Her Christmas SEAL (When SEALs Come Home Book 7)

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Authors: Anne Marsh
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
He’d brought me cream puffs. A dozen big, fat, oozing pieces of pastry with enough calories to fuel the entire smoke jumping team. If I hadn’t already loved him, I’d have fallen for him on the spot.
    “I love you,” I said. “Just so we’re clear.”
    “Best day of my life when I fell out of the tree at your feet.” He pressed a kiss against my mouth, and for a moment I thought we’d steam up his truck again. “Gonna be one best day after another now.”
    “Except when we fight.”
    He grinned. “And then we’ll have make-up sex.”
    He made it sound so easy. Just… let go. Let it happen.
    “I’ve got this,” he rumbled against my mouth, and I couldn’t hold back my smile.
    “And I’ve got us.”

Special Sneak Peek of Pleasing Her SEAL!

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    Ladies, it’s Saturday and I’m surrounded by honeymooners. This is one step up from my usual weekend wedding gig, where my people options are usually the geriatric crowd, the toddler dancing crowd (always good for a much-needed cardio burst and the cutest, stickiest kisses), or the drunken groomsman crowd (good for equally enthusiastic but much damper kisses—eww). I counted not one, not two, but three couples wrapped around each other by the pool. I have dubbed them the Octopi because they seem to have eight hands each and at least seven of them are engaged in activities best left to the bedroom or a soft porn channel. Go, Octopi! Speaking of that, watching the Octopi procreate underscores my own single state. You’ve found The One and you’re hearing wedding bells, or you wouldn’t be visiting this blog. Any tips for where to look for a good guy? Because this wedding blogger is feeling lonely in paradise.
    —MADDIE, Kiss and Tulle
     
    “HOOYAH, HOOYAH, HOOYAH, HEY.” US Navy SEAL Mason Black fist-bumped his knuckles with Levi Brandon’s. He didn’t have far to reach since both men were currently sharing the same palm tree backrest and catching their breaths after completing their mission.
    “Today’s gonna be another easy day.” Levi automatically finished the chant. The words took Mason back to BUD/S training when making the SEALs team had still been seven weeks of hell away. Operating on four hours of sleep or less a night, he’d worked with his teammates to carry their Zodiac over their heads through the pounding surf, crawled through mud flats and made best friends with a three-hundred-pound log that was their instructors’ idea of exercise equipment. Good times.
    Levi grinned as if he hadn’t just been embroiled in a firefight. “I’m hoping there’s a beer in my future.”
    The current op wasn’t so bad and beat the hell out of completing the O course at BUD/S. Not only had the rain finally stopped, which went in the plus column, but one hell of a tropical sunrise lit up the horizon. Since he was waiting for the Zodiacs from the US Navy cruiser anchored just offshore, Mason had every reason to stare at the horizon. His team was minutes away from successfully finishing their undercover op on Fantasy Island.
    One more checkmark in the “mission complete” column.
    If he’d been a paperwork-and-spreadsheet kind of guy. Which he wasn’t.
    Nope, he mused to himself as he went to work with a SIG Sauer and a sniper rifle. Rather than riding the commuter train, he’d be extracted from the island by Black Hawk and flown to the nearest US military base to debrief. And instead of writing quarterly reports or coding software, he’d helped lead the hostile extraction of a South American drug lord who’d made the mistake of booking a luxury vacation for himself and his new girlfriend on Fantasy Island.
    Mason’s SEAL team had moved in early, posing as resort staff, and intercepted the guy as soon as he’d stepped foot on the island. Pretending to be a gourmet chef had actually been fun. Poolside ceviche lessons were a nice change of pace from dodging bullets, and he genuinely liked cooking. The female students weren’t bad looking,

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