BLURB
A Navy SEAL puts his training to the test to rescue a
sexy news reporter from a hostage situation
Home on emergency
leave, Navy SEAL Dustin "Dustman" Ford didn't expect to run into his high school sweetheart, local
news reporter Jenna Turner, figuring she'd have shaken off the dust of their
hometown a long time ago. A woman as addicted to action and adventure as he
was, he thought she'd have moved on. But she was still there, and every bit as
distracting as she'd been when they were teens.
Jenna Turner never
got over Dustin, but moved on with her life, establishing herself as a news
reporter for the local station. In an effort to take on more than reporting social
events and weddings, with the help of a cousin and an inside connection on the
police force, she chases the hotter news items, determined to make her break
into the national news scene.
Now that his father
is on the mend, Dustin tests the heat with his old flame and finds it's sizzling.
When Jenna is taken hostage in a religious compound, Dustin and his brothers
stage a rescue operation to bring her and others out alive.
EXCERPT
Jenna stepped out of her SUV, climbed the steps to her
apartment and let herself in, not really looking forward to a lonely night
eating leftover pizza. She remembered the eggplants in her purse and snorted.
She didn’t have ingredients to make stuffed eggplant. Tomorrow, she’d invite
Toby over and cook for him. The two of them ate entirely too many meals from
fast-food restaurants on the run between news events.
Setting her purse on the counter in the kitchen, Jenna
cocked her head at the sound of running water. She turned toward the wall
connecting her apartment to the next. But no, the water sound was coming from
the other side of her bedroom door, which was closed.
The only time she closed her bedroom door was when her
mother dropped by unexpectedly and she hadn’t made her bed.
Her pulse quickened, and she edged toward her bedroom. Her
first thought was that an intruder had entered her home. She quickly nixed that
conclusion. What intruder would take the time to shower?
The next thought sent butterflies fluttering through her
belly. Had one of the Ford men taken her up on her offer to stay the night? If
so, which one?
Please let it be Dustin.
Her heart lodged firmly in her throat, Jenna twisted the
doorknob and entered the darkened bedroom. A light shined beneath the door of
the bathroom. The water shut off.
Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, Jenna closed the
distance between her and the bathroom door, raising her hand to knock. She
hesitated. What if it wasn’t Dustin? What if Adam or Houston had accepted her
offer? They were equally handsome men, but neither of the two were the one
Jenna hadn’t forgotten over the past ten years.
With her hand poised to knock, she froze. Maybe she
shouldn’t appear too eager. Men didn’t like to be chased. They liked to do the
chasing. Before she could turn and run back into the living room, the door
opened and Dustin’s broad shoulders filled the gap.
The air seized in Jenna’s lungs, and she stood with her hand
still raised, her fist clenched to rap on the door.
Dustin’s lips quirked upward on the corners. “I hope you
don’t mind. I waited for an hour, but couldn’t stand it any longer. I hadn’t
had a shower since I left Virginia and, since there wasn’t soap or shampoo in
the guest shower, I used yours.”
Her gaze drifted downward over his bare chest and lower
still to the towel he had loosely wrapped, riding low on his hips. One yank and
it would fall, exposing him.
Jenna clenched her fingers tightly to keep from reaching
out. Hell, she wasn’t a girl playing silly games with a boy. She was a grown
woman with raging physical needs, and Dustin was just the man to satisfy her
every desire.
He’d been pretty amazing as a teen, making love to her as
though he worshiped her. Everywhere he’d touched her with his fingers or lips
had sizzled. Her memories were so clear, she could almost feel the warmth of
his hand sliding down her back, cupping her naked ass and lifting her onto the
tailgate of his pickup as he stepped between her legs and made sweet love to
her.
Focus, Turner, she reminded herself.
Just because Dustin wore only a towel around his waist, didn’t mean he was
coming on to her. He’d taken a shower because he wanted to feel clean after
traveling halfway around the world.
As her gaze rested on the towel around his waist, it tented.
Holy hell, he wasn’t immune to her after all.
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