***11 BRAND-NEW NAVY SEAL
ROMANCES***
FALL DARK
Zoe York
HOT SEAL
Lynne Raye Harris
SEAL'S HERITAGE
Sharon Hamilton
THE GUARDIAN
Kimberely Troutte
ONCE UPON A BODYGUARD
SM Butler
THE STRONG SILENT TYPE
Elle Kennedy
HER NEXT BREATH
Delilah Devlin
SEAL'S DEFIANCE
Elle James
A SEAL'S CHANCE
Cora Seton
ONE HOT SEAL
Anne Marsh
A SEAL'S DUTY
Jennifer Lowery
Zoe York
HOT SEAL
Lynne Raye Harris
SEAL'S HERITAGE
Sharon Hamilton
THE GUARDIAN
Kimberely Troutte
ONCE UPON A BODYGUARD
SM Butler
THE STRONG SILENT TYPE
Elle Kennedy
HER NEXT BREATH
Delilah Devlin
SEAL'S DEFIANCE
Elle James
A SEAL'S CHANCE
Cora Seton
ONE HOT SEAL
Anne Marsh
A SEAL'S DUTY
Jennifer Lowery
SEAL'S DEFIANCE by Elle James
Blurb
A Navy SEAL and a
beautiful aide doctor navigate hostile territory in their attempt to rescue a
kidnapped doctor and discover what is killing entire villages in the Horn of
Africa.
When his SEAL team's mission fails in the Horn of Africa, Declan
O'Shea is separated from his team. Rescued by a group of women and hidden until
he recuperates, Irish's main goal is to make it back alive to his team.
As a doctor with Doctors without Borders, Claire Boyette
puts her life at risk rescuing the American SEAL. When her partner is kidnapped
and the village they're hiding in is ransacked, she's forced to go on the run,
relying on the sexy SEAL to keep her alive.
Navigating through hostile territory, Irish and Claire, seek
to reunite with Irish's SEAL team, search for the kidnapped doctor and discover
the source of what's killing the entire population of villages in the Horn of
Africa.
Excerpt
Hunkering low to
the ground, Irish ran, doing his best to hug the shadows of trees and bushes.
With the moon shining brightly, the SEALs could see the enemy, but the enemy
could see the SEALs as well, especially when they were on the move.
Less than a mile
away, the thumping sound of rotors whipping the air gave Irish incentive to
pick up the pace. His teammates sounded off as they boarded the helicopters.
After one chopper
filled, it left the ground and headed north toward Djibouti.
Irish could see
the outline of the other chopper, the blades stirring dust in the air, whipping
leaves and grass like an impatient child ready to leave.
"Come on,
Irish," Tuck urged.
The words, barely
audible over the pounding of his pulse against his eardrums, gave Irish
incentive to pick up the pace. Rifle fire erupted behind him, the thunk of
bullets hitting the dirt around him was even more compelling. He gave up
zigzagging to avoid catching a bullet and ran full out, leaping aboard the
helicopter.
He hadn't even
gotten in when the aircraft left the ground, rising up into the air. Tuck
grabbed him by his gear and dragged him all the way in the fuselage. Irish sat
up and turned toward the open door. Even though he was inside, he wasn't safe
yet. The door gunners on both sides fired onto the rebels below.
When the chopper was
only fifty feet off the ground, a flash of light below made Irish's blood run
cold.
The door gunner
barely had time to yell, "Incoming!" when the helicopter gave a
violent lurch and spun to the left, tilting precariously, losing altitude at an
alarming pace. The pilot attempted to compensate and the craft lurched to the
right before it hit the ground.
Irish slid across
the floor, scrambling for purchase, his hands finding none. He tumbled out the
open door, bounced off the skid and fell twenty feet, landing on his back in a
pile of rubble of what had once been a hut. Stunned, with the breath knocked
out of his lungs and his vision blurring, Irish watched as the helicopter
pitched back to the left, flew another half mile, shuddered and crashed to the
ground.
His heart banging
against his ribs, Irish tried to rise. Pain shot through the back of his head,
and he collapsed. Like a candle's flame in the wind, the moonlight snuffed out.
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