Protecting Her SEAL
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Publisher: KC Press
Release Date: December 27, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Series: Assignment: Caribbean Nights, book 5
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Description
Former Navy SEAL Miles Lynch came home from Iraq with the nickname “Mild.” His dirty little secret? It’s easy to stay calm when you don’t care about anything. He learned the hard way that happy endings don’t exist—fighting for the cause only got him broken and disillusioned.
Explosives expert Lale Şakir knows a thing or two about chemistry, but only on paper. When it comes to men? Total novice. But when she agrees to create an artificial coral reef for Aqueous Adventures as an excursion site near the Caribbean island Miles calls home, will the unexpected heat between them cause too many complications… or melt the polar ice cap around his heart?
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“Tell me,” he said after a few minutes of silence that she didn’t try to fill with inane chatter, a rarity among his usual companions that he appreciated. “C-4 or dynamite?”
She paused, fork halfway to her mouth. “What? What kind of dinner conversation is that?”
“The important kind. It tells me what’s in your soul. Splashy pyrotechnics or ultimate control? Wait, let me guess.” Gaze narrowed, he evaluated her like he would a Van Gogh on the wall of a museum, though he was mostly using the conversation as an excuse to look at her because holy crap was she something when she forgot to run surveillance on the people drifting in and out of the restaurant. “C-4. Dynamite is too unpredictable and old school besides.”
She didn’t even hesitate to laugh this time, and it skittered across his skin with welcome heat.
“I like dynamite. It’s classic. What you call old school.” Her accent caressed the term with a slight teasing lilt. “That means it’s stable. Predictable.”
“You’re making fun of me.” Miles leaned forward on his elbow, thoroughly amused by the notion. “Might as well have said dynamite is boring. Because it is. You’re a C-4 girl.”
Her head cocked to the side, and she treated him to a once-over that put his earlier perusal to shame. That, he liked. A lot. He needed Lale watching him with those incredible eyes, preferably as he did erotic things to her, and he needed that more than oxygen. Obviously. Because he’d stopped breathing a million years ago as she flooded him with awareness and heat and promise.
“All right, smart guy,” she allowed with a sly lift of her lips. “C-4 is my weapon of choice. But only because it can be molded. That kind of control is necessary when you have to ensure that you don’t destroy the boat you’re planning to use as a home to a large array of sea life.”
“So if you were doing another type of job, you might pick something else?”
This was a game he could play all day long. Or all night long if she preferred, especially if she kept smiling like she had naughty secrets. The ones that made her tremble with fear? Those secrets could keep; he wasn’t going anywhere that he couldn’t keep an eye on her. But the naughty ones… Why hadn’t he read up on Turkish culture? Maybe they had a Kama Sutra equivalent and he’d been blazing along in blissful ignorance of the physical pleasures in store for him if he’d only get out of his American rut.
“Depends,” she purred. “I don’t take many jobs. What kind of explosions are we talking about? Loud? Fast?”
“Oh, yeah. All the above.” He dropped his voice to match the sultriness in hers. “One that expands and grows, eating everything in its path with flame and heat.”
She blinked, peeking up through her long, sooty lashes. “One that makes you scream because it never ends, and when it finally does, you feel like your bones have incinerated to ash because it was so powerful?”
“That’s the one.”
They weren’t talking about C-4 any longer, and they both knew it. This was easily the hottest conversation he’d ever had, and the fact that he’d gotten her to participate in it—hell, she’d taken it ten steps further all on her own—that was the best. He was so hard his back teeth ached.
