Hi Paige and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Undercover SEAL (SEALs of Coronado)!
Please summarize the book a la Twitter style for the readers here:
He’s everything she should fear…But all she really wants. Undercover SEAL .
Please share the opening lines of this book:
This is from the prologue of the book. It takes place in a special operations cargo plane flying high above the Pacific Ocean as Navy SEAL Nash Cantrell is getting ready to make a high altitude jump onto the deck of a moving ship at night. The guys are talking about women because…well…they’re guys!
“How’d your date go with that girl I set you up with?”
Petty Officer Nash Cantrell opened his eyes to find his fellow SEAL—and resident ladies man—Dalton Jennings, expectantly watching their teammate, dark-haired Wes Marshall, as they sat in the cargo section of the Air Force MC-130H Combat Talon II aircraft. Four years younger than Nash, Wes had been on the Team since the middle of last year, but as far as everyone was concerned, he was still the effing new guy—at least until someone newer showed up.
In the seat beside Nash, Wes shrugged. “Okay, I guess. Until it got weird.”
“Define weird,” Dalton said in his Southern drawl.
Please share a few Fun facts about this book…
- This series…The SEALs of Coronado…revolves around SEAL Team 5 based out of San Diego. Here’s an interesting SEAL factoid. even numbered SEAL Teams are assigned to the east coast while odd numbered teams are on the west coast.
- The majority of this story takes place in Manzanillo, a resort and tourist town on Mexico’s west coast. It’s well known as a fishing Mecca, as well as being a go-to location for people interested in outdoor activities.
- The Amador Cartel…the drug cartel described in the story…is completely made up. No way in heck am I going to bad-mouth a real drug cartel in one of my books. I’m not crazy!
- This might be shocking to hear, but I’m not, nor have I ever been, a Navy SEAL. Never even met a SEAL. I did see one a few times. Therefore, all of the technical details in the books are a product of Google. If there are in any way incorrect, blame the internet.
- The hero in Undercover SEAL is Nash Cantrell. The name of the arms dealer he takes the place of is Nick Campbell. Both first names start with “N” and both surnames start with “C”. Seems clever, right. Turns out I didn’t even realize it when I came up with the names!
What first attracts your Hero to the Heroine and vice versa?
Truthfully, Bristol doesn’t think much of Nash…or Nick as she knows him, the man he’s impersonating…at first sight. As far as she knows, he’s a slimy arms dealer in her home to sell weapons to her equally slimy father. She’s seriously prepared to hate him, especially when her father starts using her as a bargaining chip in his desire to hire Nash as his right-hand man. But then Nash doesn’t act like the total ass she expects him to me. In fact, she starts to wonder if she might be safer with him than she is with her father. Though she’s not sure how that could be since both men are criminals.
Nash has no experience working undercover. He’s a Navy SEAL, not a CIA agent. Yet here he is playing a part he has no chance of getting right. But he has a job to do and he’s going to do it. Then he sees Bristol Munoz and realizes how badly she’s being treated in her own home by her father and his goons. Nash has been in enough crappy parts of the world to recognize someone living in terror, and that’s exactly what’s going on with this beautiful woman. That’s when he accepts that this job is going to be even harder than he’d thought. Not only does he have to get the bad guys, but he needs to save the woman he’s falling in love with, too.
Using just 5 words, how would you describe Hero and Heroine’s love affair?
In chronological order from their first meeting: deceptive, hesitant, confusing, dangerous, consuming.
The First Kiss…
Nash (playing the part of Nick at this point) is alone with Bristol and has just learned she’s a prisoner in her home and that her father murdered her mother to keep it that way. She doesn’t expect the response she gets from Nash…
“What if I said I could help you?” Nick asked suddenly.
Her breath caught, but she refused to let herself hope. “What do you mean?”
Nick glanced out at the yacht anchored off the beach before turning back to her, his dark eyes searching hers, mesmerizing and calculating at the same time. “I can’t go into details, but I promise I’m going to make sure your father pays for what he did to your mother. Then I’m going to kick Leon’s ass for what he did to you.” He brushed her windswept hair back from her face.
“You’re never going to be anyone’s prisoner ever again, you have my word on that.”
Bristol’s heart beat a little faster. Against all expectations, she found herself believing for the first time in a year that there might truly be a way out of this nightmare. But then a little voice of doubt began murmuring in the back of her mind, telling her this was too good to be true.
“Why would you go against a man like my father and risk everything for a woman you met two days ago?”
He cupped her face gently in his hand. “Because something tells me you’re worth the risk. Even if that means going up against a man like your father.”
The words were plain and straightforward, but she was starting to get the feeling that plain and straightforward pretty much described Nick Chapman. And she believed every word he said.
She abruptly remembered her tote beside them. When she’d left the villa a few hours ago she’d been ready to do whatever it took to be free of her father, including swimming all the way to the United States if she had to. But Nick had given her another option.
She opened her mouth the thank him, but then decided to show him how grateful she was instead.
When their lips came together, she felt a little tingle zip through her unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Then Nick buried his fingers in her hair and tugged her close, making several other parts of her body hum. His tongue teased its way into her mouth and she let out a little sound of pleasure at how good he tasted. Or maybe he was the one who moaned. She wasn’t quite sure.
Bristol had kissed guys in high school and college. She’d even had a steady boyfriend her junior year up in Connecticut. But as she plunged her tongue deeper into Nick’s mouth, tangling, teasing, and tasting, she realized she hadn’t ever been kissed like this.
Without revealing too much, what is your favorite scene in the book?
This is the scene where Bristol gets to see what kind of man Nash really is, and he starts to realize this mission has just gotten a lot more complicated…
Once outside the dining room, Nash saw Leon disappear around the corner at the end of the hallway. Nash jogged after him even as a part of his head wanted to know what the hell he was doing. He was supposed to be here playing the part of a criminal and getting information about Russian arms dealers out of Luis Munoz. He wasn’t here to play the hero and rescue the damsel in distress. Especially when that damsel in distress happened to be the daughter of the man they were trying to put in prison.
That didn’t keep him from going after Bristol anyway.
The hallway led to a state-of-the-art kitchen big enough to park a few cars in. Bristol was on the far side of the room near a huge stainless-steel refrigerator, Leon towering over her menacingly. The asshole had a hand wrapped around her wrist and was saying something low and threatening sounding in Spanish. Nash had picked up enough of the language since becoming a SEAL and moving to San Diego to know Leon was saying she belonged to him.
Anger surged through Nash. No friggin’ way was he going to stand by and watch any woman get abused, and Leon looked like he was half a second away from smacking Bristol.
Out of the corner of his eye, Nash noticed an older woman standing with her back to the stove, terror on her face. Ignoring her, he strode across the kitchen.
“Let Bristol go,” Nash ordered.
Bristol jumped, clearly surprised by Nash’s presence, but the relief in her eyes was obvious. If
Leon was stunned, he didn’t let on. Instead, he stabbed Nash with a murderous look.
“You should go back to the dining room,” Leon suggested in a low voice. “This is between her and me. It’s none of your business.”
Nash stopped a few feet away. “I’m making it my business.”
Leon muttered something in Spanish under his breath and tightened his grip on Bristol’s arm, nearly jerking her off her feet as he pulled her closer. Nash would have preferred to get Bristol away from Leon before things got ugly, but that might not be possible.
Nash tensed, ready to dive for Leon’s left knee when the man shoved Bristol roughly aside, sending her stumbling across the kitchen. The older woman by the stove darted forward and caught Bristol before she crashed to the floor, then dragged her to the other side of the room out of harm’s way.
Nash barely had time to blink before Leon came at him swinging. Nash cursed. As much as he wanted to wipe the floor with the buffoon, he didn’t want to damage the guy seriously. He might deserve an ass whooping of epic proportions for putting his hands on Bristol, but putting Munoz’s personal bodyguard in the hospital wasn’t likely to help when it came to getting the info they were here for.
He ducked under Leon’s arm, driving a fist into the man’s exposed stomach before quickly backpedaling. Leon grunted, but immediately came at him again. Nash slowed him with a quick jab to the jaw then a punch to the ribs.
Leon bellowed in rage as Nash darted away into clear space. There was a lot of frustration in that sound, but some pain there, too.
Nash glanced to the side, hoping the two women had been smart and gotten the hell out of the kitchen. But no, Bristol and the older woman were still there. Bristol seriously looked like she wanted a piece of Leon. In fact, the older woman had to physically hold her back. Damn, Munoz’s daughter was ballsy. Maybe too ballsy for her own good.
He turned back to Leon, expecting the bodyguard to take another swing at him, but the man was headed for the large marble island in the middle of the kitchen. Nash wasn’t sure what he was up to until Leon jerked a big chef’s knife out of a rack of blades.
Nash had been willing to play this out for the sake of the mission, even if all he really wanted to do was beat the crap out of the guy. But now that Leon had a weapon, all bets were off. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill this asshole.
“You’re going to look fucking stupid with that knife sticking out of your ass,” Nash told him.
Leon laughed, holding the knife low and away. Like a man who knew what he was doing with a blade.
Nash dropped into a defensive stance, waiting for Leon’s first move, when a low male voice intruded from the doorway.
“Leon, the boss wants you.”
Nash didn’t have to look to know it was one of Munoz’s guards. For some reason, the cartel boss wanted to put a stop to the fight before it was over.
Leon didn’t seem eager to leave, but another sharp reminder from the other man finally broke through the fury. He pointed the tip of his knife at Nash. “This isn’t over,” he muttered.
Tossing the chef’s blade onto the island with a clatter, he threw an angry look in Bristol’s direction, then walked out of the kitchen. The other guard followed.
Nash looked at Bristol. “You okay?”
“Yes,” she said, the little quiver in her voice the only indication of how scared she really was.
“Thank you. For helping me, I mean.”
He nodded. “You’re welcome.”
“And while I’m grateful, it was stupid of you to do it,” she added.
“Bristol!” the older woman scolded.
“You know I’m right, Isabella,” Bristol said then looked at Nash. “Leon is a sociopath. He would have killed you with that knife without giving it a thought.”
“He would have tried,” Nash corrected, then shrugged. “We all do stupid things, but in my defense, I have to admit I have a hard time thinking straight when I’m around a beautiful woman.”
If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would be absolutely crucial to include?
This is the very first scene in the story…an adrenaline-filled moment when the reader learns about what kind of men the SEALs or Coronado really are. They live their lives on the ragged edge…doing things rational human would never even consider. And it would look damned awesome on the big screen!
Cold air rushed in, smacking Nash in the face as he fell in step behind Holden. Nash waited for Holden to step off into the pitch black night, then followed immediately after him. He knew Dalton and Wes would be right behind him. For a High Altitude Low Opening jump, it was necessary to stay in close formation as much as possible so they didn’t get spread too far apart. Of course, that increased the possibility of them smacking into each other, especially with the way the swirling wind shoved them around. Things didn’t get any better lower down, where rain started hitting them like a swarm of angry bees.
This was effing insane, Nash thought as he strained to find and then keep his eyes on the dim lights of the rapidly approaching container ship below him. Who the hell thought it would be a good idea to try to land a SEAL team on top of an ocean-going cargo ship in the middle of a torrential downpour?
Oh, yeah, now he remembered. It had been the CIA.
They’d thought it would be a piece of cake. But then, they weren’t parachuting in with the team, which made things simpler. Life was always easier for the people sitting around an office with a cup of coffee in their hands, dreaming up impossible crap for the SEALs to do.
Even Nash had to admit that the ship—going by the dull ass name of MOL Deliberate—had seemed plenty big enough when he, his teammates, and the CIA analysts had gone over photos during their three days of mission briefings. 1200-feet long, 160-feet wide, and loaded with a veritable parking lot of tractor trailer-sized steel cargo containers, it had seemed like parachuting onto the ship would be a piece of cake, even if it was moving at fourteen knots through the middle of the Pacific Ocean in crappy weather.
But now that he was dropping quickly toward the poorly lit ship as it plowed through rough, rain-shrouded seas in the middle of a pitch black night, Nash decided it wasn’t going to be as easy as they’d thought. If the twenty mile an hour crosswind didn’t make him miss the ship completely and send him plummeting into the ocean, it would have the deck rearing up at the wrong time to break his legs when he hit. He wasn’t sure which would be worse. One would be embarrassing while the other would be painful. Given a choice, he’d go for the broken legs. Bones healed, but embarrassment lasted forever.
On the other hand, he could always overshoot the bow of the Deliberate and promptly get run over by the quarter-mile long behemoth. It would be like getting keel-hauled by a pirate ship. Well, right up to the moment the big propellers chewed him up and spit him out. Yeah, he wasn’t as crazy about that option.
When he, Dalton, Holden, and Wes finally left Syria after nearly getting killed in a missile attack on the Osprey they were in, instead of taking them home, their new transport had dumped them on an island in the middle of the Pacific, where they’d gone through three days of intensive training to get ready for this jump. That meant three days of listening to the CIA moan about how important this operation was, and how the SEALs had better not blow it. Holden had almost punched the lead training officer more than once. Nash had been more than ready to join him.
Nash pushed those frustrating thoughts aside and focused on working his steering and braking lines to get him on a glide path toward the barely visible masthead light near the forward section of the cargo ship. That aim point increased his chances of overshooting the designed landing zone and getting run over, but if he landed too far back, he risked someone on the bridge seeing him. That would kind of suck, too. Ships’ crews tended to take a dim view of people parachuting onto their vessels in the middle of the night. Those merchant marine types had no sense of humor at all when it came to people they thought might be pirates. Probably had something to do with spending all their time cooped up in a big sardine can without cable TV.
The deck of the cargo ship—which was actually the top row of shipping containers—came at him fast. He tried to time his landing, hoping to touch down as the bow dropped through the backside of a wave. Unfortunately, it wasn’t like he could sit around and wait for the perfect moment. Gravity was pretty much in charge. He was along for the ride.
Depth perception got a little funky the last twenty feet or so, even with the night vision goggles he wore. Nash yanked hard on his brake lines when he thought he was close, praying for the best. He actually flared out pretty well, losing most of his downward velocity, but then the ship came up to meet him when he hit, buckling his knees and knocking the air out of his lungs like he’d jumped out of a third story window. He instinctively dumped air out of his chute, but before he could get the thing collapsed, the crosswind kicked up and yanked him sideways hard enough to nearly tear his body in half.
He cursed as he slammed shoulder first into the metal top of the nearest cargo container. It wasn’t necessarily painful, though getting slammed to the deck while carrying fifty pounds worth of gear wasn’t anything to sneeze at. He only hoped his guys hadn’t seen it. If they caught sight of him getting dragged across the top of the cargo containers like a plastic bag in a Walmart parking lot, he’d never hear the end of it.
Readers should read this book …
If Navy SEALs are your jam, this is the story for you. It’s fast-paced romantic adventure with action, danger, betrayal, and steamy heat at every turn. Your head will be spinning trying to figure out what’s coming next and you won’t be able to stop reading until you know.
What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned?
I’m currently working on SEAL with a Past, the next SEALs of Coronado book releasing after Undercover SEAL (look for that in July!) as well the SEAL to the Rescue, the SEALs of Coronado book releasing after SEAL with a Past (look for that in August!). I’m also working on the ninth book in my SWAT: Special Wolf Alpha Team Series. Speaking of SWAT, the next book in the series, WOLF RISING, releases November 6th! So excited for everyone to read Brooks and Selena’s book!
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Excerpt from Undercover SEAL (SEALs of Coronado):
Bristol was surprised when she walked into the kitchen and found Nick digging around in the big freezer. She thought he’d be out all day doing some kind of weapons demonstration. They must have finished early. For some reason, that fact made her ridiculously happy. Something she hadn’t been in a long time. And she owed it all to an illegal arms dealer, a man for all accounts and purposes she should be terrified of.
But Nick was different than the usual run-of-the-mill criminal who frequented the villa. He’d demonstrated that on the beach yesterday.
“Need any help finding whatever you’re looking for in there?” she asked.
He turned, ice cubes piled high in the towel he held. His arms and shoulders were smeared with what could only be blood. More seeped from the cut on his temple, running down the side of his face.
“What happened?” she demanded.
Heart suddenly hammering like crazy, she closed the distance between them at a run even though she didn’t have a clue what to do for the wound. Should she call for help or try doing first-aid herself?
Nick set the towel down on the counter then gently put a big hand on each of her shoulders with a sexy smile that made her pulse race for an entirely different reason. She gave her self a mental shake. He was bleeding. How could she be thinking about how good looking he was at a moment like this?
Maybe because he was so damn attractive that a little blood just made him look hotter?
“Calm down,” he said. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
She took in the myriad cuts covering his forearms and biceps then the bruise starting to form along his jaw. “It looks pretty bad to me.”
“Not really. I’ve cut myself worse shaving. After I clean up, you’ll barely notice it.”
Bristol seriously doubted that. Reaching out, she ran a finger lightly over one of the closed-up cuts on his arm. It wasn’t very deep, but it was straight and surgical, like someone had sliced him with a razor blade.
Or a knife.
She only knew one person who carried a knife.
“Leon did this, didn’t he?” she demanded.
Anger welled up inside her, followed quickly by fear. Leon had attacked Nick because word had gotten back to him about the kiss they’d shared on the beach. The realization that she was this worried about a man she’d just met and had only kissed once was as scary as his injuries.
Nick shook his head. “Nah. I went jogging this morning around the compound and got attacked by some kind of strange creature. I’m pretty sure it was a Chupacabra.”
“Uh-huh.” How could he be so cavalier about something so serious? “Forget about that for now. Isabella keeps some first-aid supplies in the bathroom the serving staff uses. You can tell me what happened while I fix you up.”
Nick didn’t say anything as she took his hand and led him out the side door of the kitchen and down a short hallway to the part of the house where Isabella and the rest of the serving staff lived.
By the time they got to the bathroom, Bristol’s pulse was back to something resembling normal. Nick leaned back against the counter as she opened the door of the linen closet and its shelves upon shelves of first-aid supplies. Isabella said they were there for when the landscapers cut themselves, but Bristol wasn’t naive. The boxes of bandages, rubber gloves, antiseptic and antibiotic ointments, trauma kits, and minor surgical equipment wasn’t merely for the groundskeepers. They were for her father’s guards. The men who worked for him had a habit of getting severely wounded in his employment.
Bristol wasn’t as good with this kind of stuff as Isabella, but she’d taken a first-aid classes in college. Even if she hadn’t, she wouldn’t let anyone else take care of Nick. He’d gotten hurt because of her. The least she could do was tend to his wounds.
“Take off your shirt,” Bristol said over her shoulder as she grabbed a bottle of antiseptic wash along with gauze, bandages, and tape. “This is supposed to be non-irritating. But it’s probably still going to sting.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Nick said.
She turned to dump the armload of stuff onto the bathroom vanity counter and found Nick still leaning back against the counter without his shirt.
Bristol tried not to stare…and failed. It wasn’t her fault. In her experience, men simply didn’t have bodies like Nick’s. Every muscle of his abs, obliques, pecs, and shoulders was defined and sculpted like a work of art. If he wasn’t bleeding she would have taken the opportunity to ogle him for a while.
Bristol’s hands shook a little as she opened the box of gauze and squirted a healthy amount of the antiseptic wash on one of the pads. She took a deep breath before, forcing herself to focus.
That proved difficult with Nick looking so damn perfect. She found it hard to know where to look—at his smiling face that was so handsome it was hard to even breathe when she did, or at his chest that made her want to run her hands all over it just to see if those muscles felt as good as she suspected.
It was the blood on his arms that finally brought her back to reality. Nick might be amazing, mouth watering, and mesmerizing, but he was hurt, and that tore out her heart.
She started on his left forearm, gently wiping away the dried blood crusted over the nearly parallel slices running from wrist to elbow. There were others higher up on the outside of the biceps and a few across the left side of his ribcage, but she ignored those for now. One perfect part at a time, she told herself.
“What happened?” she asked, flinching a little when fresh blood started to flow from the wounds. Part of her wanted to stop, worried she was making it worse, but she knew they had to be cleaned.
“Leon was being an asshole during the weapons demonstration,” Nick said, apparently not affected at all by what she was doing. It wasn’t that he was being stoic. It was more like he simply didn’t seem to notice the pain she had to be inflicting. “Maybe he heard about us kissing on the beach. Regardless, he kept pushing me, trying to provoke a reaction and looking for a fight. I got tired of his crap and finally decided to accommodate him.”
She finished with his forearm, adding a thick antibiotic gel to help stop the fresh bleeding and wrapping a bandage around the entire area. Then she moved to his left bicep. The cuts there weren’t as deep, but she found herself spending more time on them simply because she enjoyed touching him.
“I’m assuming Leon had a knife?” she asked even though it was obvious.
“Yeah.” Nick snorted. “It might just be me but I think he’s compensating for something.”
“Did you have a knife, too?”
Nick shook his head. “Nah. I wanted Leon to feel like he had a chance.”
She frowned at him. “Are you ever serious about anything?”
Nick grabbed the hand she’d been cleaning him with and tugged her so close her tank-top covered breasts were touching his muscled chest. “There is one thing I’m very serious about,” he whispered in a warm whisper, the low rumble of his voice making goosebumps rise up all over her body. “Maybe we should put the first-aid on hold for now so we can talk about it.”
The goosebumps immediately turned into tingles as his mouth came perilously close to hers. She desperately wanted to kiss him again, but she knew if she went down that path she wouldn’t get back to cleaning him up until who knew when.
She reluctantly took a step back, carefully disengaging her hand from his and going back to cleaning a swallow cut across the top of his bicep.
“You should take Leon seriously,” she admonished. “He could have killed you.”
Nick didn’t say anything for a time. “Maybe. Or I could have killed him. I was prepared to for what he did to you and your mother.”
Bristol met Nick’s gaze, wondering if he was finally being serious. The intensity in his dark eyes told her that he was. He would have killed Leon…for her. She wasn’t quite sure how to take that.
They both fell silent as she cleaned the rest of the cuts on his arms, then did the same to the ones on his ribs before finally moving up to his face. The act of carefully moving her fingers over his warm skin was almost hypnotizing. That was when she noticed they were breathing in time together. What they were doing was as transcendent for him as it was for her.
By the time she finished wiping the blood from his scruff and applying antibiotic cream to the crease above his left brow to keep it from bleeding, Bristol she knew in her heart there was something insanely special going on between them. Yesterday, she’d hoped he might be able to help her out of the horrible situation she was in. Now, all she could think about was where this thing with Nick would go next.
Without a word, he slipped one hand into her long, dark hair, tugging her close and kissing her so hard it made her breathless. She wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him in. He parted his lips and she took the invitation to dip her tongue in, reveling in the taste as she felt his free hand slip down to slide over her butt. He squeezed her ass, pulling her more tightly against him until she could feel every part of that perfect body of his. His cock stiffened in his dusty uniform pants, and she ground against him, empowered at knowing she was making him this excited simply with a kiss.
She moaned against his mouth as he cupped her ass with his other hand, too, almost yanking her off her toes as he fitted her against him more snuggly and moving his hips in a way that told her exactly how much he wanted her at that moment. Her body began to hum, and she was almost embarrassed by how turned on she was. At this rate she might orgasm before they got their clothes off.
Bristol yearned to slide her hand down his chest and over his abs to caress his hard-on through his pants, but he was pressed up against her too tightly for that. Instead, she made do with wrapping her arm around him and caressing his well-sculpted back.
Nick did some exploring of his own, and her breath caught as he slid one hand up and over her hip, slipping teasing fingers under the hem of her shirt, tracing them lightly across the bare skin of her side, moving higher. She murmured her approval against his mouth, encouraging him to shove her shirt all the way up, tear off her bra and run his hungry mouth over every bare inch of her tingling body.
The urge was so overwhelming, she was ready to make love right there on the vanity counter…or even up against the wall.
She was about to start begging when Nick suddenly pulled away and urged her back, putting some space between them. She opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong, but the words died on her lips at the sound of heavy footsteps in the hallway. A split second later, her father stepped into the open doorway of the bathroom.
“There you are, Nick.” Her father’s gaze slid over them, then the gauze, bandages and antiseptic bottle still on the counter. “I see Bristol tended to your injuries.”
“I was more than ready to rub some dirt on them and call it good, but your daughter suggested first aid,” Nick said smoothly.
Her father gave her an approving look. “Bristol can be practical once she recognizes something is in her best interest. She got that from her mother.”
Fury filled Bristol like it did every time he mentioned her mother, and she stepped forward. Nick caught her arm before she could do anything. Not that she was sure what she would have done. Punching her father would have been satisfying though.
Her father didn’t seem to notice her anger. Or maybe he simply didn’t care.
“After you get cleaned up, come to my study,” he said to Nick. “There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”
Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked out, leaving her alone with her anger…and Nick.
Bristol turned and began cleaning up. Before she’d done more than stuff a few gauze pads back into their box, Nick was behind her, his body pressed up against hers, his arms around her waist. It was impossible to miss the way his still hard erection nestled up against her bottom.
“Don’t believe for a second I’m not thinking about finishing what we started,” he said softly in her ear.
Then Nick was gone, his booted footsteps echoing along the hall.
As she slowly finished cleaning up, she couldn’t help smiling as she imagined what it might be like if they ever did get the chance to finish what they’d started.
Excerpts. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
He’s everything she should fear…
Bristol Munoz’s life has never been typical. Or safe. Raised by her father, a Mexican drug lord who murdered her mother, Bristol knows she’s nothing but a bargaining chip to her father. He’ll give her to the man most able to further his cartel’s powerful holdings, and her life will go from bad to worse. Her only hope is to try another escape…Then he arrives. He’s different than the other men in her father’s compound, but no less dangerous. Maybe more so, because she’s attracted to him.
But all she really wants.
Working undercover for the CIA was not how Navy SEAL Nash Cantrell wants to spend his time. But keeping missiles out of the wrong hands is something he can handle. However, he didn’t count on part of his mission involving getting close to Bristol. He can’t afford to like her, but can’t stop himself. She’s a commodity her father won’t let go easily. When his cover is blown, Nash has to stop the deal—and save Bristol.
Meet the Author:
Paige Tyler is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy, romantic suspense and paranormal romance. She and her very own military hero (also known as her husband) live on the beautiful Florida coast with their adorable fur baby (also known as their dog). Paige graduated with a degree in education, but decided to pursue her passion and write books about hunky alpha males and the kick-butt heroines who fall in love with them.