eyes focused on his face and pulled him in. His attention dropped to her mouth. Would she taste like the home baked cookies he’d smelled when he knocked on her door?
He released her arm, and put his hand back on the steering wheel. He should have never touched her. But she just seemed so alone. A feeling he identified with more each day.
He had to stow that shit and move on. He couldn’t afford to get close to anyone. “Where to from here?” he managed, his Boston accent thick with reaction.
“Turn right, and go seven blocks.”
He turned the van. The shift of the components stored in basket shelves along each side of the vehicle hung loud in the silence between them.
How long since he’d gotten laid? He’d had a brief encounter with an ex-girlfriend after returning from Iraq. But after that, he’d been swallowed up with the FBI crap, and though Javier and Josh had tried to fix him up while he was in Baja, he’d avoided anything but casual meetings.
It had been almost eleven months since he’d been with a woman.
He was just horny.
Who’d have thought a woman who smelled like honeysuckle and crayons would set him off? He usually went for the free spirited kind who didn’t expect hearts and flowers. The kind just out to have a good time. Being a SEAL he had little time for anything more than temporary.
But the female sitting next to him wasn’t temporary. She had permanent, hearts and flowers, forever and ever written across her freckle-sprinkled nose in letters visible to him a mile away.
He’d done some research on Sam since their first meeting. And the story behind her divorce wasn’t pretty. Life, and her stalker ex-husband, seemed determined to knock her down. She just kept getting back up and moving forward.
But she was emotionally bruised. Her distrust was right there staring him in the face every time he spoke to her. Her SOB ex had done a number on her.
And she certainly didn’t need a Navy SEAL on the run from a crooked FBI guy to add to her worries. He had to remember that. If shit hit the fan, and he was arrested, he might put Sam and Joy in the crosshairs. Sam didn’t deserve that after everything else she’d already been through.
But he couldn’t walk away either. Not with her sneaky abusive ex making things as difficult for her as possible. And he was going to have to talk her into allowing him to put a security system in her house. He’d sleep better if she had one.
He’d sleep better if she were—in his bed.
Shit, he had to get his mind on something else. Because that wasn’t happening. No matter how hot she was.
He spotted the kids on a playground surrounded by a fence and pulled to a stop. Joy broke away from a cluster of kids, ran to the fence and waved to him. He smiled and waved back.
“I’ll only be a few minutes,” Sam said, opening the door.
Sam was a mom, for God’s sake. He didn’t sleep with moms.
“Take your time.” Please. So maybe he’d have his head on straight by the time she came back.
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