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Title:
SEAL For Her Protection
Series:
SEALS of Coronado #1
Author:
Paige Tyler
Genre:
Military/Contemporary Romance
Release
Date: April 12, 2016
BLURB
He
saved her from the danger once before. Can he save her again, this
time from danger he
doesn't
even see coming?
When
investigative journalist Hayley Garner is kidnapped by terrorists,
she's sure they're going to
kill
her. But in sweeps handsome Navy SEAL Chasen Ward to rescue her.
After getting her to
safety,
he disappears into the night before she can even thank him.
Weeks
later, while covering a story on the local navy base, Hayley runs
into Chasen again. Even
though
she didn't see his face that night he rescued her, she can't forget
his beautiful blue eyes.
The
attraction is immediate and intense, and Hayley finds herself falling
into a fiery romance with
the
hunky hero out of her dreams. Guys like this aren’t supposed to
really exist, but Chasen does,
and
damn is he hot.
But
ever since she got back home, Hayley has had the feeling someone's
been watching her. Is it
post-traumatic
stress or does she have a reason to be afraid? Good thing she has a
Navy SEAL to
protect
her.
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EXCERPT
She’d
thought he’d be easy to find, but the place was SEAL hunk central,
with an awful lot of the fit, attractive guys in attendance. While
quite a few of them flashed charming grins in her direction, none of
them had those unforgettable blue eyes she’d spent the past four
weeks seeing in her dreams.
Her
earlier assessment had been right. This was hopeless.
Sighing,
Hayley turned to go in search of Brad instead and almost smacked
right into the broad, muscular chest of a guy in blue camo. She
stared at his uniform up close, absently wondering why the Navy wore
blue camouflage. It wasn’t like they were ever going to be in a
blue jungle. She glanced at the rank on his collar—noting the three
chevrons of a petty officer first class—then the nametag sewn on
the right hand side of his chest, noting his name—it said
WARD—before lifting her head to apologize for practically mowing
him down. But when her gaze met his, all she could do was stare.
There couldn’t be two men on the planet with eyes that blue. She’d
found the SEAL who’d saved her life.
“It’s
you,” she breathed.
Okay,
that definitely wasn’t the most intelligent thing she’d ever said
out loud. But the SEAL smiled anyway, flashing the cutest pair of
dimples her way.
Hayley’s
breath hitched. She’d tried to picture what he looked like ever
since that night, alternating between Chris Hemsworth and Henry
Cavill and finally settling on a combination of the two. She hadn’t
even been close. Petty Officer Ward was even more gorgeous than she
imagined. Taller than she was by nearly a foot, he had broad
shoulders, dark hair, and a square jaw to go along with those
mesmerizing eyes. Now, this was what a superhero should look like.
“It
is,” he said. “I’m glad to see you’re doing well, Ms.
Garner.”
She’d
been so caught up in the memory of the captivating blue of his eyes
she’d completely forgotten how sexy his voice was. The deep, rich
tones caressed her, making her feel warm all over. Just like they had
that night in Africa. Wow, this guy was pure sexy, wrapped in blue
camo. She had a crazy urge to ask him to say something else—anything
else—so she could hear that voice again.
“Call
me Hayley, please,” she finally managed.
She
offered him her hand, pulse skipping when he took it. Wow, he had
really big hands. A little part of her mind whispered something about
the significance of that, but she ignored it. Instead, she focused on
the overall sense of strength seeming to pour off him in waves. Being
this close to him and getting a chance to take in how tall and
muscular he was reminded her of the way he’d picked her up and
carried her so effortlessly that night—all while using a weapon.
Hayley
had never thought of herself as the kind of woman who wanted to be
swept off her feet by a guy, but right now she was thinking this man
could carry her anywhere he wanted to.
Damn,
this guy was seriously messing with her calm, cool journalist
exterior.
“Chasen
Ward,” he said.
Chasen.
Unusual, but it fit him. Gorgeous name for a gorgeous guy. She
wondered if the guy realized the kind of effect he likely had on
every woman on the planet, especially the one standing right in front
of him. Probably not, she guessed. Guys were usually clueless about
that kind of stuff.
“How
did things go over there?” she asked. “After you got me out, I
mean.”
She
cringed as soon as the words were out. Guess he hadn’t messed with
her journalist mojo as much as she’d thought. Crap, now he’d
think she was looking for a scoop. Nothing turned people off more
than a nosy reporter.
But
he merely nodded. The shade from the brim on his hat accentuated his
chiseled features as he moved, making them seem even more angular.
“They
went well,” he said. “My Team and I got back a few days ago as a
matter of fact.”
Her
inner Barbara Walters wanted to ask what else they’d done over
there, but before she could decide if that was a good idea or not,
two other Navy guys in blue camouflage sauntered over. Both petty
officers second class, they were tall, well-built, and good looking.
“Hey,
I know you,” the younger of the two men said with a trace of a
Southern accent. Blond with brown eyes, he had that casual Channing
Tatum-thing going on. “Though I hope you don’t mind me saying,
you look a lot better now than you did the last time we saw you.”
Hayley
frowned in confusion at the two men, sure she would have remembered
if she’d met them before.
Chasen
chuckled. “This is Dalton Jennings and Nash Cantrell. They were
with me when we rescued you that night. You’ll have to forgive
Dalton for being clueless. He’s taken several classes on how to be
charming, but unfortunately, he keeps failing them.”
She
laughed and shook hands with both men. Dalton looked so chagrined,
she couldn’t help but take pity on him. “Don’t worry about it,
Dalton. I’m well aware of how much of a mess I looked that night.
Thanks for being there with Chasen and the rest of your Team.”
The
SEAL visibly relaxed, giving her another grin. “No problem. Just
doing our job, ma’am.”
Dalton
might have failed out of charm school—according to Chasen at
least—but there wasn’t a woman alive who wouldn’t swoon over
that Southern drawl.
“I
know it was hard to tell with all the gear we had on,” Dalton
continued. “But I was the one doing this.”
Dark
eyes suddenly intense, he struck an action hero pose, arms lifted as
if he were holding an imaginary machine gun. On either side of him,
Chasen and Nash snorted in unison.
“You
mean you were the one nearly running into every wall around you
because the batteries in your NVGs were dying.” Nash pointed out
drily, his dark eyes filled with amusement.
Dalton
considered that a moment, then dropped the pose and shrugged. “That
might have been me.”
Hayley
laughed, unable to help herself. They were both funny—and seriously
cute—but she had to admit she was glad when they took off a little
while later, leaving her alone with Chasen.
“How
is your ankle feeling?” he asked as his buddies walked off toward
the pavilion.
“Much
better, thanks,” she said.
He
looked down pointedly at her foot where it peeked out from under her
long skirt. She’d tried not to make it obvious, but she’d been
standing with all her weight on her good foot so she could give the
injured one a rest. Chasen lifted a brow as if he saw through the
little white lie.
Hayley
gave him a sheepish look. “Okay, you caught me. It still hurts a
little. But it really is much better. Thanks to you.”
“How’s
that?”
“If
you hadn’t gotten there in time, a messed-up ankle would have been
the least of my worries. I don’t know how I can ever repay you for
saving my life.”
That
playful grin returned. “I’m more than ready to call it even if
you consider going out to dinner with me.”
If
Chasen were any other guy, Hayley might consider making him work a
little harder for a date. But she’d been more than ready to go out
with him since he’d loaded her on that helicopter over in Africa.
Heck, there’d been a time or two when she’d woken up from an
especially nice dream involving the Navy SEAL when she was ready to
do a lot more than date the guy. Rip off his uniform and roll around
on the floor with him being one thing that came to mind.
“Dinner
sounds great,” she said, quite proud of her ability to maintain her
composure.
“Friday
night work for you?”
“Perfect.”
Hayley
entered her number in his phone while he did the same with hers, then
she gave him her address.
“I’ll
see you at 1830 hours,” he said, then chuckled. “I mean,
six-thirty.”
“I
can’t wait,” she said, and meant it.
Touching
his fingers to the brim of his hat in a causal salute, Chasen gave
her another smile then strode off. Hayley let out a sigh as she
watched him go.
Damn,
he made that blue camouflage uniform look good.
AUTHOR
BIO
Paige
Tyler is a New
York Times
and USA
Today Bestselling
Author of sexy, romantic suspense and paranormal romance. She and her
very own military hero (also known as her husband) live on the
beautiful Florida coast with their adorable fur baby (also known as
their dog). Paige graduated with a degree in education, but decided
to pursue her passion and write books about hunky alpha males and the
kick-butt heroines who fall in love with them.
She is represented by Bob Mecoy.
She is represented by Bob Mecoy.
AUTHOR
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