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Blurb:
Marc
Beale and several of his brothers from SEAL Team 3 board a cruise ship to bury
a fallen buddy's aches at sea. A risky affair with a beautiful Italian the
night before they leave begins to ease his survivor’s guilt.
Sophia Negri, suffering jitters over her engagement, falls for the handsome SEAL and pretends she speaks no English, letting their bodies do the talking. When Marc finds her on the ship and learns Sophia is half American, he is angry at first, but falls for her all over again as they set sail.
Terrorists take over the ship and hold the passengers for ransom, Marc and the other SEALs are the only ones who can stop the plot. Will Marc’s actions be enough to save Sophia or will he have to sacrifice himself to save the woman he loves?
Sophia Negri, suffering jitters over her engagement, falls for the handsome SEAL and pretends she speaks no English, letting their bodies do the talking. When Marc finds her on the ship and learns Sophia is half American, he is angry at first, but falls for her all over again as they set sail.
Terrorists take over the ship and hold the passengers for ransom, Marc and the other SEALs are the only ones who can stop the plot. Will Marc’s actions be enough to save Sophia or will he have to sacrifice himself to save the woman he loves?
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Excerpt:
Marc started to stand, but she stopped him
with her hand on his forearm. He did sit
back down, but he crossed his massive arms in front of his chest, leaning back
into the couch and looking the opposite direction, away from her.
“I know none of this makes sense.
Not sure I do either. I thought that—well I just thought a little night of
anonymous sex with no strings would be something—and this is a totally selfish
thing here, I admit it—I thought I could just have…” This was going to be much
more difficult than she’d planned. Everything she wanted to say wasn’t right.
“I just wanted one more night being single, being free to choose, being with
someone without it being complicated. And I’m sorry. I realize now that that
was a huge mistake.”
His passive, hulking frame and
dispassionate stare into the distance broke her heart.
“Please Marc, look at me.” He did,
but his eyebrows were raised, his eyes contained the look of someone who
thought she was full of crap. She mustered her courage and added, looking into
his sky blue eyes, those eyes she’d gotten lost in, eyes she would remember
forever, “I am truly sorry. I am not a good person at all. I did this without
any regard for your feelings.”
Their eyes did connect, and for a
second she could see the hurt there, a little dream in his heart that was dying
too, just as hers was. Instinct told her to reach over and kiss him, hug him,
tell him how sorry she was for her behavior, but she knew that was the wrong
way to handle it. As much as she wanted to touch him and let him know how awful
she felt, she needed to keep her distance.
Just
tell him the truth and get out.
Marc hadn’t dropped his eyes. He was
searching for something in her face she hoped didn’t show up. He was looking
for evidence she cared for him. Wouldn’t it be wiser to show coldness? Let him
understand there was no future between them?
But
was that the truth? Really the truth? Did all this happen because of her
niggling doubts about Ricardo and the life she would have with him in Brazil?
If she were certain of her decision to marry him, would the night with Marc
have happened? She honestly didn’t know the answer to that.
“It was the most beautiful afternoon
I’ve spent in my entire life. I will never forget it. Never, Marc,” she said.
His crooked smile with the dimple on the
right side of his full lips was sexy as hell, and changed the mask of his face.
“It was a pretty incredible
afternoon, but hey, no worries, Sophia. I’m not looking to get hooked up with
anyone. I’m getting ready to deploy. This is just a little R and R before we
go. It kind of worked, in a sick sense of the word.” He looked at his palms.
She hadn’t expected that.
“You aren’t angry?”
“For an afternoon of the best sex of
my life? Fuck no.”
It was a nice thing to say, but she felt
the blunt force of a verbal slap. “I think it was more than that, is what I’m
trying to say,” she said, her voice low and husky.
Marc shot up, put his hands in his
cargo shorts. “I’m glad. While you’re working your way through the cruise ship
males, I’ll be having beers with my buds and probably swearing off Italian
girls for awhile.” He began to walk out of the bar.
She had to do something. She ran and
stood in front of him, to stop him.
“Wait a minute. What I want to say
is that it wasn’t just a hookup. I mean it started that way, but it became
more, I guess is what I’m saying.”
“Well, that’s fine, honey. And if
you get that itch again, I’ll scratch it. No worries. I’m not going to get
pissed off and ruin another good time.” His brilliant white teeth and blue eyes
melted her bones.
“So it wasn’t—“
“You don’t have the right to that
privileged information, honey. You’re engaged to someone else. I don’t gotta
tell you anything about me or how I feel about anything, remember? But if you
want another anonymous hookup, I’m not going anywhere. We’ve got like twenty
days together. We’ve already proven we can let our bodies do the talking since
the words seem to get in the way.”
He left the bar. She felt her
stomach drop to her ankles.
It wasn’t easy to put it out of her
mind, the look on his face as he turned, bowed slightly and walked out of her
life. She’d already cried for him once as she was walking away from him in the
Piazza. She’d left a part of her with him that day, and now today he took away another
piece as he walked down the marble foyer, pushed the up button and left in the
elevator.
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Author’s Bio & Picture:
NYT and USA/Today
Bestselling Author Sharon Hamilton’s SEAL Brotherhood series have earned her
Amazon author rankings of #1 in Romantic Suspense, Military Romance and
Contemporary Romance. Her characters follow a sometimes rocky road to
redemption through passion and true love. Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany earned
her a #1 Amazon author ranking in Gothic Romance.
A lifelong organic vegetable
and flower gardener, Sharon and her husband live in the Wine Country of
Northern California, where most of her stories take place.
Author
Links:
Website/Blog: http://www.sharonhamiltonauthor.com/
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