Title:
The SEAL’s Angel
Author: Petie
McCarty
Genre:
Contemporary Romance / Military
Navy SEAL Sean MacKay's teammate is murdered after stealing
a deadly nerve-gas formula from Syrian terrorists. Naval Intelligence believes
MacKay's teammate was a traitor and shipped the stolen formula to his sister in
the states for safekeeping. MacKay is given orders to find the sister before
the terrorists do and to retrieve the stolen formula at all costs.
Foreclosure looms for Cory Rigatero as she fights to keep
her rustic resort near Mt. St. Helens afloat after her brother deserted her to
join the SEAL Teams. Cory's whole world dives into a tailspin when Sean MacKay
shows up at her resort with the news of her brother's death and the wild
suspicion her brother may have sent her traitorous classified documents. No way
will Cory trust MacKay -- the man who once seduced her and then vanished into
the night without a trace.
Author Bio
Petie spent
a large part of her career working as a biologist at Walt Disney World --
"The Most Magical Place on Earth" -- where she enjoyed working in the
land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night.
She eventually said good-bye to her "day" job in order to write her
stories full-time.
Petie is a
member of Romance Writers of America, and she shares homes in Tennessee and
Florida with her horticulturist husband, a spoiled-rotten English Springer
spaniel addicted to pimento-stuffed green olives, and a noisy Nanday conure
named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in Angel to the Rescue.
Links
Visit Petie's social media links:
Web Site: http://www.petiemccarty.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/petie.mccarty
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Excerpts
Excerpt #1
"I thought I'd go out front and see if Vern needed any
help," Cory said.
"He's all done," Cook said and handed Garth a dog
biscuit from a jar on the counter. "He had a young man out front helping
him when I peeked out the window."
"A young man? You mean Jasper?"
"No, I've never seen this one around here before."
Cook went back to her pot. "Handsome, though," she added. "They
headed for the barn."
"I better go see who it is," Cory said, already
striding for the back door.
She called out as soon as she reached the barn, and Vern
hollered from his small office at the back. Cory threaded her way through all
the equipment in the back half of the barn and stopped dead in the doorway of
the shop that doubled as Vern's small office.
Cook's stranger stood up when she appeared in the doorway
and literally took Cory's breath away.
Shaggy hair and dark brown curls perfectly teamed with a
matching beard was her first thought. Her second thought was broad -- really
broad -- shoulders beneath his black flannel shirt, and hips so narrow his
black jeans sagged a bit on his frame. His sleeves were rolled up, and those
forearms and biceps belonged to a working man.
Good
grief! Stop staring Cory!
She jerked her gaze to his face, and blue eyes stared back.
Blue eyes that caught her gaze like a predator traps prey. Blue eyes that
twinkled with just enough devilment to cause a wicked flutter in her belly.
Blue eyes that looked startlingly familiar.
Maybe she just wanted them to look familiar, so she could
already know this handsome man.
"Mac here is our new help."
She heard Vern's voice and fought to break free of that
predatory stare. No time for one last once-over.
"Wh-what?" She forced her eyes to Vern who grinned
at her.
What had she missed?
"I said... Mac here is our new help," Vern
repeated slowly enough she felt her cheeks flush at having been caught not
paying attention.
"New help?"
She blurted.
She couldn't afford the help she had let alone new help.
"I need him," Vern said flatly.
"You need--" She cleared her throat. "Vern
can I talk to you in private. Please?"
She backed out of the office and headed for the horse
stalls. Not hearing Vern behind her, she turned. He'd stopped just outside the
office door and didn't look as though he intended to move any farther, so she
stomped back.
"We can't afford him," she hissed.
"He'll work for next to nothing as long as we let him
stay," Vern said in a normal and much-too-loud voice.
So much for discussing the stranger privately.
"Why is that? No one works for nothing," she
argued.
She still kept her voice down. The stranger may figure out
what they were saying, but she didn't have to make it easy for him.
Vern shrugged. "Says he likes it here. Wants to stay a
while."
Excerpt #2
The two of them had worked side by side almost the entire
day. Whatever job she had, Mac had appeared as though he knew she needed him.
The help had started with the bags of mulch she was loading into a small wagon
in the barn.
Cory hooked the wagon to the smaller John Deere riding
tractor intending to start at Lucky's cabin and mulch the flower beds now that
the tulip and daffodil bulbs were coming up. She hoisted the first of the
two-cubic-foot bags into the wagon and bent over to pick up another. Muscular
arms closed over hers and around the bag.
"Let me get that for you."
Mac's face appeared at her shoulder, his cheek close enough
that if she moved her lips a very few inches she could plant a kiss there.
Now
where had that thought come from? Easy, girl.
The rich smell of man, out-of-doors, and a hint of the
morning's after-shave had wafted over her and had her thinking sensual thoughts
like cheek-smooching. Okay, way more sensual than just cheeks as her gaze
zeroed in on lips made for kissing. Lips still so soft and noticeable though
surrounded by the close-clipped dark beard. Lips that easily curved into a
smile capable of stealing her breath away. Lips like that had to be made for
kissing. His eyes studied hers intently.
Dear
Lord don't let this man read my thoughts. They'd set his hair on fire.
As though he had heard, his sexy lips curved into that
breath-stealing smile.
Kiss
me. Please, kiss me.
The wayward thought made her gasp in surprise.
He shifted back a few inches. "It's okay. I've got
it."
Great. He'd heard. How embarrassing. She had gasped like an
adolescent teen.
He straightened and pulled the bag into his arms, then
dropped it into the wagon. "These are too heavy for you."
"Not really. I'd have to load them if you weren't
here."
"But I am
here."
His voice had gone husky, and her skin tingled. He was only
inches away again. When had he moved? So quick, so silent.
His predatory-blue eyes trained on her, skimming over her
face -- over her -- as though
memorizing the way she looked. Or was he searching for answers to unasked
questions?
Her pulse raced. Her palms grew damp.
Mac leaned closer.
She held her breath.
"I... " He hesitated.
What?
Tell
me.
Tell
me or kiss me.
One
or the other.
He cleared his throat. "I want to thank you for the
job."
She let the pent-up air out of her disappointed lungs as he
eased down to grab another mulch bag. What had just happened? She had almost
kissed her new temporary laborer in the barn on his second day of work. That
was nuts.
So
why did it feel so right?
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