SEAL'S PROPOSAL
Take No Prisoners Book #5
Blurb:
Remy
LaDue, hot Navy SEAL with SEAL Team 10, is on a mission. He's planned a special
vacation to the Colorado Rockies with
the express purpose of proposing to the woman he loves on Christmas morning. He
knows it a long shot, with both their jobs keeping them away from each other
for months out of the year, but he wants her as his forever lover and will risk
everything to marry her.
Mitchell
Sanders is as dedicated to her work as an NCIS Agent as Remy is to his calling
as a Navy SEAL. Independent, driven and passionate about justice and protecting
innocents, she would no sooner give up her job as Remy.
When a
criminal she helped to capture and convict escapes on the eve of their
departure, Mitchell is torn between sticking around to recapture him and going
with Remy, opting to follow her desire this once. Plans change as the mountains
become a nightmare and they struggle to put an end to the threats that plague
their idyllic vacation and Remy's plans for his Christmas surprise.
Tidbit
I love the Colorado Rockies and would one day like to have a
cabin in the mountains. My husband and I didn't learn to snow ski until we were
in our 30's. Our instructor was in his 70's and still skiing. My husband, not
me, decided he wanted to be that man when he was in his 70's. We go skiing 2-3
times a year in his quest to keep skiing. Something about the sound of the skis
on the crusty snow and the fresh, crisp mountain air keeps bringing us back.
Excerp
"Hey, I just saw your fiancée on the news. Everything
all right?"
Remy's pulse leapt. "Don't know. I'll get back to
you." Dropping his phone on the couch, he dove for the television remote,
clicking it on, and setting it on the local news station.
Images of the courthouse appeared on the screen, with gunmen
and people scattering in all directions. In the background, he made out
Mitchell's SUV. The image switched to a reporter pressing a microphone into
Mitchell's face, asking her what had happened.
Mitchell's hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face
was grim. "No comment,” she said, and pushed past the reporter, her body
tense.
The news anchor droned on about Rocco Hatch's escape as Remy
absorbed what had just happened. He was reaching for his cell phone when the
scrape of a key in the lock caught his attention. Before the lock twisted, Remy
was there, yanking open the door.
Mitchell stood in the frame, her face tired, the knees of
her suit trousers ripped, and a smudge of dirt across her face. Her lips
lifted. "Hey."
"Oh, baby." He opened his arms and she fell into
them. He eased backward and closed the door behind her, gathering her against
his body.
"You're a sight for sore eyes," she said, her
words muffled against his naked chest.
Her breath was warm on his skin, stirring his blood.
"Yeah, and you're not so bad yourself."
She snorted and pulled back enough to give him a crooked
smile. "I had planned on being home hours ago, having a gourmet dinner
cooked, and lying naked on the couch for when you walked through that
door."
His cock twitched at the erotic image. "We can still do
all that." He waved toward the kitchen counter. "I have an Italian
gourmet dinner. Your favorite pizza pie with pepperoni, onion, and black
olives." As he spoke, he slid her jacket over her shoulders and let it
drop to the floor. Then he slipped the buckle of her shoulder holster loose,
and eased it too from her shoulders, draping it over the back of a chair.
"Now you're talking." Mitchell skimmed her hands
over his chest and around to his back, dropping low to capture his ass in her
palms, pressing him closer. "Miss me much?"
Already hard, his member nudged her belly, ready to skip
right to their reunion sex. With every ounce of control he could muster, he set
her away from him. "You should eat. I need my woman to have the energy to
last all night long. And tomorrow we're on our way to Colorado."
Her hands tightened on his buttocks and pulled him back
against her. "I don't want food. I want you." Flashing a sexy grin,
she leaned up on her toes and pressed her mouth against his.
His control unraveling, Remy's blood heated and he captured
her head in his hands, slipping the ponytail free. God, it felt good to run his
fingers through her hair, and to feel her body pressed against his.
The tight buds of her distended nipples scraped his chest
through her shirt and bra, and he couldn't wait to get her out of her clothes.
Sucking in a breath, Mitchell slipped her hands inside the
elastic of his shorts and gripped his naked butt. "Aren't we a bit
overdressed?"
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