Hot SEAL, Black Coffee

Dealing with a sexy ex-girlfriend, a jewel heist, and a murder-for-hire can make an ex-SEAL bodyguard a tad cranky.

Trevor Mason accepts what should be a simple job…protect the jewels his ex-girlfriend will wear to a breast cancer fundraiser. As founder and owner of Eye Spy International, he should send one of his guys, but he needs to get his ex out of his system and this is the perfect opportunity to remind himself that she is a spoiled, rich debutante who dumped him with a Dear John letter during his SEAL training.

Respected breast cancer doctor Dr. Risa McCool hates being in the limelight for her personal life. Her life’s work is breast cancer treatment and research, which she’d rather be known for than for her carefree, partying debutante years. She agrees to be the chairperson for the annual breast cancer fundraiser even though it means doing publicity appearances and interviews, all while wearing the famous pink Breast Cancer Diamond for each public event. The multi-million dollar value of the pink stone requires an armed bodyguard at all times.

Past attractions flame, proving to be a distraction to the serious reality of the situation. When Risa and the millions in diamonds go missing, nothing will stop Trevor from bringing her home, with or without the jewels.

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Hot SEAL, Black Coffee

I loved this book! It is part of the Seals in Paradise series and is a stand alone book with an awesome HEA. 15 years is a long time to wait for your true love to return. But in this case it is was worth it. I recommend this book to all lovers of hot exseals who know how to recapture a girls heart. Happy reading. Looking forward to the next book in the series.

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A great story of a second chance romance, a love that withstood the passing of time and the excepting of what really matters.

Dr. Risa McCool and Trevor Mason were high school and college sweethearts. They allowed money, distance and the Seals come between them and end their relationship. Fifteen years later Risa needs a bodyguard to watch over her and her fundraiser.

Trevor is back in town and owner of Eye Spy International when Risa needed help he could of sent one of the other men but he needed to see to Risa himself. He’d never stop thinking of her and no one has ever came close to her in his life.

Risa has the job she always wanted, she dedicates her life and all her time to helping her patients. She might have everything money can buy, but not the one thing money can’t buy, someone to love her for her the way Trevor did at one time.

The more time Risa and Trevor send together they realize their feelings never changed. They fear that they would not survive the heartbreak again but keeping a hands off policy just isn’t working. Trevor’s issues with Risa’s money surface again it may be the end unless Trevor can come to terms with what matters more.

Trevor is one hot and sexy Seal and Risa is a perfect match for him in every way.

I recommend you have a fan and some tissue at hand.

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At two-thirty Monday afternoon, Dr. Risa McCool’s world shifted on its axis. He was back. She wasn’t ready. But then, would she ever be ready?

Four hours passed before she was able to disengage from work and go home. As she pulled under the portico of her high-rise building and the condo valet hurried out to park her eight-year-old sedan, her stomach roiled at the realization that Trevor Mason—high school and college boyfriend and almost fiancé—would be waiting for her in her condo, or at least should be. She pressed a shaking hand to her abdomen and inhaled a deep, calming breath. It didn’t work. There was still a slight quiver to her hands as she grabbed her purse and briefcase from the passenger seat.

She paused to look in the mirror. A tired brunette looked back at her. Dark circles under her eyes. Limp hair pulled into a ponytail at the back of her head. Pale lips. Paler cheeks. Not one of her better looks.

Would he be the same? Tall with sun-kissed hair and mesmerizing azure-blue eyes?

Tall, sure. That was a given.

Eye color would have to be the same, but his sun-bleached hair? His muscular physique? In high school and college, he’d played on the offense for their high school and college football teams, but she had never really understood what he did. Sometimes he ran and sometimes he hit other guys. What she remembered were strong arms and a wide chest. Would those be the same?

Almost fifteen years had passed since she’d last seen him. He hadn’t come back for their tenth nor their fifteenth high school reunions. The explanation for his absences involved SEAL missions to who knew where. Risa had wondered if she’d ever see him again, whether he’d make it through all his deployments and secret ops.

Well, he had and now she had to work with him.

She took a deep breath and slid from the car.

“Good Evening, Dr. McCool,” the valet said.           

“Evening, John. Do you know if my guest arrived?”

“Yes, ma’am. About four hours ago.”

“Do you know if the groceries were delivered?”

“Yes, ma’am. Cleaning service has also been in.”

“Thank you. Have a nice evening.”

“You, too.”

She acknowledged the guard on duty at the desk with a nod and continued to the private residents-only elevator that opened to a back-door entrance to her condo. After putting her key in the slot, she pressed the button for the forty-first floor and then leaned against the wall for the ride.

Her anxiety at seeing Trevor climbed as the elevator dinged past each floor. It was possible, even probable, that she had made a mistake following her mother’s advice to employ his company. She was required to have a bodyguard for every public event since the announcement of the pink Breast Cancer Diamond. Her insurance company insisted on it. The jewelry designer demanded it. And worse, her mother was adamant on a guard. How did one say no to her mother?

Plus, as head of the Dallas Area Breast Cancer Research Center, she’d been tasked with wearing that gaudy necklace with a pink diamond big enough to choke a horse for the annual fundraising gala. The damn thing was worth close to fifteen or twenty million and was heavy as hell. Who’d want it?

The elevator dinged one last time and the doors slid open. She stepped into a small vestibule and let herself into her place expecting to see Trevor.

Only, she didn’t.

Instead there was music—jazz to be specific. She followed the sounds of Stan Getz to her balcony, her heart in her throat.

A man sat in a recliner facing the night lights of Dallas, a highball in one hand, a cigar in the other.

“I’m glad to see you stock the good bourbon,” he said, lifting the glass, but not turning to face her. “And my brand, too. Should I be impressed?”

Her jaw clenched. Their fights had always been about money—what she had and what he didn’t.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Are you impressed?”

He took a drag off the cigar and chased the smoke down his throat with a gulp of hundred-dollar bourbon. “Naw. You can afford it.”

“Are you going to look at me or will my first conversation with you in fifteen years be with the back of your head?”

After stabbing out the cigar, he finished his drink, sat it on the tile floor, and rose. Lord, he was still as towering and overwhelming as she remembered him. At five-feet-ten-inches, Risa was tall, but Trevor’s height made her feel positively petite. As he turned, every muscle in her body tensed as she stood unsure whether she was preparing to fight him, flee from him or fuck him.

“Hello, Risa.”

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