Title: Hot SEAL Lover
Series: HOT SEAL Team #2
Author: Lynn Raye Harris
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 14, 2016
Blurb
One night in the sheets is all she wants…
Christina Girard is a lady. But she’s a lady whose world is about to implode. She’s done everything right, but she can’t escape the taint of scandal when her husband cheats on her with another man. She’s broken, her spirit battered, her confidence at an all-time low.
Then she meets Navy SEAL Remy Marchand, and parts of her she’d thought dead flare to life. Except Remy is part of the Hostile Operations Team, the Black Ops group her brother works for, and that means NO in flashing neon letters. Yet Christina’s tired of always doing what’s expected. Just once, she wants to saddle up and ride a tattooed, dirty-mouthed bad boy before she kicks him to the curb and goes on with her life.
One night is not enough to put out the fire…
Remy Marchand burns with guilt and regret that he couldn’t save his twin sister from her abuser. He lives his life slaying dragons for the innocent and vulnerable. He thought Christina needed his strength and protection too, but he was wrong. After a single night of pleasure, she disappears from his life.
But then his SEALs get tasked with a mission: infiltrate war-torn Qu’rim and get Christina out before the enemy finds her. With bombs exploding, blood spilling, and survival not certain, Remy protects Christina from harm while vowing not to succumb again to her sweet temptation.
One night is only the beginning…
But life in a war zone is intense, and vows mean nothing in the face of danger. Giving in is inevitable. Staying alive is not—especially when the greatest menace still waits for the perfect moment to strike…
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Excerpt
The ladies’ room door opened and she walked out, pulling up short when she saw him standing there. Her eyes widened slightly and she swallowed as if she were a little nervous.
“Um, hi again,” she said.
“Hi.”
“I… I…” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Dammit,” she muttered.
Remy didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything. She’d sort it out eventually.
Her head lifted, and she looked as if she’d turned on a switch somewhere deep inside. A switch that people like him didn’t have. He knew she came from money. Hell, everyone in Louisiana knew the Girard name.
But that hoity-toity superiority thing had never set well with him before, and it wasn’t going to start now. No matter how cute she was.
She was every inch the elite debutante as she stared down her nose at him. No mean trick since she was several inches shorter.
“I’m sorry if I’ve given you mixed signals. The truth is I have no idea what I’m doing.” She spread her hands, dropping her gaze from his. “You seem nice. No, you seem sexy and appealing, and I’m going through a divorce, which I’m sure you know. He cheated on me, and well, I think I’m doing this for all the wrong reasons, so maybe you should just turn around and go.”
Okay, now that was different.
And he should definitely go.
But he wasn’t going to.
Her speech didn’t make a helluva lot of sense—why would he know she was getting divorced?—but he got the gist. Her rat of a husband had cheated on her, and she wanted to get back in the saddle. Prove she was still desirable. Yeah, that kinda kicked him in the chest in some weird way, but at least she was honest about it.
Which was new since he didn’t usually run across women who talked about their motives straight up.
“He’s a stupid fucker, Christina. You’re gorgeous, and even if he decided he didn’t want to be with you anymore, he should have had the balls to tell you that. Cheating is a dick move.”
She blinked. And then she started to giggle. Oookay, girl was definitely not playing with a full deck here tonight.
She slapped a hand over her mouth and tried to hold the giggles in. He found that he wanted to laugh too—but he couldn’t. If he did, he’d be as cracked as she was. Especially since he really didn’t know what they were laughing at.
“Oh God,” she said after a moment of helplessly gulping air to calm herself. “You must think I’m insane.”
“I’m beginning to wonder,” he said, but he grinned to soften the words.
She searched his face as if she expected to find an answer there. “You really don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?”
“About my husband? About the drag queen?”
Remy thought that if eyebrows could climb a face, his were doing it right now. “Honey, I have no idea what you’re talking about. But I’ve got to admit it’s intriguing.”
Christina pressed a hand to her middle. She was slightly built, but she had curves. She smiled at him and he felt like someone had knocked him in the back of the head with a hammer. Damn, she was pretty.
“You must not read the papers. Or watch much television.”
“I’m in the Navy, cher. I don’t have a lot of time for gossip. HQ tells me what I need to know, and then I go to work fixing the bad stuff.”
She darted her tongue out to lick her lower lip, and his groin tightened. Jesus.
“Well, you’re probably the only person I’ve run into who has no idea then. I find that rather refreshing. Except now you want to know what happened, so there goes your ignorance of the situation.” She sucked in a breath. “Nevertheless, you can google, so I’ll give you the gist.”
She leaned toward him. He wondered if she was drunk, but she didn’t sway or have glassy eyes, so he decided she wasn’t. She was just fond of the dramatic.
“Ben—that’s my rat-bastard soon-to-be ex—got caught getting fucked in the ass by a guy with boobs bigger than mine at a political fundraiser. So there you go. Google away for your amusement.”
“Um, hi again,” she said.
“Hi.”
“I… I…” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Dammit,” she muttered.
Remy didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything. She’d sort it out eventually.
Her head lifted, and she looked as if she’d turned on a switch somewhere deep inside. A switch that people like him didn’t have. He knew she came from money. Hell, everyone in Louisiana knew the Girard name.
But that hoity-toity superiority thing had never set well with him before, and it wasn’t going to start now. No matter how cute she was.
She was every inch the elite debutante as she stared down her nose at him. No mean trick since she was several inches shorter.
“I’m sorry if I’ve given you mixed signals. The truth is I have no idea what I’m doing.” She spread her hands, dropping her gaze from his. “You seem nice. No, you seem sexy and appealing, and I’m going through a divorce, which I’m sure you know. He cheated on me, and well, I think I’m doing this for all the wrong reasons, so maybe you should just turn around and go.”
Okay, now that was different.
And he should definitely go.
But he wasn’t going to.
Her speech didn’t make a helluva lot of sense—why would he know she was getting divorced?—but he got the gist. Her rat of a husband had cheated on her, and she wanted to get back in the saddle. Prove she was still desirable. Yeah, that kinda kicked him in the chest in some weird way, but at least she was honest about it.
Which was new since he didn’t usually run across women who talked about their motives straight up.
“He’s a stupid fucker, Christina. You’re gorgeous, and even if he decided he didn’t want to be with you anymore, he should have had the balls to tell you that. Cheating is a dick move.”
She blinked. And then she started to giggle. Oookay, girl was definitely not playing with a full deck here tonight.
She slapped a hand over her mouth and tried to hold the giggles in. He found that he wanted to laugh too—but he couldn’t. If he did, he’d be as cracked as she was. Especially since he really didn’t know what they were laughing at.
“Oh God,” she said after a moment of helplessly gulping air to calm herself. “You must think I’m insane.”
“I’m beginning to wonder,” he said, but he grinned to soften the words.
She searched his face as if she expected to find an answer there. “You really don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?”
“About my husband? About the drag queen?”
Remy thought that if eyebrows could climb a face, his were doing it right now. “Honey, I have no idea what you’re talking about. But I’ve got to admit it’s intriguing.”
Christina pressed a hand to her middle. She was slightly built, but she had curves. She smiled at him and he felt like someone had knocked him in the back of the head with a hammer. Damn, she was pretty.
“You must not read the papers. Or watch much television.”
“I’m in the Navy, cher. I don’t have a lot of time for gossip. HQ tells me what I need to know, and then I go to work fixing the bad stuff.”
She darted her tongue out to lick her lower lip, and his groin tightened. Jesus.
“Well, you’re probably the only person I’ve run into who has no idea then. I find that rather refreshing. Except now you want to know what happened, so there goes your ignorance of the situation.” She sucked in a breath. “Nevertheless, you can google, so I’ll give you the gist.”
She leaned toward him. He wondered if she was drunk, but she didn’t sway or have glassy eyes, so he decided she wasn’t. She was just fond of the dramatic.
“Ben—that’s my rat-bastard soon-to-be ex—got caught getting fucked in the ass by a guy with boobs bigger than mine at a political fundraiser. So there you go. Google away for your amusement.”
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Author Bio
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lynn Raye Harris burst onto the scene when she won a writing contest held by Harlequin. A former finalist for the Romance Writers of America's Golden Heart Award and the National Readers Choice Award, Lynn lives in Alabama with her handsome former military husband and two crazy cats. Lynn writes about hot military heroes, sizzling international billionaires, and the women who dare to tame them. Her books have been called "exceptional and emotional," "intense," and "sizzling." To date, Lynn's books have sold over 2 million copies worldwide.
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