From New York Times bestselling author Cindy Dees
A captivating Code: Warrior SEALs romance
New Orleans detective Bastien LeBlanc is stumped by his new client, Carrie Price. The Navy SEAL must find Carries kidnapped boss. Bass has never been a relationship kind of guy, so hes floored by his undeniable attraction to Carrie. But can he trust her? Now all that can come between them are secrets from their pasts...and the all-too-real killer bearing down on them.
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author CINDY DEES is the author of more than fifty novels. She draws upon her experience as a US Air Force pilot to write romantic suspense. Shes a two-time winner of the prestigious RITA® Award for romance fiction, a two-time winner of the RT Reviewers Choice Best Book Award for Romantic Suspense and an RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Best Author Award nominee. She loves to hear from readers at www.cindydees.com.
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Navy SEAL Cop
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NAVY SEAL COP
© 2018 Cynthia Dees
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Are you real? she whispered.
His mouth traveled across her jaw and nuzzled her neck in the tender spot just below her ear. You tell me. Does this feel real?
He nipped lightly at the junction of her neck and shoulder, and a jolt of lust shot through her loins. She squeezed her thighs together, which turned out to be a mistake, because shed managed to catch the bulge of his erection between the tops of her thighs in the process, and Bass groaned in response.
She shocked herself by sliding her hand down the indentation of his spine to his impressive glutes and gave a tug, pulling his hips even closer to hers.
Carrie, he muttered warningly. Im a gentleman, but I have my limits.
Im a lady, but that doesnt mean I dont like busting through limits.
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Code: Warrior SEALsMeet these fierce warriors who take on the most dangerous secret missions around the world!
Dear Reader,
Im so delighted to share with you the final installment of my Code: Warrior SEALs series. I have really enjoyed returning to my writing roots and creating stories for a team of smoking-hot Navy SEALs and the smart, sexy women who love them.
This series has been especially meaningful to me because writing it spanned my fight with and ultimate conquering of cancer. In a way, the bad guys my SEALs defeated became symbolic to me of my own health struggles and victory in the end.
Writing this series has served as a rich reminder to me that we all have our own uphill battles to face in life, and that reading books is a vital escape from those. I would like to think romance novels also remind us that, at the end of the day, love can overcome every obstacle placed before it.
From the bottom of my heart, I hope this book gives you a needed escape from whatever challenges you face in your life, and I hope it helps you remember love is, indeed, the most powerful force in the universe. Love conquers all. For real.
All my best and happy reading!
Warmly,
Cindy
Contents
Cover
Back Cover Text
About the Author
Booklist
Title Page
Copyright
Introduction
Dear Reader
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Extract
About the Publisher
Chapter 1
Deserted alley in the middle of the night when all sensible people were in bed? Check.
Famously haunted and badly lit location? Check.
Ground fog swirling thickly enough to create a spooky-as-heck mood and obscure everything? Check.
Either she was ready to start shooting the next episode of the popular television show Americas Ghosts, or she was about to commit a homicide.
Of course, if the shows host didnt quit trying to tell her how to do her job filming him, there might just be a murder out here tonight.
Carrie Price stared through the viewfinder of her digital movie camera at her boss and renowned ghost hunter, Gary Hubbard. For tonights episode hed picked Pirates Alley in New Orleans. The tourists and foot traffic were long gone, leaving just their footsteps to echo weirdly off the brick walls and their grotesquely elongated shadows to freak her out a little bit.
Bounded on one side by St. Anthonys Garden behind a tall, wrought-iron fence and on the other side by darkened shops with tightly closed wooden doors, the narrow alley was only lit by widely spaced cast-iron streetlamps, forming blue haloes of light in drifts of ground fog. The old bricks glistened with moisture and a damp chill hung in the air. She wouldnt have to apply any filters at all in post-production to achieve the shows signature gothic vibe.
Gary walked backward down the alley, narrating a story about the possibly haunted buildings now standing on the site of the Calabozo, a prison that once housed pirate Jean Lafitte and much of his crew. Then Gary spun a tale of a lost pirate treasure rumored to be hidden somewhere in New Orleans, known only to the citys ghosts. This season hed branched out from strictly ghost hunting to include a treasure hunt in the show, a blatant publicity stunt to get Americas Ghosts renewed for another season. It had been a good move. His ratings had gone through the roof as he churned out a plot line of convincing ghosts to lead him to a mythical treasure hoard.
She let Gary back away from her far enough that he became little more than a silhouette within the mysterious fog, his melodic baritone voice a disembodied entity floating out of the mists of time. She should get a freaking Emmy for this camera work!
Just starting to move forward and rejoin Gary for some close-ups of him looking tense and then excited as tonights ghost appeared to him, she spied something dark moving out of the shadows behind Gary. Two dark somethings, in fact.
She jolted but kept the camera rolling. Gary hadnt told her hed hired anyone to stage an apparition appearance. But these actors looked terrific. Clothed in black from head to foot, theyd even covered their faces with some kind of black cloth, which gave them an otherworldly eeriness as they crept up behind Gary.
He turned just as the pair of ghosts reached him. Uncharacteristically, Gary threw up his hands and stumbled as if he was frightened of these apparitions. Oh, God. This was going to make for a great episode. She would cut to commercial just after he threw his hands up and cried out in surprise. All of America would be on the edge of its La-Z-Boys waiting to see what happened after three minutes of sponsored ads.
The ghosts grabbed Gary and commenced dragging him down the alley away from her. He struggled, but the apparitions easily overpowered him. What was he doing? He never interacted physically with ghosts. Sure, hed been going for over-the-top supernatural elements this season, but was he seriously staging a ghost abduction? Why hadnt he said something?
Whatever. It was his show. She was just the camerawoman.
Dammit, they were moving away from her too fast! Garys silver hair was part of the white fog now. She was live recording audio, or else she would have shouted at them to slow down or maybe even to reset and redo the take. She would keep the footage of that first jolt of surprise from Gary, though. It had looked totally authentic even though he wasnt the worlds greatest actor. She often had to coach him through multiple takes to get a decent look of surprise out of him.
She moved forward more quickly, hurrying between the soaring walls of St. Louis Cathedral on her left, and on her right, the Cabildo, once the seat of government in Louisiana and now a museum. Gary and the two ghosts were only vague shapes in the fog ahead of her. She was losing them!
They disappeared from sight entirely. An eerie cry drifted back to her, echoing off the walls and seeming to come from all around her. Pure audio gold.
She rushed forward and stopped abruptly as she popped out of the alley. Jackson Square stretched away across the street from her, obscured by the fog. She panned her camera left and right down Chartres Street. Where did they go?
Gary! she called out.
Nothing.
Gary! she shouted. Where are you?
Still nothing.
This isnt funny. I need to reshoot your retreat into the fog. You guys moved too fast for me!