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Subject: Petty Officer Christian “Cowboy” Laramie
Mission: Locate a missing person...without seducing the man’s fiancée!
Navy SEAL Christian Laramie knows everything about explosives, including how to avoid them. But he sure as hell isn’t prepared for Sammi Jo Wilson—all gorgeous red hair and long-legged sexiness—in a wedding dress, asking him to find her kidnapped fiancé. Yep, he is definitely dealing with one dangerous bombshell...
Laramie has a rep for thoroughly pleasing the ladies, but he’s not interested in emotional entanglements. He has rules—and engaged women are a definite no-no. Yet the searing heat between him and Sammi is like nothing he’s ever experienced. Each touch gets hotter. Each kiss more intense. And if Laramie can’t disarm this desire, it will blow up in the only way possible...in bed!
“Do you think I’m going to have sex with you,” Sammi Jo murmured, “in return for you helping me find Sterling?”
“You’re kidding, right?” Laramie said, his eyes filled with laughter. “Sugar, I’m a highly skilled military machine. My training alone is worth more money than this entire town. You think you can pay me off with a kiss?”
Well, she’d actually thought the payment would be a lot more than just kissing.
“I don’t barter with sex. I don’t have to.” He waited a beat as the heat worked its way up Sammi’s cheeks. “But when we do have sex, you’re going to be the one asking.”
Her mouth dropped.
She wanted to laugh. To say that’d never happen. But as her stomach pitched into her toes, tingling the entire way, it assured Sammi that she should be careful.
Otherwise she was going to be in big trouble.
Big, naked trouble.
“I came here for your help,” she said shakily, the words as much for her as for him. “I’m not here to sample your legendary sexual skills...”
I knew I was going to write Christian Laramie’s story from the first time he showed up on the pages of a A SEAL’s Temptation. Not only was he a yummy SEAL with the call sign “Cowboy,” but he had this way with women that made him a legend. The better I got to know him in the writing of A SEAL’s Touch, the more one particular scene gelled in my mind. The one I knew I’d have to write his story around.
This gorgeous, lady-loving, freewheeling cowboy coming face-to-face with a runaway bride in search of a hero to rescue her groom. Sammi Jo and Laramie are so different, yet so much alike, and I truly enjoyed watching them explore those similarities and differences.
That, combined with the reunion of childhood friends, the excitement and fun of the weeks leading up to a wedding, and the bride’s cold feet all came together into a story that I hope will make you smile, laugh and sigh.
I hope that you’ll check out the rest of my sexy SEAL series. You can find them on my website, as well as insider peeks into this story and others. Visit tawnyweber.com or find me on Facebook at Facebook.com/tawnyweber.romanceauthor.
Happy reading,
Tawny Weber
A SEAL’s Desire
Tawny Weber
A New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than thirty books, TAWNY WEBER writes sassy, emotional romances with a dash of humor featuring hot alpha heroes. It’s all about the sexy attitude! A fan of Johnny Depp, cupcakes and her very own hero husband, Tawny enjoys scrapbooking, gardening, spending time with her family and dogs, and hanging out with readers on Facebook.
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To Birgit, for helping me find the heart of the story
Contents
“RIDE ’EM, COWBOY.”
The cheer rang out across the sun-fried desert, making Petty Officer Christian Laramie grin as he blinded the second security camera perched high atop a rocky cliff.
Of course, his grin was only on the inside. On the outside, he was too busy rappelling down a hundred-foot vertical drop. With nary a crease or crevice in the sheer stone, he had to rely on the soles of his boots to control his descent.
He barely saw the laser flash in time to jerk to the left and kick into a spin. He circled too fast to see where the shot had come from, so could only judge by its trajectory.