Book 3 in the exciting, hot, Seals of Honor series.
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He's one of the smartest, the best ... and the baddest.
Since Dane achieved his lifelong dream of becoming a Navy Seal, his life has been packed with action ... but now he wants more. Especially after seeing several of his friends find something – someone – special.
On a mission hunting a chemical weapons terrorist, Dane runs into a captivating woman, and everything about her touches his deepest needs. But the circumstances are suspicious, and he can’t determine whose side she’s on.
Marielle came to Germany for a short busman’s holiday, only to end up running away from the very man she came to see, and into the arms of a man she knows she’ll never be able to keep.
As their situation slides from bad to worse to desperate, their lives are on the line. And so are their hearts.
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So why had she come?
Finally she admitted the answer. Curiosity.
He wanted to know what she was doing and how it related to his work. And likely how it might be of interest to his
employers. She knew he was teaching here in Germany as well as doing cutting
edge research on similar types of chemicals. But he worked in weapons research.
And that was something she couldn’t handle herself. But she felt compelled to
find out what he was doing and for whom. Had he changed so much that he’d
create weapons to be used against his country?
She wanted to know but at the same time, she didn’t. What
would she do if she found out something unnerving? Unless it was to warn her
own country that this type of thing was further advanced than anyone thought it
was.
Not that anyone would listen.
Still, if the opportunity presented itself, she’d find out
what Michaels wanted – and what he was up to – if she could.
As she turned around to head back into the garden, unable to
forget what was going on beside her, the phone rang. There he was. She smiled.
“Hi, Professor. Where are you?”
“I’m coming over,” Professor Michaels said. “You up and
awake?”
“I’m both.” She glanced out the window for the dozenth time
to stare at the house beside her. “When?”
“I’m here already,” he said. “I’m outside and walking toward
the front door.”
The house was huge, so it took a moment to reach the front
window and look out. He was indeed coming her way – and he’d been coming
from the direction of the house beside her.
The house where the intruder had jumped over the wall into
the back yard.
Odd. Then maybe he’d come from the house on the far side.
But at least now she could tell him what she’d seen, if he didn’t already know.
As she watched him sneak a look behind him and quicken his pace, she wondered
just what the hell was going on.
She opened the front door for him.
His face lit up. “Marielle,” he called out. “How good to see
you.”
He rushed inside and closed the door. “How are you?”
All the right words were coming out but the tone was off.
Too forced. Too fast. Too jovial. And his eyes swelled as if searching the room
around her.
“I’m fine,” she said, studying him careful. “What’s going
on?”
His feigned surprise finished setting off her bullshit
meter. “Nothing at all.” He motioned at the house next door. “There just
appeared to be some odd goings on over there.”
“I thought that was your house,” she said, quietly walking
back to the kitchen to retrieve her coffee cup.
“No, not at all. I’m several houses over,” he said glibly.
Too smooth. And that information didn’t jibe with the information she knew
already. In fact, it was just different enough, she wondered why he was lying.
What the hell was going on?
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