The SOS Agency grants one Navy SEAL his most personal mission yet.
The SOS
Agency grants one Navy SEAL his most personal mission yet.
Home on
leave at his family farm, Navy SEAL Cooper Johnson receives an unexpected
assignment: to protect a beautiful socialite on the run from her abusive ex.
Grieving his kid sister, a brave cop killed in the line of duty due to a faulty
bulletproof vest, Coop is in no mood for work until he meets Meg Taylor. Soon,
he finds that riding the land, lovely Meg safe beside him, is a surprising
comfort to his heart. But when he discovers Meg's dark past and the evidence
she possesses that her ex would kill to keep buried it will take both the
cowboy and SEAL within him to get the ultimate justice.
Meg Taylor is on the run from her abusive ex husband, and is as of now under the care of Navy SEAL Cooper Johnson. Cooper is on a mission to find the people responsible for the faulty vest that cost the life of his sister, meanwhile Meg has a secret that could ruin her life because shes responsible for the death of someone. Both will do what they can with their side problem but the one ever present problem is Megs ex stalking them.
I loved the suspense of this book. It was complex and at times predictable but I loved it. I loved that there was plenty of twists and turns to keep the readers wanting more. I also loved the connection between the main characters and there was a few times steamy moments between the two. Just wanted to put the head up on you readers who like a clean book. Overall this book was pretty great, fast paced, plenty going on to keep the headers hooked.
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Such
delicious warmth.
Meg
slowly opened her eyes. She’d been back at the car, Sophie curled
beside her, wondering how they would survive the storm and not freeze
to death. The cold had pierced her bones like icy knives.
And
then she’d closed her eyes, trying to keep her dog warm by holding
Sophie tight. The nightmare had been too real. Sophie, kicked out of
the house by her husband, wandering the streets during a south
Florida cold snap. Curling up in a doorway to stay warm, whimpering
and afraid, confused as to why her owners had abandoned her…
She
drove, as she had in the past when it really happened, searching the
streets for her beloved dog. But this time during the nightmare, a
handsome stranger picked Sophie into his arms and scowled at Meg, as
if blaming her for Sophie’s condition.
Now
as she stirred, she became aware of lying in a warm bed, blankets
piled atop her. A lamp glowed softly on a nightstand.
Meg
realized she wore only panties and a bra.
And
in addition to being half-naked, there was a hard male body next to
her, also half-naked. Panic swept through her. She startled and moved
away, but a strong, muscled arm hooked around her waist.
“Relax,”
a deep male voice said. “You’re not going anywhere.”
The
voice was strange, tinged with amusement and a New England accent.
The body belonging to that accent was hardened with thick muscle, not
soft with fat like Prescott’s. She became aware of the scent of
him, all cedar and spicy aftershave, a pleasing masculine smell, not
the fancy and expensive cologne disguising the vodka Prescott had
consumed far too much lately.
“Get
away from me,” she mumbled. “Why are you doing this?
“No
one dies on my watch, Princess, and you were entering hypothermia.
Body heat is the best way of keeping warm. I daresay your little dog
knows this, otherwise she’d be nipping at my toes instead of
snuggled beneath them.”
He
added, with a wry sound, “And if you got frostbite, the local doc
would have to amputate those pretty pink toes of yours.”
She
had to get out of here, but oh, the warmth beneath the blankets and
the firm, muscled body beside her gave off heat like a blast furnace.
Meg
blinked hard, trying to summon precious energy. “Her name is
Sophie.”
“Should
have called her Ouchie.”
Meg’s
mushy brain couldn’t register the joke, until she lifted her head
and saw her rescuer hold up his hand where a half moon marked the
skin. “Bit clean through my glove.”
“Oh
no! I’m so sorry.” Mortified, she struggled to sit up, more
concerned about her dog biting a total stranger who had saved them
from death than her lack of clothing.
He
pushed her down. “Easy now. You need to stay under these covers a
while longer.”
“My
dog…”
“No
worries,” he said easily. “I trust she’s had her shots, and
I’ve had mine, so you needn’t worry about your furball getting a
disease.”
Meg
realized he was joking. The tension gripping her sore, tight muscles
eased a little. She peered upward to get a closer look at him. A
thick shock of wavy dark brown hair was cropped short. He had an
intense gaze, thin cheekbones and a wide mouth. Handsome, with a hint
of Irish blood in those ice-blue eyes.
A
dusting of black hair covered his muscled chest. Washboard abs
rippled beneath smooth, tanned skin. He was mouthwatering, a prime
example of masculinity. Meg stared, still struggling with the
unreality that this man had rescued her from the cold and warmed her
with his body.
“You’re
Cooper Johnson?”
“The
one and only,” he drawled. “Your host over the next several
days.”
She
pulled the blankets up to cover her breasts, well aware her lacy red
bra provided thin covering in the chill, and her nipples had turned
rigid.
From
the cold. Not the pull of attraction toward this handsome stranger.
It didn’t matter if her libido sat up and started shimmying.
All
she had to do was think of what Prescott would do if he found her,
and her heated blood turned to ice.
“Where’s
Sophie?”
Cooper
lifted the bottom of the blankets. Snuggled at his feet, wedged
partly beneath the covers, her dog snoozed. Relief filled Meg. She
tossed back the covers, climbed down the length of the bed and
gathered her dog into her arms, checking her over anxiously.
“She
seems okay.” Meg drew in a deep breath as the awakening Sophie
licked her face.
Sheer
male interest flared on Cooper’s face. He rearranged the blankets
around his waist. Realizing he must have had a bull’s-eye glimpse
of her rear end, Meg flushed. She clutched the dog just a little too
tightly, and Sophie squirmed.
The
interest faded as his expression shuttered. He scratched the bristles
on his hard jaw. “You feeling okay now, Princess?”
At
her nod, he flung back the blankets, displaying a pair of long,
muscled legs. A dusting of hair didn’t hide a wicked-looking scar
on his left thigh. Her fascinated gaze traveled upward to the black
Jockeys he wore…
And
the very large bulge beneath them showing a blatant male reaction.
Seems
as if Cooper Johnson was equally attracted to her.
Not
that she’d do anything about it. Not in her lifetime.
His
mouth curved into a knowing smile as he reached down to the floor,
retrieved a pair of jeans. Cooper slid into them and stood, buckling
the belt.
“Had
to get you warm. Can’t help the consequences. I’m a guy, and
you’re a very attractive woman.”
He
shoved a hand through his thick hair and the move flexed the biceps
of his right arm. A tattoo of a snake writhed with the motion as
well. Sailors got inked, from what she knew. And he was a Navy SEAL.
Not
regular Army, like her brother had been.
SEALs
were tough, Lacey had told her, but their missions and lives were
shrouded in secrecy. She wondered what happened to him that he was
here now with her.
Bonnie
Vanak is a NY Times bestselling author.
After a career in journalism, she became a writer for an international charity,
traveling to poor countries like Haiti to write about issues affecting the
poor. When the strain of her job demanded a diversion, she turned to her
childhood dream of writing romance novels. Bonnie lives in Florida with her
husband and two rescue dogs. Visit her website at www.bonnievanak.com or email
her at bonnievanak@aol.com.
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