MONTANA SEAL
A Brotherhood
Protector Novel
Elle James
Tidbit: Did you know my mother and grandmother were born in Montana? I have
family members who still live in that beautiful state, and I love to visit. I spent the first five years of my life on
the plains of eastern Montana while my father was in the US Air Force.
Blurb:
Former SEAL and
shining Hollywood starlet struggle against their burgeoning desire while trying
to stay alive in the crosshairs of a murderous stalker.
Hank “Montana” Patterson never thought his call to duty
would force him to leave his band of brothers in the Navy SEALs to return to
the family ranch in the foothills of Montana’s Crazy Mountains. News that his
father was shot, sends him rushing home to take over the reins of the Bear
Creek Ranch. His forever belligerent father refuses his help, insisting Hank
find the person who shot him. What Hank learns is the bullet was meant for the
neighboring ranch owner, a Hollywood celebrity, a beautiful actress who once
stole Hank’s heart.
Hometown girl, now a Hollywood temptress, Sadie McClain shot to fame and fortune on the big screen, earning her star on the walk of fame and a stalker who won’t back off. Escaping to her ranch in Montana, Sadie hopes to avoid her stalker, only to be hunted there as well. In need of a bodyguard with combat skills, Sadie hires her old flame, Hank to do the job.
Hometown girl, now a Hollywood temptress, Sadie McClain shot to fame and fortune on the big screen, earning her star on the walk of fame and a stalker who won’t back off. Escaping to her ranch in Montana, Sadie hopes to avoid her stalker, only to be hunted there as well. In need of a bodyguard with combat skills, Sadie hires her old flame, Hank to do the job.
Together they struggle to overcome their rekindled desire
while fighting to stay alive in the crosshairs of a madman.
Excerpt:
His gut twisting, his nerves
stretched, Montana clenched his weapon, holding it at the ready as he continued
forward. If they had any chance of rescuing the aid worker, it had to be soon.
ISIS rebels had a habit of torturing and killing anyone they could use as an
example, rather than hanging on to them. Prisoners only slowed the attack and
hampered their determination to take everything in their paths.
The tunnel opened into the bowels
of what appeared to be a warehouse.
“I feel like we’re on a wild goose
chase,” Swede muttered.
“And the goose is leading us to the
slaughter. Not the other way around,” Irish concurred.
They climbed a set of stairs to a
huge, empty room.
“Damn,” Swede said and bent to a
dark lump on the ground.
Nacho released a string of
profanity in Spanish.
“We’ve found the aid worker.”
What Montana had assumed was a pile
of rags, was in fact a woman, her clothes torn, her body ravaged, her face
battered. Her eyes were wide open, staring up at the ceiling.
Swede knelt beside her and touched
his fingers to the base of her throat.
Montana’s stomach roiled at the
sight of the woman’s damaged body. He could have told Swede she was already
dead. What a waste of life. And for what? “We need to get out of here.”
The sound of footsteps made Montana
glance up. A man stood on a catwalk twenty feet above them. He shouted
something in Pashtu, ending in Allah, pulled the pin on a grenade and
tossed it into the middle of the team.
“Fuck!” Montana yanked his weapon
around and shot the man. He fell to the ground, but killing him was a little
too late.
The grenade rolled toward Swede,
still crouched beside the woman’s body.
“Get down!” Lt. Mike shouted, and
then threw himself over the grenade.
Montana shouted, “No!” as the
grenade exploded beneath their leader.
The force of the concussion
reverberated throughout the room, knocking Montana to the ground. His last
thoughts were of the home and the girl he’d once loved.
